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calling_net2016-08-17 10:12 pm
disjunct) wrote in calling_net2016-08-17 10:12 pm
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[CALL | Video | un: monokuma ]
[ A stuffed animal sits center of the screen.
The room he's in harbors just a chair, and looks isolated enough to be an interrogation room, if not for the dusty slats above him pouring in some light. It's a basement somewhere remote, but nonetheless, he seems to wave at the camera. However, his motor functions seem limited. ]
Hello! Good evening! Good morning! Whichever one you're feeling right now.
[ A slight, curious cock of the head. Once again, the mechanics seem off... and the voice doesn't seem to be coming from the stuffed animal. Someone is speaking for him behind the camera. ]
I think the best way to get to know everybody is to toss out a fun little icebreaker! Lesser-known facts! No one likes being the shut-in at a party. So...
[ "He" clears his throat. ]
Do you know what they did in Paris in the 19th century?
Oh, they definitely painted a lot of paintings and baked a lot of bread. But I mean... for fun?
Back in those days, 'fun' would count a lot on how much money you had. But resourceful Parisians could find it in other ways. For free. There was a once-of-a-lifetime opportunity that anyone in the city could get a ticket punched into! To be the star, or the audience. That's right! I'm talking about...
[ A brief pause. ]
... The morgue!
You see, life was so boring back then that people would line up to walk through the morgue just to see who croaked last night! The more grisly the victim, the more people came to visit!
People were excited to try and recognize the victims! Of course, this was originally just so people had access to claim the deceased, but it was a theater attraction of its own!
Upupupu...! Can you imagine if you didn't have the things you had today, what you'd resort to for fun?
The gawking joy that it brought people... but still, we slow down for car crashes today, don't we?
Hmm...
Do you think humans are really different from back then? From the public executions, to the public display of bodies, to the now?
I wonder about it a lot. I can't say I know for sure, because I am a bear. Would anyone like to try and guess?
The room he's in harbors just a chair, and looks isolated enough to be an interrogation room, if not for the dusty slats above him pouring in some light. It's a basement somewhere remote, but nonetheless, he seems to wave at the camera. However, his motor functions seem limited. ]
Hello! Good evening! Good morning! Whichever one you're feeling right now.
[ A slight, curious cock of the head. Once again, the mechanics seem off... and the voice doesn't seem to be coming from the stuffed animal. Someone is speaking for him behind the camera. ]
I think the best way to get to know everybody is to toss out a fun little icebreaker! Lesser-known facts! No one likes being the shut-in at a party. So...
[ "He" clears his throat. ]
Do you know what they did in Paris in the 19th century?
Oh, they definitely painted a lot of paintings and baked a lot of bread. But I mean... for fun?
Back in those days, 'fun' would count a lot on how much money you had. But resourceful Parisians could find it in other ways. For free. There was a once-of-a-lifetime opportunity that anyone in the city could get a ticket punched into! To be the star, or the audience. That's right! I'm talking about...
[ A brief pause. ]
... The morgue!
You see, life was so boring back then that people would line up to walk through the morgue just to see who croaked last night! The more grisly the victim, the more people came to visit!
People were excited to try and recognize the victims! Of course, this was originally just so people had access to claim the deceased, but it was a theater attraction of its own!
Upupupu...! Can you imagine if you didn't have the things you had today, what you'd resort to for fun?
The gawking joy that it brought people... but still, we slow down for car crashes today, don't we?
Hmm...
Do you think humans are really different from back then? From the public executions, to the public display of bodies, to the now?
I wonder about it a lot. I can't say I know for sure, because I am a bear. Would anyone like to try and guess?
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sorry for the re-tag hjgfklhj i thought of a better one
[ [ The camera moves with accordance of her making some grand gesture, even if it never turns around back on her. The room she's in is barren, even from this angle-- there's rope, a barrel, and meaningless, aged things lining the wall. It looks like a monster's haunt during the daytime. ]
I make plans and become bored, and then become bored of my own plan-making itself. It's so much... better when you turn yourself in to an unknown.
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[ Everyone has to overcome something in their life. Would it still feel like a victory if it was just handed to them? If someone just rolled over and gave it to them? Or would it feel like 'oh, that wasn't as big of a deal as I thought it'd be' and move on? Accomplishing things was nice, but surmounting them against all reasonable odds was better. ]
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And then they just die as easily as everyone else! Like, boo hoo, your macho spirit wasn't enough to make you bullet proof or inflammable! It really pisses me off!
[ Even the Ultimate Hope ended up just being a kid who persevered and made a lot of good speeches. It's not like Junko doesn't acknowledge his victory, but when it comes to what Naegi accomplished and what she accomplished, she knows there's a disparity of power and influence. ]
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So, of course they react with bravado in the face of someone who has liberated themselves from humanity. But they'll never truly be able to match someone with that power because they willingly subject themselves to rules they haven't the courage to break. In the end, they make their self-righteous speeches for their own comfort.
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But... you know, people like that, they die swallowing that anger and despair. They throw their entire personhood at something, their conscious mind and thoughts and memories, only to die knowing it didn't make a difference.
Aah, I wonder how powerless that feels...!
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[Patience is the key. Patience and a tight control over his temper, though the latter will always require some work. But he feels it is only a matter of time before Giorno provides passage to their world and then he can finish what he started.]
[But Dio does not think of Jotaro. Jotaro is insignificant in the end. A temporary setback. Permanent though his defeat that time should have been, it is not the one that ever mattered.]
There was a man long ago once whose power and opposition to me I respected. I believed then that I was at the height of my own power. So, although I had many enemies, he was the only one capable of bringing about my destruction. Our fates were tied to one another the moment we met as children. I understood that back then, but he only came to understand it moments before his death. He recognized his mortality and the futility of his struggle as his body was giving out. Rather than hold himself in denial over the inevitable, he welcomed death when it came for him without giving up.
I have met no other like him as even his descendants pale in comparison to the man he was. So, there is no one else in this world or the next that understands better than I that he was of rare qualities. I don't mention him to tell you that you're wrong about the vast majority. I've been opposed by plenty who behaved exactly as you've described and I've already agreed with you.
But powerlessness is not always that simple and one-dimensional as you're making it out to be and I care little for over-simplifications. If you are fortunate enough to rival someone like that man, you'll find that some see the reality before them and accept it. They find their peace in knowing that it will end without necessarily giving up even in the face of futility.
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[ Junko's voice immediately turns girlish and enthralled, and the camera moves as if she's clasped her hands together. What he's describing is a dream Junko only got toe to toe with in terms of crossing paths with Makoto Naegi-- their single bout was not a long-lived battle, spanning childhood and beyond. Junko killed all of the toys that managed to last so long-- her childhood love, her own sister. And the despair of being the knife in their back had sustained her so wonderfully...
... but it would be nothing compared to killing your equal, your rival, the person destined to undo you as they wither peacefully accepting defeat. Knowing no one would be able to surpass them, that there would never be a challenge so great again--
-- that sounded like a greater despair of death than death itself! ]
I've always dreamed of meeting someone like that! It's more intimate than meeting a lover! It's more intimate than your own family bonds! A person in lock-step with your own power... with the means and motivation to destroy you...!
There was no one on Earth like that!
[ Naegi had triumphed over her in spirit, but he had neither the means (the strength) or the motivation (the bitterness) to kill her. Junko had lost, but she had to strike herself down in her own fiery blaze in order for the victory to feel complete. ]
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Perhaps you'll find your match here with someone from another world then. There are people here from a number of different worlds with different abilities.
I'm sure you'll run into confrontation with one of them sooner or later.
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[ It's not like there's Craigslist for mortal nemeses, either. And you just know the creeps you get from those ads, what if she got some Dungeons and Dragons wannabe? Ew. ]
But you're right-- in an odd way, opening the door certainly doesn't decrease my chances of finding someone to fantasize about throwing in a meat grinder.
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Izuru could have been the one, you know? But then he was all 'I'll join your side and bring the world to destruction'. Wehhh. Junko's demeanor abruptly shifts. ]
Regardless of whether I work towards it or not, I'm sure there's at least one person who'd prove amusing, if only for a little while. More pressing is the question of who I'm speaking with. I'm going to go out and assume we're working under anonymous rules at the moment?
Then the real question is-- are you going to forget this chance meeting? Or...?
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Dio said she needs a real friend. What's more fun? Wrapping some mindless bozos around your finger, or making conversation with someone a little more your speed?
Both is good. Junko's pretty greedy. ]
What do you expect me to do? Brag about how unforgettable I am, or prove it?
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[ She picks up the photo of the defaced monuments and pockets it somewhere offscreen. ]
But... but but but but. Isn't that kind of... easy? You say 'jump' and I say 'how high?' just to kill my boredom? Sure, that's endearingly pathetic, but you know-- being pathetic loses its flavor faster than chewing gum. And I think you're probably not interested in pathetic people, are you?
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Someone who stops to ask "how high?" is useless to me. They're unambitious and unmotivated. If they're satisfied with a life like that, I've few reservations about that person believing there is some great reward for their bare minimum. What little I invest in them will result in some gains for my plans, but it will be no significant loss when they've been worn out.
What I look for are special people. People who jump as high as they can when I tell them to jump. It's unrealistic to anticipate or believe that they will last to the very end, but they are the ones who enjoy my encouragement and support in their growth. Their goals become my goals.
[It is after brief and careful consideration that Dio changes format and begins to broadcast video. The lighting is, of course, poor enough that most of his defining features (save the size of his silhouette) and most of the elements of the room he's currently occupying remaining largely obscured. Though if Junko looks close enough, she might notice the room speaks of considerable wealth, particularly old money with its furnishings. And she might even be able to see a few things that would suggest something a little more than human about Dio as well beneath the layers of shadow he's hidden himself within.]
Which will you satisfy yourself with? Remaining a blunt instrument with limited use or will you seek mutual beneficence?
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I see. I see. I see. I see. I see. I see.
[ Her mantra is rapid, then slows at the end. In her native language, it'd be 'sou ka', over and over... Dio is not asking for her to chase a laser pointer, he is prodding at her capability. He's seen the photograph and the implication that she's behind it, but he either doesn't believe it or doesn't believe anything until he sees it in its full capacity. ]
I'll tear through the ceiling at that rate, but it's been a while since someone said 'surprise me'.
[ For a moment, brief as ever, there's a dull flicker of inspiration in her heart, the heat it leaves behind warming her up like a dying flame that she must fan-- and soon. ]
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Don't regret it, okay...? It will get really boring if you regret it. The Ultimate Analyst's Ultra Deluxe Fireworks Show is a once-in-a-lifetime treat. Don't you hate it when someone follows the same script, over and over? An arc dedicated to the same thing a character went through before, learning the same lesson over and over?
I think that's so miserable, you know? And not even the good miserable, the miserable-misery that comes with being the gum on the bottom of my shoe.
[ A brief pause, and Junko-- in contrast to him, switches to text. ]
I think your challenge doesn't merit us meeting up.
Because, like, if you can't see it from outside your window... it's too small.
Too small for a big lug like you. ☆ ～('▽^人)
And if I take too long preparing it, it'll be like I'm dragging my feet. sooooo boringgggggggg (´• ω •`)
Then atttt... 2:13 AM tonight, take a nice walk outside!
Don't worry, it's not like I know where you live or anything.
But you won't be able to see it or hear it or follow it unless you're outside, okay?
Deal (´ω｀)ノﾞNo takebacks! No repeat performances!
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[Which is an agreement, but just as she says it's the only opportunity to see what she's planning, it's likewise the only opportunity she'll have to prove herself to him and earn a position within his good graces.]
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Not my followers, or my enemies.
[ With that click of the radio, Junko finally turns off the voice function for good. ]