skaterbrain | ★1 voice ; action

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★1 voice ; action

[Tired of all the new feathers yet? Sorry, but here's another one - and he's loud. Very loud. So loud in fact that standing in the middle of the plaza, just about anyone in the vicinity can probably hear him. Why is he loud? Because he woke up in the fountain, soaked, with yellow wings and white cotton pants. He doesn't really realize that last part yet, however.

Once he's floundered his way out of the fountain, he finds a book with his name on it. His full name. Beat throws the journal at the fountain, bouncing it off the stone basin and turning it on.]

--OLD YOU THAT NAME?!

Stupid book. Hate books.

YO, PHONES!! PHOOOOOOOOONES!!! WHERE YOU AT?!

WHEN'D SHIBUYA GET A BIG-ASS PARK?

PHOOOOONES!!!!

[OOC EDIT: There's a lot of huge-text in the comments, so beware when you open the page in case your browser can't handle it.]

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I KNOW WHAT I AM! I'M A HUMAN, YOU LAMEBRAIN! I AIN'T A "REAPER" OR WHATEVER!

I'M SHOUTIN' AT YOU THROUGH YOUR JOURNAL! IT'S LIKE A STUPID MAGIC BOOK PHONE THING! THEY GOT PHONES IN YOUR CRAZYASS SHEEBOOKA PLACE!?

Why didn' ya just say so?

I'm down with phones. Where's that book phone thing.... [off to search for it]

[brb getting a soda. Shouting like that's killer on the throat, man.]

Coulda sworn I tossed it--

Hey! YO! CAN YOU HEAR ME?

Geez, a guy can't even get five seconds to enjoy a soda... Yeah, I can hear ya!

[Alright! The creepy book phone works!]

Sup! So what's yo' name? I'm Beat.

...Beat? Your name's Beat?

[Gold you are in no position to be making fun of someone's name.]

Yeah? You wanna make somethin' of it, Goggle Boy?

[Aw hell no, the bad nicknames are Gold's territory.]

What, you gonna try and gimme a beatdown now?

Only if you earn it, Goggles. I don't lay the beatdown on just anyone.

[You're lucky you don't have anything distinguishing about your appearance right now, Beat. He can't make a nickname out of your destruction of language.]

...Heh. The name's Gold, not "Goggles".

[Wait til he gets his clothes back.

And wow. He isn't sure which one to use now. Gold or Goggles - they both sound like nicknames to him.]

Right, right. Anyway, the hell's goin' on? I got phone books talkin' ta me and Reapers not knowin' what Shibuya is. You guys high or what?

Nah, nothin' like that. Though... Between you and me... [he leans in close to the journal, to whisper.]

...I think some of the people 'round here are permanently stoned.

[Beat doesn't know the meaning of whisper.]

That'd explain some stuff. I mean, I ain't all that bright, but even I know what's what wit' the Reaper's Game.

[Right now, Gold's thinking, "That explains a lot."]

Yeah, well, there ain't a Reaper's Game goin' on, and this ain't that Shizuoka place or whatever.

SHI-BU-YA. Shibuya, yo. How you not know Shibuya?

Probably 'cause it doesn't exist in my world. [Not in the way Gold thinks, anyway.]

.....What?

[omg, is everyone here aliens? OMG ARE THEY ALIENS?!]

HOLY SHIT, ARE YOU AN ALIEN?!

No, you dumbdumb! I said I'm human, didn't I?! [Technically, Gold, you ARE an alien in Luceti.]

I ain't dumb!! [RAEG....even if it's true. /sob]

Yo, people can be aliens, too! Just gotta...go to a diff'rent place or somethin'.

That makes you the alien too, then, dude, because this ain't Sheebooya.

................

[Logic? What is that? Oh, hey, that makes sense.]

Sweet, so we both aliens. Tight.

[You are way too accepting of that, Beat.]

Yep. Just a couple of aliens stuck in an alien world.

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