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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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.

[Easier to accept than to think about questioning.]

Aight, that makes sense.

[Think think think]

Yo, Goggles, you seen a kid with orange hair, kinda scrawny, always wearin' a pair a' phones over his ears? Lookin' for 'im. He gotta be here, too.

Sounds familiar, but nah.

Damn. Well, you see 'im, you tell 'im Beat's hollerin' for him, yeah?

[...Staring at all the hollering Beat did for this guy over the journal.]

...I'm sure he'll get the message.

Betta' hope so. I ain't gonna be stuck nowhere wit' wings and no partner.

[...Alright, now you're speaking Gold's language.]

...Heh, I hear you on that. Just won't do to be separated from your partners.

Yeah, right? I mean, wit'out a partner, you just Noise chow where I come from. 'N Phones's the one helpin' me to beat the Composer's face in. Gotta have 'im along.

So you got a partner, huh?

Got three of 'em!

Hot damn. Where you get three from?

I'm just that good!

How you make three pacts, man? Ain't that illegible or somethin'?

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