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[deniedaccess]

[It was the new year, and even Tieria's finely tuned appreciation for solitude had its limits after constantly hearing about everyone's comings and goings for the holidays. Though there was more data to analyze for further consideration, he decided that he had dealt with the details for long enough that evening.

Instead, he gave in to curiosity.]

...So this is it?

[Muttered mostly to himself. Feel free to poke at the conspicuous young man that's lurking about. It's hard to keep a low profile with that hair, not that it will stop him from trying.]

Comments

[deniedaccess]

[Noted, but he's not going to comment on it. Yet.]

What's a Master of Ceremonies without a proper name? The legend can't be that grand if you don't have one.

[psychosemantics]

Haha! Noted! But I am a man of many names.

Today's name happens to be "Zatonichi". [[Maybe he knows the legend of Zatoichi, the blind samurai.]] Greatest DJ in the land, and only DJ on the ship!

[deniedaccess]

[He knew it by name alone. Cinema from the twentieth century wasn't something that he bothered with when left to his own devices.]

...I see. Zatonichi then. How do your fans keep up with you if you don't use the same name?

[psychosemantics]

My real fans know just by the style. Sometimes a man has to go through names to keep up with the times.

So what about you, stranger? That beat of yours... And your ID?

[deniedaccess]

[Another detail noted.]

I already told you. My name is Tieria Erde, and I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.

[psychosemantics]

You did, did you? Haha! Music's a bit loud. I might be going deaf.

[[The other girl snickers a bit, the first time she's broken that stone face]]

I'm saying that something about you isn't human.

[deniedaccess]

[He cast a look at Zatonichi, though he suspected that it was a fruitless effort.]

Even if you're correct, it's not like it matters. Why would you ask that?

[psychosemantics]

Because I hear your heart beat... Think of it like a drum.

[[And the ambient music kind of changes. Only, it doesn't. Tieria should notice the change as he talks about it though.]]

Most people have a heart like a bass drum. [[And there's the thumping. Boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom.]] But you, it ain't the same. It's like a snare. It's on the same same beat, but a different drum. [[Tak-tak, tak-tak, tak-tak]]

When I hear something new, I want to know why. I can't force an answer out of you, but, you can expect me to ghost you until I get one.


((And given the whole Quantum Brainwave thing, I suspect Tieria could discern that the beats aren't heard on an audible level. There's something subliminal to them.]]

[deniedaccess]

I see.

[He could discern the subtle difference in the tempo and audio that filled the hall, but felt it rather than heard it. Curious. Tieria nodded in understanding. The explanation made sense, however...]

Then I appreciate your respect, but it's not something I talk about.

[Not even his friends knew, though he had his suspicions that one might suspect it. Without confirmation, he would continue to keep the details quiet.]

[psychosemantics]

Well, then you'll have to expect me to keep bugging you until you crack. Don't worry, I'm not a terrible ally to have around.

[[And while the temptation to see if he could just MAKE him talk is there, he rather likes having his fingers in working order.]]

[deniedaccess]

[It wouldn't be his fingers that he would need to worry about...]

I'll appreciate your support when the time comes, but your luck in getting whatever it is that you want remains to be seen.