Welcome, Participants

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Good morning, Participants. The time is now 7:30 AM.

[Where were you before this? Doesn’t matter, you’re here now, in an unfamiliar bed, surrounded by unfamiliar people, with a slightly-too-cheerful automated voiced chiming over a PA system to wake you up. Your pockets are empty, save for an unfamiliar smartphone type of device that comes alive under your touch, displaying, among other things, a map, a series of profiles, and a list of rules.]

It is understood that you may have questions; please be patient, and gather back in the Common Room in one hour. The Assistant will be present at this time to answer your questions. In the meantime, please feel free to explore the Facility at your leisure.

[The doors to the dorm areas are freely open from the inside, though you’ll find that it takes your electronic id to regain entry once you’ve left. Otherwise, it’s as the voice says, and you’ve got an hour to explore your new surroundings and get to know your fellow kidnappees.]

[Welcome to the Facility.]

Comments

[ryukendense]

[Fast asleep in dorm b2, Yaiba does not want to wake up. It's his day off, which, really, aren't in any small supply, but anyway. He has a routine, and it is not the way of the Ryukomuso Kamui to be awake on a leisure day before 8:30 at the very earliest.

Then, after lazily rolling his face into the pillow, it clicks.

He bolts straight upwards, and reaches to his back for...nothing. His Ryukenden- his beloved blade - isn't there. In a panic, he gets to his feet on the bed, staring down everyone in the room with him, holding the phone in his pocket out like some sort of weapon, tail thoroughly bristled.]

You! Explain this- this Legend of Kidnapping!

[Give him a moment to calm down.

Once he has, and once he still has an hour, Yaiba wanders towards the dining area by sheer instinct. He's just kind of going by the cereal bins, bowl in one hand, other pressing against his glasses in deep thought. He seems to be muttering to himself, troubled, staring down the breakfast options. It's hard to tell how long he's been here already, or how long he plans to be.]

dining area;

[finalvictory]

Is it that hard?

[ Sure, there are lots of options, but it's just cereal, my guy. It doesn't seem too complicated to just pick a kind and go for it. She speaks with a slow lilt; not quite a sing-song, but not quite a normal speaking tone-- ]

You can always get more than one.

[ryukendense]

[Cereal is far more complicated than she might think.]

Hence...

[The word is spoken in a soft, shaken whisper, like he's just come to a great realization, an epiphany that has changed his worldview completely.]

The cure to the Legend of Indecision that plagued me! A secret technique...the delicate balance of multiple cereals in one bowl!

[He holds the bowl out before him, gazing at it with great promise. So much potential, right there, in his hands. Then, he's pointing towards this young lady with his free hand.]

In your wisdom - which combination would be best?

[finalvictory]

[ The legend of...what now? This guy has a funny way of speaking...maybe it would be best to play along? ]

My wisdom...

[ Well, she's not a cereal buff, but she'll fake it until she makes it. ]

It's a forbidden arte that only the chosen few can bear witness to. If you pledge loyalty to Mamimi's cause, though, I promise to guide you through, step-by-step!

[ryukendense]

[By the way Yaiba's ears perk up, it's as if she's speaking a language he's far more fluent in.]

Speak to me of your cause, hence, and this warrior's heart will decide!

[finalvictory]

[ Woah, that worked?! ]

To protect the weak and punish the wicked, of course! That's all there is to it!

[ She doesn't even need to put it in more flowery terms... ]

[ryukendense]

[Congrats, you've learnt how to speak chuuni!]

Hence...

[Yaiba presses a finger to his glasses in thought.]

This warrior's soul is ensnared with that of a savage dragon, and fights alongside a crimson fallen angel, the black god of the sun, and...

[He deliberates for a moment.]

The dark adonis, the Real Man's spirit...hence! Will you allow his crimson blade to fight alongside you?!

DORM

[hyaku]

[This room sure is full of a lot of loud people, isn't it... if anyone planned on sleeping in, the chances of that actually happening are very slim.

However, Shigeo looks like he's actually trying to think of a good explanation when addressed by Yaiba, and he thinks for a few seconds before saying the most intelligent thing.]

...I think we were kidnapped by someone bad.

[there you have it]

[ryukendense]

[Yaiba holds the device pointed at Shigeo whilst he speaks, before lowering it after a moment and crossing his arms with a nod.]

Hence. It must have been a diabolical villain...a Legend of True Mastermind...

[Another nod as he talks it over with himself.]

For what purpose, do you think? A talent scout of dark intentions?

[Though, if that were the case...where's the rest of his band?]

[hyaku]

Talent scout?

[Shigeo thinks about that for a moment. That sounds.. kind of like what he experienced recently, though he's not sure if he'd call psychic powers a talent...]

I think.. maybe. What kind of powers do you have?

[ryukendense]

The power to play melodies that tame the most savage of beasts, with six strings I release my true power with the way of the Ryukomuso Kamui!

[And with that, he's posing.]

The bassist of the Crimson Quartet, it is I- Yaiba!

dining area

[boxtrot]

[Spy glances over at the new arrival over his mug of coffee, uninterested. He does a double take. He looks... mildly horrified.] Good Lord. The furries are getting more brazen by the day.

[ryukendense]

[Yaiba's ears twitch, and, with his Legend of Warrior's Reflexes When Someone is Chatting Shit, he throws his spoon in a swift motion towards Spy - head's up!]

[boxtrot]

[Unfortunately for Yaiba, Spy has enough experience with dodging projectiles over the years to automatically duck. The spoon misses him by several inches.

Unfortunately for Spy, the knee-jerk reaction leads to him spilling hot coffee on himself, and he looks at his newly-stained suit with horror.]

Mon dieu...

[Spy glares up at Yaiba, not even caring about the pain.]

You will pay for this.

[ryukendense]

[Yaiba's eyes spark at Spy's reflexes...just what kind of warrior was this man?

Yaiba stands his ground, staring him down from behind his glasses.]

It would be a great cause of regret for you, hence, your caffeine accident was the Legend of Your Own Fault.

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[boxtrot]

[Spy desparately tries to wipe up the coffee with napkins. His face scrunches up in disgust when Yaiba speaks.]

Merde... You're not just a furry, are you? You're one of those roleplayers...

[Please don't conscript him into your LARPing DND campaign]

youre legend of valid my man!!!!

[ryukendense]

[His ears perk up at the accusation, and he shakes his head.]

Hence, the only role is play is the one assigned by fate!

dining hall

[doppelanger]

The ones that look like the small fruits.

[ She says, from a table, with a spoon halfway in her mouth. She tugs it out to point in a very vague direction. ]

Left. [ And, her duty in suggesting a cereal fulfilled, which was definitely the issue here, she eats another spoonful of what's in front of her and pauses to swallow it. ] Those, I like.

[ryukendense]

[Yaiba follows the spoon to look to the little fruit cereal.]

..Does this impostor cereal taste like the real thing?