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TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK
| TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK |
00. Arrival This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore. Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased. With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home. I. SIX FLAGELLANTS Welcome, one and all, to a thrilling new location! Robots have worked tirelessly to build, from the ground up, what can only be recognizable as an amusement park. You are just in time for the grand opening of Six Flagellants: Great Advagtures! The Ferris Wheel routinely stops when lovebirds reach the top, waiting for a kiss - or something more daring! - before it starts up again. Robots warn of the scary Haunted House: a dark building with wall-to-wall creeps, and hot and cold running chills. Flickering ghosts roam the halls, and you may find an eerily realistic Headless Horseman -- who bids you, "Come closer. Give me head," while pointing to yours. Hey, get your mind out of the... Nevermind. The Carousel is a two-story affair. Nude figures with familiar faces lounge about, waiting to be ridden, and closer inspection proves that they have the faces of your fellow islanders. Hop on your favorite person and take them for a spin! There are even Bumper Cars, which have the interesting effect of making one feel more aroused with every bump and impact. (It's randomized each time, so don't try to guess based on car color!) What should be a similar ride, the Teacups, has the robots' madness written all over it instead. They have misunderstood the gentle spin-cycles for dangerous, dizzying loop-the-loops across a wide track. Some would swear that the ride has a supernatural invocation for fear. Others are simply man enough to admit they're afraid. Lastly, the Tunnel of Love is not what you expect. Although flavored lube and guides to cunnilingus are on each fleshy-log-shaped boat, the motion of the ocean is quite soothing, and there's a pleasant floral scent in the air that causes a light intoxication. Don't forget to try the food! Similar to the Street Kiosks, there's a ton of faire food: cotton candy, corn dogs, and the like. Mascot outfits are available and those who wear them will be rewarded generously with credits. II. LIKE A FIREWORK The next morning, you receive a message on your device: You are cordially invited to a celebration of skinship at the House of Worship. Please do not dress for the occasion. If asked about it, the robots will confirm that is not a specific holiday, but a simple joyous event. If you pry, they may even say that the Old Ones often made merry and partook in the pleasures of the flesh - and so too should you. For an hour, there will be food and drink - alcoholic and aphrodisiac. Then, at the designated time, once the sun has gone down, clothes will be shed and a revelry begun. As fireworks explode overhead, the different colors send the naked senses reeling:
A group shower will be provided after the festivities wind down. III. MISTLETOE Many cherub dragons can be found gathering together in the Greenhouse, working together to finish the cultivation of a new plant. They spend an exhaustive night decorating the island with the new greenery, which can soon be identified as mistletoe. You may think it's sweet of them, but don't get caught underneath one of these sprigs! Standing under the dragon's mistletoe will cause sensory deprivation - and of course, the only way to regain what was lost is to indulge in an Auspicious Act. (You may choose whichever sense you like, or even choose to be figurative, such as "the sense of reason" or "a sense of purpose.") N A V I G A T I O N |
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[ Makoto nods as he says it, not really sounding that grateful. He's never been a heavy drinker, but he's never felt this way after one drink and it's actually worrying him just a bit. And he even had food! Maybe the alcohol here is just that much stronger? That's the conclusion he comes to. ]
The drinks here are pretty strong, anyway.
[ He's listening to Laurent intently, though he is back to looking out across at people. It's easier to think that way right now, since it's starting to feel like his thoughts are fuzzy around the edges. He's barely paying attention to where he's looking and just tries not to zone out with his gaze on anyone too exposed. Makoto thinks over all that new information for a moment before speaking again. ]
Are they trying to throw us off the truth with that kinda content? Is there any pattern to it?
[ Makoto's still not looking at Laurent, and it almost sounds like he's thinking out loud. ]
And, what's wrong with the onsen water?
[ He shoots Laurent a confused look as he asks. And there's more than a little disappointment in his tone, since on onsen actually sounds nice right now. ]
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[ Really, he didn't mind how long Makoto stayed. He knew Makoto didn't see him as a friend but Laurent knew well enough that, as Cynthia had chided, Makoto was his favorite. He can accept any number of griping instances from him if he were to stay now and again. He might not like the idea, but at least it gives him an 'open door' option. ]
There's no patterns that I could see, but you're likely right. That they want to throw us off from some kind of clues about the history here that they're not telling us about.
[ He lets out a short laugh and swirls his whiskey in his glass. ]
A lot of them are fine but... more than a few of them can do some interesting things to your body.
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Actually, I already have a place to stay. I can "crash out" whenever I want.
[ It's mostly true. He knows where the apartments are and he's already found his backpack --which luckily saved him from having to wear a wrinkled suit another day. Makoto almost takes another drink to punctuate that victory, but stops himself. Thought it probably would've looked cooler if he had, he laments.
But now that drunkenly serious expression is back. Yep, he's definitely taking Laurent seriously now and will feel like an idiot later. But it is a tantalizing thought. What if he could find something Laurent missed? How cool would it be for him to be the reason they get them back home? Then that blond bastard would owe him for once. ]
Interesting things? [ Makoto eyes his drink suspiciously, but then he eyes Laurent with an even more suspicious look. ]
Like what?
[ There's that feeling in the pit of his stomach again, like it's something he's not going to like. Like mistletoe making him deaf or being trapped on that Ferris wheel. ]
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[ He distinctly remembers Abby saying he was a cherry, but being Abby, it was a crapshoot over whether it was honest or an insult. Still, deep down, it's a relief that Makoto's figured something out. He hopes that gullibility doesn't get in the way of Makoto's ability to judge a person's nature here as he has before, though.
Laurent takes a long drink from his whiskey before grinning impishly over his glass. ]
Oh, you know. things. Let us say that I had my fair share of fun there.
[ But then his expression shifts into an uneasy smile, eyes lulling away from gazing at Makoto, looking embarrassed for once in his goddamn life. ]
I did, for a short while, have ah, a mermaid's tail. Some other people turned into some scarier monstrosities. You can guess what resolved those ailments. Just mind the 'gifts' they give us.
[ He raises his glass for emphasis. ]
Food and drink included.
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[ Makoto tries not to sound defensive, still maintaining that thin veil of smugness. He's already kissed a girl and everything. But that's... about it. It's not something he really wants to talk about with Laurent of all people anyway.
Makoto pulls a face at that remark about Laurent's fun, like he didn't want to think about him getting it on in an onsen. Or at all, really. ]
Yea, I'm sure you did.
[ But then he actually does think about it and it makes him more than a little visibly uncomfortable. He's aware Laurent isn't hideous or anything but, it's honestly never something he's considered. And he's not about to now, despite his ears tinging an embarrassing shade of pink and the expression he almost forgot to rearrange back into a frown. Being a good person is more important than being attractive, anyway.
But then he forgets about all of that since now he's suddenly picturing Laurent with a mermaid tail and that's honestly hilarious. He can't help but laugh, thought it's almost a snicker, while cradling his drink and looking back up at him again. ]
So, avoid the onsen. Got it.
[ Well, he drunkenly thinks this is a toast or something so he raises his glass when Laurent does. One last sip shouldn't be too bad, right? He takes a drink.
Which he promptly spits onto the ground with Laurent's last statement. ]
WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THAT PART FIRST?
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[ A part of him wants to believe that... and the rest of him knows better. But he can only float around as back up when it comes to Makoto. He'd rather see what he can do than stifle him. And Makoto doesn't like accepting his help unless he's in a jam, anyway, which is fine by Laurent's standards. It's more interesting to see him grow as a person than it is to just lead him along some path. He's not Makoto if he isn't, outside of some carefully manipulated arrows along the way, following his own morals.
He likes to give him tools and see what he does with them at his full potential. The outcomes, thus far, have been what's kept his infatuation with him steady outside of 'plans' that may or may not exist. ]
At least be mindful while you're there. I'd hate for you to miss out on such a nice accoutrement entirely. Who knows? You might find your own entertainment there.
[ Laurent, for better or worse, is unflinching when mentioning such things casually. Sex is a lot easier to discuss than other things in his life and everyone outside of Makoto is aware of his attraction to him. He's happy to keep that attraction at a distance in a place like this for Makoto's comfort, but it doesn't mean he can't imagine a few things.
He smiles almost apologetically, but the humor in his words kills any sympathy he might have been trying to express. ]
You were already nearly finished drinking by the time I found you, you know.
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[ Makoto deadpans but then his mood starts plummeting downhill pretty fast. Nothing here makes sense and he's starting to panic again. His mind is reeling, going over everything he's consumed today. Makoto definitely ate the food here and that's not the only thing he's eaten or had to drink here. How much of it was drugged? How long does it last? At least it won't kill him, probably... right? Is it something that he could overdoes on? There's no real way to know what it will do exactly, right? And in true fashion, now that he thinks it's worse, it is. His life is over, he's even more flushed, and he's still thirsty but is now too upset to do anything about it.
He still manages to sound pretty angry though. ]
I only had one glass!
[ And some food, which he's not going to be admitting to.
Makoto roughly shoves his drink at Laurent, not looking at him and not really caring if it spills or not. ]
At least take responsibility.
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He can see Makoto spiraling out, half tempted to drop a hand onto his shoulder to ground him, but he can see the anger and turmoil rolling around in his head.
Woops.
Maybe he could have dropped that more easily, but in the end, would it have mattered? He startles just a bit when the glass is shoved in his direction. It sloshes around and spills over onto his hand as he takes it, now stuck double fisting alcohol, it seems.
He lets out a sigh and smiles easily at his angry little friend. ]
Okay, okay, I'll take it. Calm down, it's not everything, you know. Usually, when they seem to be 'overly generous', though... there's some ulterior reason for it. That's all.
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[ Still angry. But it's the shade of angry that he gets when he knows Laurent is right and he hates it. Makoto crosses his arms tensely now that he doesn't have to hold that drink, simmering in his own thoughts. It's obvious he's got more to say, just bubbling beneath that measure of composure he's trying to force on himself again. But give him a moment. It takes a little longer than usual, since it feels like everything he's ingested is catching up with him. ]
But it-it's still wrong!
[ And there it is. It's a little louder and less coherent than usual, but he's upset and drunk. ]
You shouldn't do that to people! You know, drugs can impact people differently. What if someone died or fell into a coma, or... And what about consent? I didn't agree to any of this!
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Laurent keeps an eye on him when he starts turning pinker from his own frustrations, lifting his original drink to his mouth and shotgunning it to get at least one hand free of these blasted things. He is going to regret this later and he knows it.
Ah well.
He passes it off to one of the robots roaming past with a tray and sets his full attention back on Makoto. He'll let him pop off as needed so he can settle, smiling the same as usual. ]
I'm not disagreeing with any of that, Edamame, truly I'm not. But the world doesn't have the same kind of upstanding nature that a certain morally-cleansed little soybean has acquired. This world, especially, does not.
For the most part, it all seems to be based in aphrodisiacs, if that gives you any peace of mind. Nothing else that I've noticed yet. I don't think anyone's going to keel over from any of it and most of the food and drink here on normal occasion is more or less fine. I don't want you to starve yourself, so try to keep that in mind.
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[ Makoto's all flustered now, still full of moral outrage without the cognitive ability to fully articulate everything like he wants to right now. So instead, he'll be glaring out at everyone, gaze darting up once he notices how many more people are naked. He tries belatedly to make that look less suspicious by leaning against whatever is behind them, arms still angrily crossed as he cranes his neck to look up more naturally. The last thing he needs to be seeing right now would be naked people partying, especially with how hot he feels.
Actually, part of Laurent's statement does make him feel a fraction better. Only a fraction. Because at least it sounds like no one has actually died or been physically harmed or anything, at least so far, and only as far as Laurent's aware, but it's still all pretty awful. But there's also hope that not everything he consumed today would come down on him. Some of it had to be normal then, right? ]
I told you, I can handle myself.
[ Partly, he's convincing himself that's true. It is true starting now! He decides on the spot, his expression shifting to drunkenly determined. ]
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A part of him wishes he could sit down, but he's diligently starting to nurse the drink Makoto had passed off to him. You don't waste. That's a sin if there ever was one. He'll stay standing regardless, feet spread a bit further apart for balance.
Oof. ]
I'm sure you can, Edamame, since you seem so very confident. Still, it's only prudent I keep an eye on you, just in case.
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[ Makoto sighs, staring up at nothing. His anger fizzles out mostly, though it's still there, just beneath the surface. Now he's more annoyed at how hot he is still, so he undoes a couple of the buttons on his white dress shirt, idly pulling at it to get some airflow. He's still not drunk enough to get naked with the crowd, but he is drunk enough that his thoughts wander off in another direction. A few emotions cross his face but he settles on a neutral one, arms falling to his sides to better steady himself.
There's a stretch of silence, and then he laughs suddenly. It's not really a happy laugh. ]
You know, it sounds stupid now. But I wanted to tell you I finally got a real job.
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[ It's an honest statement, if not a bit humored, as he raises his drink for a moment. ]
Bon chance. I think you'll do just fine. You've got a good head on your shoulders. I wouldn't have brought you on if I didn't think that.
[ He is not steady, but he doesn't look displeased about it. Flushed with the pink showing more vibrantly on his pale skin, but happy all the same. He's had drunker moments than this, but the mix of the heat under his skin adds another level to it all.
But the smile sinks when his eyebrows raise at the statement. It's not like he's upset - as much as he wants, almost needs Makoto to be there to accomplish what he needs to... he can't truly make him. He is, in many ways, selfish to the core but he can only allow himself so much moral rope to justify the things he needs to do in her memory. The things he needs to do to keep himself from coming apart at the seams.
So he found a job. At this point, Laurent has no clue what that job might be. He can only cross his arm over the one holding his drink and shrug his shoulders. ]
Oh? Did you? I suppose you would go back to looking again, though you didn't like the job I went and found for you very well in Nice. Did you go back there, then, or did you stay in Japan?
[ Honestly, it's a shame. The idea of him having a 'real' job is a shame. He's so good at what he does when he really lets go of his fears. He shines in such a brilliant way when he's got that forward momentum. He can't help the bit of disappointment, the kind of feeling a drunk him will push out instead of immediate planning for how to pull Makoto back in for just a little longer. Just a little. ]
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No, I went back to Japan.
Thought I was finally making a place for myself. Starting over.
[ Another laugh, mostly at himself, though it's not really any happier than the last one. Just his luck if isn't Laurent pulling him into some scheme, it's getting kidnapped and brought to some sort of sex island. He runs a hand down his face, looking away again. ]
I mean, I didn't even get to start the job, but I was happy. Really happy.
[ But he's done feeling bad about it for the moment, looking back up at Laurent. ]
What about you? Still a confidence man?
[ ooc: i swear i can read ]
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[ Though the words carry a different weight in them. Laurent does truly believe that Makoto's heart doesn't really have a commitment to a 'normal' life. He feels pretty confident about the idea that Makoto wants a normal life because he has to want it. The world tells him he has to want normalcy. A 9-5 in an office with unpaid overtime. Nomikai once or twice a week, garbage and recyclables separated out on time, pouring tea for a boss that doesn't appreciate him.
The idea of it saddens him. What a waste, really. Laurent believes in the idea that Makoto would also feel saddened by it... bored by it. He's capable of so much more.
His heart isn't in it. He's just trying to get back on a set of rails the rest of the world will follow... but how long will he abide by that? How long until the eventual dissatisfaction?
Still, he smiles for him. It's not like he hates the idea of Makoto being happy. He does want him to be happy, even if he's bad at helping him get there. Even if he's got bigger expectations for him. He's seen that light in his eyes when he really gets into step with the rest of them. He thinks he can find happiness in their world just as well.
But, he won't shun that happiness he has for the time being. ]
Glad to hear you're doing well, then, Edamame. I suppose that means you're deciding to step out of the ring again?
[ He lets out a soft snort, shaking his head. ]
Me? It hasn't been that long, Edamame. Of course I still am. Just taking a short break after Nice to enjoy myself.
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[ Makoto throws it at him, thought it only proves Laurent's point. It's spoken like it's memorized more than he actually feels the meaning of the words. He always did have a hard time getting his mouth to move the right way for French, it always made him feel like he was mumbling. Though he probably could've learned it if he'd really tried. Being drunk also isn't doing him any favors, his pronunciation is still laughable but even moreso since it is slurred. He's much better at sounding more sober in English. The only reason he even remembers it from back then is that it the spelling was so close to con. He'd meant to use it at some point, anyway, but never got the chance with everything that happened.
He fixes Laurent with a serious look, though it might look a little ridiculous considering how flushed he is. Makoto tenses like he is going to make a Very Serious point. ]
Yes, I quit for good this time. I told you, I don't want to end up dead. Being a con artist is dangerous. We're honestly lucky that we all lived through some of those plans.
[ He means it. His whole adult life has been tumultuous, just one rollercoaster after another. Admittedly that was true even before Laurent's involvement, as far as he's aware, but some part of him always misses those peaceful days as a kid with a mom and a dad. Stability. Makoto sighs, shoulders dropping. ]
... Man, the company that hired me seemed like a really great place to work too.
Guess I'll never know if I'd been good at it or not.
At least you know what you want to do with your life.
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[ He places a hand to his chest, jolly smile contrasting the dramatics of his voice. Makoto might have loved Nice, but he had the heart of a tourist. 'How do I find the bathroom' and 'how to insult someone on the subway' was about all he ended up grabbing, it seems. Not everyone had Laurent's love for language. That was fine, it was cute to hear him snipe so confidently even if his accent was as lousy as ever. ]
La mignonne, you will simply had to focus all your efforts on your English. It's worth your while in the future. Trust me.
[ I told you.
His humor drops and confusion comes over him. For sure, he had said it before, but this feels like some solid event Makoto is pulling from. They all floated too and fro from the lifestyle - one could not maintain a life of back to back con games and it would make one too obvious - but something feels off. As dizzy as he's feeling, he can hold himself together well enough to understand that. ]
Told me? When did you tell me, Edamame? Something feels... mm...
[ He can't put his finger on it. Something doesn't match. There hadn't been another 'big break up' between him and the team again, had there? Is he just too drunk? He presses his remaining glass to the side of his head and looks thoughtful.
At least you know what you want to do with your life.
It crosses his ears despite his focus. He tucks his free hand into his pocket. He isn't wrong in the immediate sense. He knew what he wanted to a point in time, but... ]
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Hmph. My English is fine.
[ When it genuinely doesn't seem like Laurent remembers, he blinks at him, confusion written all over his face. But the next moment he's narrowing his eyes at him, like he's trying to tell if Laurent is lying. Not that he's ever been great at telling, but it just seems like a pointless thing to lie about. Then again, maybe he was just trying to mess with him? Doesn't seem like it.
He's crossing his arms again, turning to face Laurent completely and leaning a little heavier to the side. Does he really not remember? The only thing that would make sense is that they were pulled from different times. Yesterday, he wouldn't have believed it. But this wouldn't even be the strangest thing about being on this island.
Makoto's expression isn't angry necessarily, some heady mix of confusion, frustration. The alcohol makes him feel even more lost, like he's not even sure what to feel. It's almost like the wind's been knocked out of him, harder to breathe but not really that intense. If they're both really here from different times, then what happened to his Toyotomi Hideyoshi figure? That last conversation on the beach doesn't actually seem that long ago. It had meant something to him, having that closure. ]
At the island. Ours--I mean, Cynthia's.
.... You really don't remember?
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[ A last little tease. He is infected with a need to get a last word in edgewise. They are mutual bearers of this unfortunate malady. For Laurent, it's part of what makes him unbearable to a person like Makoto.
Laurent's puzzled expression doesn't fade as Makoto stares at him, trying to gauge his honesty. The idea of different times crosses his mind, as well, as he tries to figure out the disconnect between them.
He shakes his head as Makoto mentions the island. ]
Island? I haven't stop by since before Nice. I was planning to next week. We were going to convene again, celebrate a little.
No, I don't remember. Honestly.
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[ Only a little huffy. There are some things that he just can't help but take the bait on. When he feels like Laurent is looking down him, which is most of the time, it gets on his nerves more than anyone else, like he knows just how to get under his skin. What's his problem, anyway?
And well, that settles it. Laurent really doesn't remember. Makoto tries earnestly to not look like that's a big deal for him, relaxing his arms again and shrugging. ]
Whatever. I just told you I was leaving for good. Went back to Japan.
I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again after that, to be honest.
Wouldn't put it past you to try roping me in again.
But I'm not as easy a mark as I used to be.
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He looks a bit too serious for a moment before finishing the drink he has in his hand in a swift and decisive motion. He lets out a heavy breath and takes a moment to wash it out of his head. He lets his easy expression slide back, though maybe not as steady as before. He's tempted to go find a seat on the steps but he knows Makoto isn't about to follow him. ]
I can't promise I won't try it. I know I'm not an honest man, but I am honest about some things. I truly do think you're a brilliant con man and with just a little more experience, you'd go on to do great things. You've already exceeded my expectations, you know.
But -- [ He shrugs his shoulders, appearing amicable. ] I can only hope you trust your gut and find the right path. I know that you will, in the end. You're that kind of man.
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No thanks. I don't want that kind of life.
You, honest? Do you think that complimenting me will make me want to come back?
[ He tilts his head a fraction at Laurent. It's a little too close to what he said to him back on the island and he can't help but drunkenly smirk at him. ]
That's sort of what you said on the island.
"Keep heading the way that feels right! Trust your instincts!" [ He's doing a very sloppy, slurred impersonation of Laurent, which really doesn't help his pronunciation. Followed by a laugh. ]
... You were right, though.
As much as I hate to admit it, I don't think I would've applied for the job at Scarlet Company without your advice. [ And his new figure, but whatever. ]
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[ Because he knows he won't. Because he knows Makoto always stays to play the game whenever he's been pulled onto the field. He could leave. He could sabotage them all, if he wanted to. Still, he stayed and played along, well beyond his necessary involvement. It's all because Laurent knows he will. It's why he can gamble on him every time, because Makoto's reliable and has a fire in him he can't yet understand. ]
Heh, I compliment you because it's the truth... and also because you might just come back if I'm honest about that much. You just can't convince me you aren't one of us.
[ He smirks right back, arms crossing in kind as he keeps hold of his glass and clinks the melting ice around inside of it. ]
Is it? Then my mind hasn't changed by then, it looks like. Ah-- I don't really sound like that, do I? My voice is definitely smoother than that, Edamame, don't you think?
[ Oh. That company name. He doesn't let the recognition pass over his drunken face. Rather, he hides it with a forced yawn. Things are falling into place now. The time gap makes no sense, but the job and the location of Makoto during the time he's come from make sense.
Things are in gear then, for better or worse. Early, but moving. ]
I see. Good for you, Edamame! You'll have something good waiting for you, then.
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[ Makoto sounds very sure of himself but then his expression softens just a fraction despite what he said, thinking back on everything again. "One of us"? He really did have a fun time, didn't he? Makoto's never been able to resist getting caught up in things with everyone. It was always so exciting, that much he will admit. And he doesn't regret it, not really, though he also isn't proud of it either. At times, it was also terrifying, and not just from how many times he thought he was going to die.
And that's why the only way to stop was to cut ties. Makoto frowns. If he had stayed, he's convinced that he just would've lost himself at some point. But then he's considering, maybe, if he explains it like he did back then, Laurent will understand just like he did on the island. ]
It's not just that I'm afraid of dying.
I just kept thinking that we come up with such convincing lies, what happens if one day we start believing them too? I didn't want to forget who I really am.
[ But then he's rolling his eyes at Laurent in the next moment. Maybe that smooth voice works with others, but not with him. Makoto thinks he sees right through that. It's just another tool in Laurent's manipulation kit. ]
And your voice is annoying.
[ But it lacks its usual spite, blunted by his current mood. He feels so hot and it's sort of getting worse. Makoto moves to stop leaning against whatever he was leaning against but he wobbles, only a little. It feels like his legs almost forgot what it's like to take his full weight. ]
Maybe, but I'm not really counting on it.
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