[The bartender continues to mind its business, wiping down the bar. There's no indication that Shiraishi is right or wrong in his assumption.
Hizamaru ingests the black pill — and the effects are nearly immediate. He will feel a sudden heat spreading all over his body. His vision will blur. His mind will become fuzzy. For some reason, it's incredibly difficult to remember how he got here and who he came with. Someone will sling their arms around his neck, a heavily distorted voice whispering in his ear:]
[... And that— That will feel logical to him. Doesn't he want to drink? Doesn't he want to dance? Nothing else matters. His priority is to have fun until his body collapses. This is why his body will start to move of its own accord to the dance floor, intent on joining the guests and pole dancers there.
As for Shiraishi... This will very much look like Hizamaru is fucking off on his own, because there is nothing there. Hizamaru is now hallucinating as a result of ingesting the black pill.
[ well. yeah? yeah he should have expected that. shiraishi just sighs, but makes like no movement to stop hizmaru just moseying into the centre of the room like it ain't no thing.
instead, he just eyes the bartender for a moment longer -- hopefully making him uncomfortable as heck because he's rude -- before reaching out and taking the white pill in one hand. ]
It's definitely drugs, but there's no way to tell what kind until it's ingested. Hallucinatory? Possibly. A mood suppressor? [ Something to make him lose control of his emotions, which makes him... deeply uncomfortable in a way he's never really had to think about before. Every part of him knows that taking this would be a bad idea. ]
... But if they're here, they probably need to be taken to leave. Unless...
[ he glances over at hizamaru, just to make sure he isn't death dropping on the dancefloor and breaking his spine or something, before slipping away from the bar-- pill still in his hand.
he'll check those doors at the back first, to make sure he can see if they're important before he makes the choice to addle his mind for the sake of an exit. ]
[Well, he's a sword, and he's here to live his best life in this weird-ass new body, so he's definitely not saying no. Everything rushes over him at once, and his lashes flutter lower. He doesn't know who the person is, but he likes them. Sounds good. Feels good. All over.
There he goes.
He gets swallowed up by the shadowy figures, standing out only with the white of his uniform and green hair--his eyes are closed. He's a great dancer, but can he dance until he's dead?
There are four doors at the end of the room. Fluorescent paint has been splashed on them, but... now that Shiraishi is closer, he will see that itty bitty eyes have been drawn using the paint. The pupils seem to follow him wherever he goes. Is he opening any of the doors, or is he just staring at them?
On Hizamaru's side, he will feel incited by the rhythm of the music. It sounds like there are lyrics on the track, but the beat is just too loud for either of them to understand what is being said. Hm.]
[ wow i hate this. okay, he's going to have a staring contest with the door for a moment, before looking back at hizamaru who sure is having a blast dancing on his own. ]
Your brother will probably duel me to the death if you have a side effect, pass out and hit your head. Try not to fall.
[ but for the moment? the first door it is. he's not going to bound in, he'll stay cautiously to one side of the door frame -- especially after what happened with beck and the elevator last week. ]
[In the midst of the dancing, he can open his eyes here and there and see Shiraishi. The man stands out, but... hm? He doesn't recall coming with anyone. Did he...?
Ah well, he continues to dance to the music. It has lyrics, he thinks, and his brows notch. He's use to singing; he enjoys it. He craves what the words are so that he can sing along, too. But he can't make them out.
At first, he begins humming, but then he starts singing. It comes out in a very nice voice, but the words are garbled? Because he can't figure out what the lyrics are?]
[The room beyond the first door looks pretty ordinary, all things considered. Shiraishi will easily figure out what it's for considering the, you know, general vibes of the place.
Hizamaru, meanwhile, is trying his best and that's valid. It doesn't seem like he'll have to dance alone for long, however... It's hard to say what's actually happening with Shiraishi turned away from the scene, but Hizamaru will see someone he loves (romantically or platonically) approach him on the dance floor. They will hold their hand out to him, as if inviting him to join them in a dance.]
[ ... (aside voice) we found the fuck room. But okay, fair enough. He'll just step out and close the door, and -- well. he'll move along checking all the doors as he goes, in the same manner so he can keep himself out of the way of anything that might make a wild swing for his face.
he does the occasional check back too see what hizamaru is doing though, as he wasn't kidding about higekiri probably fighting him if something happened to hizamaru and honestly he isn't about that life. (that is the only reason, obviously). ]
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[At first, raising his lashes, he thinks it's Higekiri. It would make the most sense. But shadowy figures part slightly to let the person through, and it's not Higekiri at all reaching out through the fog and the noise and the paint for him.]
Prompto...
[They only had one chance to dance, hadn't they? Shiraishi can see him just stretching his arm at nothing, but it's fine. He doesn't hesitate to reach up and out, to put his hand in the one beckoning him. Time to dance surely.]
The other three rooms are identical to the first. Plenty of fuck rooms to go around, it seems! When he glances back at Hizamaru, Shiraishi will see what he's really dancing with. It's, hm. Fine, probably? The fact that the shadowy, beaked creature is dribbling black goo all over Hizamaru aside.]
[ ... welp. that answers his question of whether or not he should consider popping that pill right now, just in case. his head did whip around when he heard exactly what name hizamaru spoke and --
that answers the question of what's going on here. it's definitely a hallucination, and one that's sudden become physical. so. now he's looked in those doors, he turns away and walks across the floor, just close enough to slide a finger up hizamaru's arm and tug it away, goo and all.
hmm. bad.
he doesn't say anything, he just looks at that creature. very pointedly. his free hand is in his coat pocket, i'm sure it's fine. ]
From Shiraishi's point of view, the creature is going to hiss and screech at him. It's a sound not unlike nails against a chalkboard, eerily similar to the screams of the demons when ripped away from their hosts. The creature will try to push Shiraishi away while tugging at Hizamaru's arm, trying to continue their dance. But for those brief seconds where the contact between the creature and Hizamaru is broken? Something strange will happen.
Red blood will bubble up through Hizamaru's flesh, almost as if the upper layers of skin have been ripped away where he was previously in contact with the creature. Hizamaru is too drugged to notice any of it, but the effect will get worse the longer he's away from the creature, his flesh bubbling and deteriorating. It will only stop once its hand is on his arm again.
No one is dancing anymore. The shadowy creatures are too busy staring at Shiraishi. Hizamaru will remain oblivious of all of this, of course, still seeing the creature as Prompto.]
[ to his credit, shiraishi doesn't flinch when the creature screeches and hisses at him. he stands his ground, but when he sees the red seeping up on hizamaru's skin he... lets the creature have its way and tug hizamaru back towards him.
he even gives the creature a strange half sort of bow -- "go on then" -- with a smile on his face. but it doesn't reach his eyes, even more than it very often doesn't. his eyes are sharp, and remain on the creature the whole time. his hand still in his pocket. ]
A word of advice, Hizamaru -- [ and hey, is that the first time? he's used his name? ]-- whatever you took from the statue is making you hallucinate. Just remember that.
[Thank God he doesn't know about the terrible pain he's going to feel later! Though he does seem slightly irritated by the interruption when Shiraishi comes in. He doesn't get angry, but he does try to stay with "Prompto," looking confused.
It's fine?
Once they're together again, he tucks close, and they continue their awful dance. If his eyes flutter quickly, Prompto does seem... distorted at the edges, but he can't tell any difference. It looks exactly like the Prompto he remembers.]
I'll dance with you after, Shiraishi-san. [There's a drowsy, dreamy smile in his voice.] You don't have to feel left out.
Off Hiza goes, to be slowly covered in black goo while dancing with the creature. The figures around them resume their dance, as the music continues to blast. Once again, they will both hear those unintelligible lyrics. It's truly impossible to hear what they might be with how loud the instrumental track is.
there's no indication the door has unlocked, and there's nothing in the rooms so. shiraishi dips his other hand into his other pocket and pulls out the pill. ]
This is a terrible idea.
[ it's said to no one in particular but. it's the only other thing in this room he can think of that might "need" to happen, so...
[Being covered with black goo for a second time is fine. It can't be any worse than being blood boiled out of the skin, right? He keeps dancing with Not-Prompto, with the deepest part of the beat, languid and heady.
In a very low, but dreamy voice, he repeats,]
You will answer to our truth,
[right about the time Shiraishi puts the pill in and swallows.]
[i'm glad you both know now so this break-in is Extra Funny
The black goo is harmless, at least. It continues to run down Hizamaru's arms, coating his flesh and clothes in the stuff. His outfit used to be white once upon a time, but that's no longer true. At least he's having a good time, though! The creature will spin and dip him. Maybe it'll even fumble the move a little bit, in true Prompto fashion.
Shiraishi may or may not notice any of this happening, though, because the effects of the pill are immediate. His vision will blur; a sharp and piercing pain stabbing right through his head. His ears will ring, causing him to temporarily go deaf. Something wet will run down his head, and if he brings a hand up to his ears? He'll realize that there's blood dribbling out of them. Shiraishi will lose consciousness due to the pain for a few, brief minutes.
When he wakes up again, he will realize that there's something different about the music now. The lyrics that were so heavily muffled and distorted sound clear to him now.]
ENEMY AND OF AND OUT YOU'RE DECEIT ARE WE YOUR ARE THRIVING MISTRUST RUNNING TIME
[... Huh.
And now that he can actually understand them, he will notice that there's a bit of a skip and jump between words. The inflection makes it apparent that they are being played out of order. Similarly, the stage looks a little brighter now.]
[ oh wow. that's terrible. He doesn't make much noise when the pill kicks in, but his hands do shoot up to cover his ears immediately -- it's so blinding that he barely realises he's hit the floor until he comes too a few moments later.
He's a little slower as he gets to his feet, hand clutching his head as he carefully straightens up, frowning at the music and the lyrics, his mind half whirring with the echoes of the pain from that pill and the now audible lyrics.
... This place is losing all its appeal now, so once he's a little less tender and bemused, he just marches over to the stage. Ducking and weaving through any figures that might be in the way and shooting sharp glares back at the creature still dancing with Hizamaru. He doesn't climb completely up onto the stage, but he does rest a hand on it before turning himself to slide up onto the edge of it. ]
[Please don't glare at Not-Prompto! He's having a really good time (pretending) to dance in gooey fervor with the strange creature that has Prompto's likeness.
He does glance at Shiraishi when the man moves away, but his eyes are dreamy and glassy, like he isn't paying too much attention to the why.]
Now that Shiraishi is getting on the stage, he will notice that a slip of paper is pinned down by the DJing equipment. Specifically, it's next to the soundboard.]
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... Ominous.
[ he turns to look at the bartender, with something of a smile. ]
I presume we're supposed to be taking one of these conveniently placed pills. [ it... it ain't a question. ]
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And Hizamaru reaches out to take the black pill and slide it into his mouth to swallow.]
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Hizamaru ingests the black pill — and the effects are nearly immediate. He will feel a sudden heat spreading all over his body. His vision will blur. His mind will become fuzzy. For some reason, it's incredibly difficult to remember how he got here and who he came with. Someone will sling their arms around his neck, a heavily distorted voice whispering in his ear:]
W̶̛̬̊̈͑̂̈́E̷̪͎͙̥̎'̴̡̛̥͓͕̫̓̈͊̄̈́̑R̴̙͆̂̏̑͠E̸̲̝̦̹̽̆̎̈́̏ ̸̗͝Ȃ̶̘̃Ḽ̴̡̢͔̮͚̄̈̎̈́L̴̫͕̯̙͒̇̚ ̷̗̯͖̝͍̞͗̆̓̌̈̏̈́ͅH̶͎̹̝̽͗̒͊̄̕͜͝Ę̶̉R̵̛̘̿̂̀̾E̶̼̻̞̓͆̂́͠ ̵̛̲̗̕T̶̨̙̯͎̃͋O̶̙͇̘͔͑͂̋̑͜ͅ ̵͈͕̻̼̞̘̔̓̊̋D̶̥̤̳̥͓̖̓̎̏͛̕R̷̭̟̹̫̱͂̿̈́͐͗͝I̵̧̡̝̖͐̓̅̀̾N̶̢̼̯̪̒̀̈ͅͅK̶̛͙͖͔̻̗̽́̄͑̓̄,̸̫̟̻̂̈́̑̆̉̏ ̶̟̰̕Ḍ̶̨͎̯̦̭͇̉̇͐̿͝A̷̲͂͗̇̊͑N̸̮̳̺̘̫̍͂Ć̵̜͖̠̯̤̳E̶͓̦͖̻͚̹͑͑̉͂͘͜ ̵̨̨͍̲͓̈́͑À̵͈̣͓͉͇̜̩́͂N̶͍͙̘̭͖̭̲̋̔D̴̡̧̧̛͈̬̔̿̈́͑̕͠ ̵̡̖͖̋̆͑̔͒̇͝D̷̻̼̹̻͈̕ͅĮ̶̤̇͒̈̿Ȩ̸̨͙̩̗̦̌?̴̢̧̜͖͍̱̿̍͛̃ ̴̢̣̱͎͉̙̀͊̔W̴̪̰̜̹̓̊̈̆̚͝Ȏ̴̬͇̺͇́̉́̉͝N̸̜̺͈̯͐̈̓͛̈̚'̸̨͒Ṱ̵̜͔͍̮̘͗̋̕͜ ̷̘̮̪́̈̌̕͜Y̸̤̰̆O̸̱̗̖̱̫̓͗̄̆̾̀͜͜Ụ̵̻̣͋̅̋̓͛̃͝ ̵̧̣͙͖̔̏̄̋͘͝J̵̮͎̞̬̰̼̓̈́͗̕O̶̢̹̩̙͚̎͑͝ͅI̶̜̫͎͔̦͙͐͑͌̈͒͠N̶̡̧̓͊̏́ ̶̱̹̽Ů̸͖̯͍̻̌̅̇͜S̸̪͙̫̒͝?̸͙̀ ̷̫̞̋̐̉̀͐͐̃W̵̱͋̀̾͂̋̀Ȯ̴̭̳̇͋̎́̚Ṅ̸͈̳̥̩̼͓̀͂͆̂̽'̷̧̲̬̣̿̊͗T̸̨̰̞̫̦̱̫̆̔͊̅̽͝͠ ̷͙̐̍̈̇͝͝Y̸̮̼͔̙̺̒̈́̋͛͜͠O̵̮̰͆͌̆̄̕U̶̹̅͆̆͒ ̶͓̩̒͛Ṕ̷̤͍̝̤̟̰̅Â̴̖͆̏́̕R̵̢͙̺͎̿͝T̴͉̻̫͎͑̄̓͠A̶̛̗̎̓K̶̡̛͍̬̠̤͗̅̿ͅE̸̠̝͙̭͛́̏́̈́̐̇ ̴̻̉Ḭ̷̧͍̖̚͜N̶̡͓̭̹̥͉͇͑͑̈̐́͋̚ ̵̡̳̱͚͕̔̒͑͌̆Ţ̵̪̥͚̞͇̩̅̒͠H̶̲͂͑́͒͆̏̐E̴͕̹̼̫̱̘͋̏ͅ ̵̺͈̽F̸̢̮͔͖̫̠̿́͂̈́̊́̈́Ḙ̵̢̯͍̦͇͑̽͋S̵̝̦̺̺͖̲͛̀̀͐͌̓T̷͖͈̀͗̈͛̽̆Ǐ̶͚̦͂̉V̴̨͓̬̠̱̪̈́̾͑́̒Ì̷̧̡̲̫̺̏T̵̞̹̤͕͔̮̏̃I̴͈̪̟̩̽̏̂̔͘È̴̼̮͖͍̑͆̇̚͘S̸̛͕̋͛?̴̞̖̤͍̞̾̏̅̅͛ ̷̬̖̹̠̜͓̞̀͗̐̎̿͐̓
[... And that— That will feel logical to him. Doesn't he want to drink? Doesn't he want to dance? Nothing else matters. His priority is to have fun until his body collapses. This is why his body will start to move of its own accord to the dance floor, intent on joining the guests and pole dancers there.
As for Shiraishi... This will very much look like Hizamaru is fucking off on his own, because there is nothing there. Hizamaru is now hallucinating as a result of ingesting the black pill.
Have fun, boys.]
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instead, he just eyes the bartender for a moment longer -- hopefully making him uncomfortable as heck because he's rude -- before reaching out and taking the white pill in one hand. ]
It's definitely drugs, but there's no way to tell what kind until it's ingested. Hallucinatory? Possibly. A mood suppressor? [ Something to make him lose control of his emotions, which makes him... deeply uncomfortable in a way he's never really had to think about before. Every part of him knows that taking this would be a bad idea. ]
... But if they're here, they probably need to be taken to leave. Unless...
[ he glances over at hizamaru, just to make sure he isn't death dropping on the dancefloor and breaking his spine or something, before slipping away from the bar-- pill still in his hand.
he'll check those doors at the back first, to make sure he can see if they're important before he makes the choice to addle his mind for the sake of an exit. ]
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There he goes.
He gets swallowed up by the shadowy figures, standing out only with the white of his uniform and green hair--his eyes are closed. He's a great dancer, but can he dance until he's dead?
GOOD LUCK, SHIRAISHI-SAN.]
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There are four doors at the end of the room. Fluorescent paint has been splashed on them, but... now that Shiraishi is closer, he will see that itty bitty eyes have been drawn using the paint. The pupils seem to follow him wherever he goes. Is he opening any of the doors, or is he just staring at them?
On Hizamaru's side, he will feel incited by the rhythm of the music. It sounds like there are lyrics on the track, but the beat is just too loud for either of them to understand what is being said. Hm.]
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Your brother will probably duel me to the death if you have a side effect, pass out and hit your head. Try not to fall.
[ but for the moment? the first door it is. he's not going to bound in, he'll stay cautiously to one side of the door frame -- especially after what happened with beck and the elevator last week. ]
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Ah well, he continues to dance to the music. It has lyrics, he thinks, and his brows notch. He's use to singing; he enjoys it. He craves what the words are so that he can sing along, too. But he can't make them out.
At first, he begins humming, but then he starts singing. It comes out in a very nice voice, but the words are garbled? Because he can't figure out what the lyrics are?]
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Hizamaru, meanwhile, is trying his best and that's valid. It doesn't seem like he'll have to dance alone for long, however... It's hard to say what's actually happening with Shiraishi turned away from the scene, but Hizamaru will see someone he loves (romantically or platonically) approach him on the dance floor. They will hold their hand out to him, as if inviting him to join them in a dance.]
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he does the occasional check back too see what hizamaru is doing though, as he wasn't kidding about higekiri probably fighting him if something happened to hizamaru and honestly he isn't about that life. (that is the only reason, obviously). ]
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Prompto...
[They only had one chance to dance, hadn't they? Shiraishi can see him just stretching his arm at nothing, but it's fine. He doesn't hesitate to reach up and out, to put his hand in the one beckoning him. Time to dance surely.]
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The other three rooms are identical to the first. Plenty of fuck rooms to go around, it seems! When he glances back at Hizamaru, Shiraishi will see what he's really dancing with. It's, hm. Fine, probably? The fact that the shadowy, beaked creature is dribbling black goo all over Hizamaru aside.]
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that answers the question of what's going on here. it's definitely a hallucination, and one that's sudden become physical. so. now he's looked in those doors, he turns away and walks across the floor, just close enough to slide a finger up hizamaru's arm and tug it away, goo and all.
hmm. bad.
he doesn't say anything, he just looks at that creature. very pointedly. his free hand is in his coat pocket, i'm sure it's fine. ]
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Well!
From Shiraishi's point of view, the creature is going to hiss and screech at him. It's a sound not unlike nails against a chalkboard, eerily similar to the screams of the demons when ripped away from their hosts. The creature will try to push Shiraishi away while tugging at Hizamaru's arm, trying to continue their dance. But for those brief seconds where the contact between the creature and Hizamaru is broken? Something strange will happen.
Red blood will bubble up through Hizamaru's flesh, almost as if the upper layers of skin have been ripped away where he was previously in contact with the creature. Hizamaru is too drugged to notice any of it, but the effect will get worse the longer he's away from the creature, his flesh bubbling and deteriorating. It will only stop once its hand is on his arm again.
No one is dancing anymore. The shadowy creatures are too busy staring at Shiraishi. Hizamaru will remain oblivious of all of this, of course, still seeing the creature as Prompto.]
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he even gives the creature a strange half sort of bow -- "go on then" -- with a smile on his face. but it doesn't reach his eyes, even more than it very often doesn't. his eyes are sharp, and remain on the creature the whole time. his hand still in his pocket. ]
A word of advice, Hizamaru -- [ and hey, is that the first time? he's used his name? ]-- whatever you took from the statue is making you hallucinate. Just remember that.
[ he doesn't move though. he just watches. ]
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It's fine?
Once they're together again, he tucks close, and they continue their awful dance. If his eyes flutter quickly, Prompto does seem... distorted at the edges, but he can't tell any difference. It looks exactly like the Prompto he remembers.]
I'll dance with you after, Shiraishi-san. [There's a drowsy, dreamy smile in his voice.] You don't have to feel left out.
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Off Hiza goes, to be slowly covered in black goo while dancing with the creature. The figures around them resume their dance, as the music continues to blast. Once again, they will both hear those unintelligible lyrics. It's truly impossible to hear what they might be with how loud the instrumental track is.
But at least nothing else seems to happen...]
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there's no indication the door has unlocked, and there's nothing in the rooms so. shiraishi dips his other hand into his other pocket and pulls out the pill. ]
This is a terrible idea.
[ it's said to no one in particular but. it's the only other thing in this room he can think of that might "need" to happen, so...
he sighs.
and takes the pill. ]
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In a very low, but dreamy voice, he repeats,]
You will answer to our truth,
[right about the time Shiraishi puts the pill in and swallows.]
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The black goo is harmless, at least. It continues to run down Hizamaru's arms, coating his flesh and clothes in the stuff. His outfit used to be white once upon a time, but that's no longer true. At least he's having a good time, though! The creature will spin and dip him. Maybe it'll even fumble the move a little bit, in true Prompto fashion.
Shiraishi may or may not notice any of this happening, though, because the effects of the pill are immediate. His vision will blur; a sharp and piercing pain stabbing right through his head. His ears will ring, causing him to temporarily go deaf. Something wet will run down his head, and if he brings a hand up to his ears? He'll realize that there's blood dribbling out of them. Shiraishi will lose consciousness due to the pain for a few, brief minutes.
When he wakes up again, he will realize that there's something different about the music now. The lyrics that were so heavily muffled and distorted sound clear to him now.]
ENEMY AND OF AND OUT YOU'RE DECEIT ARE WE YOUR ARE THRIVING MISTRUST RUNNING TIME
[... Huh.
And now that he can actually understand them, he will notice that there's a bit of a skip and jump between words. The inflection makes it apparent that they are being played out of order. Similarly, the stage looks a little brighter now.]
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[ oh wow. that's terrible. He doesn't make much noise when the pill kicks in, but his hands do shoot up to cover his ears immediately -- it's so blinding that he barely realises he's hit the floor until he comes too a few moments later.
He's a little slower as he gets to his feet, hand clutching his head as he carefully straightens up, frowning at the music and the lyrics, his mind half whirring with the echoes of the pain from that pill and the now audible lyrics.
... This place is losing all its appeal now, so once he's a little less tender and bemused, he just marches over to the stage. Ducking and weaving through any figures that might be in the way and shooting sharp glares back at the creature still dancing with Hizamaru. He doesn't climb completely up onto the stage, but he does rest a hand on it before turning himself to slide up onto the edge of it. ]
Subtle. What do you want now?
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He does glance at Shiraishi when the man moves away, but his eyes are dreamy and glassy, like he isn't paying too much attention to the why.]
Are you going to sing, Shiraishi-san? Ha ha.
[Sing for them while they dance or something.]
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Now that Shiraishi is getting on the stage, he will notice that a slip of paper is pinned down by the DJing equipment. Specifically, it's next to the soundboard.]
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DJ CatMan Scoop is reporting for duty, probably. ]
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When he picks up the piece of paper, he will realize it's a handwritten note. It says:]
DJ left the track scrambled.
Should be an easy fix with the soundboard.
Song goes like this:
[Chorus]
6 words
5 words
4 words
[And looking at the soundboard, each button is labeled using words from the lyrics Shiraishi can now understand. Hm.]
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