Just voice testing

[that_can_happen]

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[You've heard from the brother of a friend of a coworker or something that there's this guy who hangs out at the local diner, and that people who do things for him get wishes. Or something. Apparently, if you tell him that you heard the pastrami sandwich here is good, he'll know that you want to talk about wishes.

Everyone has something they want. Maybe you should talk to him.]

-2-

[He gave you a task. It could be anything. From "Make 5 people cry" to "Become pregnant" to "Find someone with no family and kill them". They're not all morally repugnant, but unless you asked for something stupid like a sandwich, they will not be easy. Part of the deal was that you had to periodically come back and report your progress. Which is what you're doing today.]

Ah. How's it going?

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[neurosis_library]

Touko

[A teenage girl hovers uncertainly around the edge of the booth for several seconds in some kind of silent, internal argument.]

I hear... the pastrami sandwhich here... is good...

[that_can_happen]

That's what I hear.

[neurosis_library]

[She sits down.]

Is it true that you can make things happen?

[that_can_happen]

I give people opportunities to make things happen, yes.

[neurosis_library]

Okay.

[She pulls out a folder and passes it across the table. Inside it are a number of (conveniently in English!) newspaper clippings, all talking about a series of brutal murders committed by an unknown serial killer by the alias of "Genocider Syo".]

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[that_catshark]

Viral

[Viral sights the man instantly upon entering the diner. He stalks over, but his confidence fades once he reaches the booth at the end, and he hovers near the table.]

[that_can_happen]

[He glances up at Viral for a moment, then folds up the newspaper he was reading and waits expectantly while taking a drink from his tea.]

[that_catshark]

[He sneers and rolls his eyes at the situation.]

I hear the pastrami sandwich here is good.

[Viral doesn't wait for an invitation and sits down, arms folded.]

This is stupid, for the record.

[that_can_happen]

You're free to think that.

[Beat.]

So what is it that you want?

2? 1? Touko thread cont'd

[neurosis_library]

Genocider Syo

[Touko is back! Only she looks different now.]

What did you tell her?

[that_can_happen]

[He looks vaguely unsettled by this.]

Let me guess, Genocider Syo?

[neurosis_library]

Got it in one! Listen, I know Touko had a little chat with you, and I know she's up to something. Want to fill me in on the details?

[that_can_happen]

She came to see me. We made a deal.

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[phantom_envoy]

[The unoccupied seat across from the strange guy is suddenly filled by a teenaged girl in a white costume the next time he blinks.]

Hey.

[that_can_happen]

[He blinks again at this unexpected arrival, but takes it in stride.]

Hello.

[phantom_envoy]

So. Let's cut to the chase.

[Phantom Girl tries not to look smug that she's managed to surprise him.]

We've been hearing a lot of rumors floating around about this place lately. ...Something about a guy who grants wishes.

[that_can_happen]

Is that so?

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[shineslightintodarkness]

[A man with sad blue eyes sat down, he has the air of a professional]

[that_can_happen]

[The other man finishes chewing his bite of pie.]

Hello.

[shineslightintodarkness]

Heard the Pastrami sandwich is good.

[He leans back, his expression watchful]

[that_can_happen]

That's what I hear.

[It's a non committal response, but the man's bearing subtly changes to that of a man ready to talk business.]

1! I hope this is okay. I know I'm kind of late so you can ignore this if you want.

[mirrorimage]

[The bell to the diner door chimes as she walks in. Nina walks with purpose even as her downcast eyes remained focused on the tiles in front of her as she approaches his booth. She doesn't shake, but she feels like she should be, for how terrified she is.

This the second time she tried to do this. The first time she almost got to the booth and ran out without say anything. She hopes he doesn't remember her but assumes that he probably does.

This time she doesn't run. She just speaks, in a flat, sad monotone, without looking up, her hair sweeping in front of her face. She carries a dufflebag over one shoulder and adjusts it nervously.]

I hear the pastrami sandwich is good here.

Haha no worries I love doing these threads.

[that_can_happen]

[Bizarrely, he's actually eating the pastrami sandwich this time. He puts it aside for the moment when she speaks, though]

I can attest to that.

Yay!

[mirrorimage]

[Nina takes a breath. Her head snaps up. She doesn't so much slide into the booth as drop into it, and she stares up at him. Her eyes blaze with determination even though her hands are shaking.]

I want my brother dead.

[that_can_happen]

Why do you want that?