歌星 賢吾 | Kengo Utahoshi (
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001 ★ video + text
[the video loads to show a younger male, dressed in something that seems far too casual to be a business suit, though a tie and blazer are visible. a patch on the left breast of the bright blue blazer hints that it's most likely a school uniform. the boy's face shows he's less than happy about addressing anyone in particular the moment]
If anyone's listening to this, I'm looking for information.
[he takes a deep breath, turning his gaze away from the video to stare at something in the distance for a few moments, hoping he can force himself to speak the words he knows he has to say to get what he wants.]
Someone was with me right before I arrived. He's hurt pretty badly--
[dead. when his mind corrects his speech, the boy abruptly stops, then presses his lips together. he certainly doesn't seem to be hurt -- just confused. does it even matter? it's hard to tell who's listening or where he is, or what's going on. maybe it's some sort of set up. ... somehow. maybe. ... maybe he could wait a little bit longer before asking for help. seeming to err on the side of caution, the video drops slightly, focusing more on the boy's chest as he moves to shut it off, muttering something to himself just before the video cuts. This place seemed too dangerous to risk showing he had any sort of vulnerability.]
[about ten minutes later, a message is posted to the system]
I need directions to the morgues on the station, if they exist here. Just provide me with coordinates, I can find them on my own.
If anyone's listening to this, I'm looking for information.
[he takes a deep breath, turning his gaze away from the video to stare at something in the distance for a few moments, hoping he can force himself to speak the words he knows he has to say to get what he wants.]
Someone was with me right before I arrived. He's hurt pretty badly--
[dead. when his mind corrects his speech, the boy abruptly stops, then presses his lips together. he certainly doesn't seem to be hurt -- just confused. does it even matter? it's hard to tell who's listening or where he is, or what's going on. maybe it's some sort of set up. ... somehow. maybe. ... maybe he could wait a little bit longer before asking for help. seeming to err on the side of caution, the video drops slightly, focusing more on the boy's chest as he moves to shut it off, muttering something to himself just before the video cuts. This place seemed too dangerous to risk showing he had any sort of vulnerability.]
[about ten minutes later, a message is posted to the system]
I need directions to the morgues on the station, if they exist here. Just provide me with coordinates, I can find them on my own.
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Japanese, about seventeen years old. Six feet tall, give or take. Red shirt, black jacket, if he's still in the same clothing. If he's alive, he'll be easy to spot. The idiot would be running around trying to make friends with everyone and he can't keep his mouth shut.
I don't like being in debt to anyone. My offer stands as long as it needs to.
[even though it's just text, he means the demeaning talk about his best friend in the nicest way possible.]
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Good. I know the type. It wouldn't be hard to spot him if he's here then. And you're not in my debt, not unless I say so.
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He's also human.
[the last part being added on felt necessary, since Kengo wasn't sure exactly who he was talking to. with the devices auto-translating, it could have been anyone. after all, humans seemed to be a rare sight with everything else he'd encountered so far.
he really does wish this guy would stop making it so hard to be nice. Kengo won't let it go, but he won't talk about it anymore. he'll just have to find this guy at some point and do him a favor. maybe.]
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I've got to have your name boy, if I'm going to have to get in touch with later.
[That's just how Dun is. Grouchy, gruff and rough on the outside, but good intentions in the inside. Kengo's plan is actually the only way of doing anything for Dun without him complaining or declining.]
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[which, if he had written his name in a way that wasn't auto-translated, reads as 'star song' in both Japanese and Chinese. not that he would know the guy on the other side could read either.
he also realizes he's one of the youngest people here, but that doesn't make it any better when people keep calling him 'boy' and 'sport'.
also, no. you don't get a first name. only one person gets to call him by his first name, so he's not even offering it.]
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Utahoshi, eh? Alright, I'll be in touch then.
[And that's it for this conversation. Dun's not dropping his own name just yet; Utahoshi needs to earn that right.]
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his name ties far too well into what he actually is, but no one knows that yet, of course.Kengo seems content to leave it at that. past this point, he isn't interested in seeking the other out unless he finds him in person and attempts to repay him. whether the man likes it or not.]