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PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
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[a short laugh at that, and the corners of Akira's lips turn upward into an amused grin. obviously, this is just some weird elaborate dream!1 but he doesn't say that aloud, because that would ruin the immersion, wouldn't it? maybe he isn't yet ready to wake up!!]
[so instead, he merely shrugs, tilting his head towards Chobe as he works, a quiet acknowledgement of the interest]
You've got to be at least Confidant rank 7 for that information.
[he never stops being cheeky, does he. the wires spark in his hands, resistant to his attempts at putting the right ones together, and he draws back with a sharp hiss]
[What does that even MEAN Akira!! Chobe's good eye slowly blinks, and he clicks his tongue.]
Y'know, maybe I was mistaken. Ya done lost all yer wits, huh? Damn, I got stuck with a dud.
[Maybe he should just kill him!! He seriously considers, just as he hears the snap of that sparking. Another frown, and then he lets out a gruff sigh, moving the sleeve back on his arm. His skin writhes and then parts, a couple of thin, woody vines shooting out. One wraps around Akira's hand, the other twisting around part of the wire.]
That's electricity, yeah? Try now, idiot.
[He may not know how cars work, but electricity in general he knows how to deal with. Grass types are resistant to electric, those are pokemon rules right.]
I'm not a dud. [said with some offense, his irritation at not being able to COOLLY HOTWIRE A CAR seeping through. what kind of thief is he, anyway! Morgana you should have trained him better!!] I've just never--
[before he can admit that he has never done this before, vines curl around his wrist and hand, and his entire body stiffens in fight or flight. but when he realizes it's not another attack but rather an attempt at helping him. . .]
[well. he relaxes slightly. but only slightly]
[also yeh Pokemon rules always win!1]
[with a breath, he connects the wires again. and this time, instead of sparking at him dangerously. . . the engine slowly springs to life]
With my help, ya brat! [He has no idea what Akira even did. He's gonna pull those vines back now. They unwrap from Akira's hand and slink back into his skin.]
So the box is vibratin'. What now? You know how to get it movin'? Or am I gonna have to hold yer hand for that, too?
[only when the vines are gone does Akira relax completely, though admittedly some of his danger senses have dulled now that he is focused on the car. the car! that is running! that he hotwired!! fuck yeah!!]
If you don't even know what a car is, then there's no way you can drive one.
[but he does gesture to the passenger seat. hop in buddy, you've earned shotgun. meanwhile, Akira is positioning himself behind the steering wheel, one hand resting on the gear]
I don't have a license yet, buuuut I know what I'm doing from here on out.
[all that practice with video games and the Mona bus]
Don't doubt the power of the bandit king, kid. But I'm letting you operate this shit outta the goodness of my big damn heart.
[Look how kind he is, gosh! He frowns slightly before awkwardly clambering over the seat--he's a grown ass man and how else do you climb to the front!! Eventually enough he flops down haphazardly, glaring through the windshield. Okay, maybe he would have immediately gotten more information if he had initially just...fucking looked out a window, but he ain't admitting that now. He leans back, arms behind his head.]
You yap a lot, ya know that? A real thief don't give a shit about what yer allowed to do or not. Ya just do it.
[He's not used to being the least shitty person in the room. Is this the boon of youth. Fucked up.
A roll of his eyes and he follows suit, figuring out how this strap thing works. He doesn't need to worry about safety due to immortality and all but Akira doesn't need to know that!!]
I ain't ever met a thief that was such a stickler for rules.
Only when it means I'm being a pain in the ass for the other guy in the room.
[OKAY MAYBE HE'LL CHILL A LITTLE NOW. at any rate, he shifts the gear of the car into drive and starts propelling it forward, maneuvering around the other fancy ones parked around them]
Haaah? Ya know, underlings should give their names first before demandin' answers. S'just polite.
[Rude!! Doesn't he know how bandit hierarchy works? But, he is trapped in a giant moving metal box, and frankly he does not want to figure it out on his own right now. Judging by all the other cars around, they're clearly not alone in this scenario. It'd be a huge pain in the ass to cause more friction now, and also...well, he can use Akira as a meat shield or hostage later if need be. Win/win!!]
You've got the pleasure of escortin' Aza Chobe, the infamous Bandit King. So if ya wanna use it as a name, I won't stop ya. Murder, arson, battery--ya name it, I've done it. So ya better stay on my good side, yeah?
[true to his earlier word, Akira is a pretty damn good driver. all that practice with the Monabus!! of course, the more he weaves from parking lane to parking lane, the bigger this entire garage seems. is there an end in sight?? and it's no fun to slowly cruise from aisle to aisle. if one is stealing a car, there needs to be a high speed chase!!]
[problems for later Akira, who is-- at the moment-- more curious about the Bandit King. Aza Chobe, is it. . . huh]
You can call me. . . Joker.
[he gives the code name, if only because it's hard not to have one's guard up against someone who a) threatened him with a pointy object and b) brags about murder]
I can't say my rap sheet is as. . . [a beat. it's not "impressive," really] . . . expansive as yours.
So yer a whore? Well, it's hard out there for some folks. Least ya got a pretty face for it. Lame ass name, though. Who the hell wants to sleep with a clown?
[He's a bandit but he's all for equal opportunity sluts. Get it, Joker.]
No! That's not-- way to ruin a guy's attempt at sounding cool!
[he is also pro-equal opportunity sluts and sex work, but HE ALSO CAN'T HELP THE WAY HIS FACE TURNS BEET RED AT THE IDEA. he was trying to be enigmatic! mysterious!!! WHY YOU GOTTA BE LIKE THIS, BANDIT KING]
[He's only got one eye Joker, you think he can see through all that mystery bullshit?? He props his elbow up on his window, squinting at Akira with utter confusion. A whore is a respectful position, get yourself a sugar mama or daddy Joker, be that house husband. ]
That was an attempt? Well shit, you suck at it. I thought ya were useful enough gettin' this box moving, you ain't gotta lie like a dumbass brat.
[HELP. IT IS A PERFECTLY RESPECTABLE PROFESSION HE JUST KNOWS IT IS NOT FOR HIM!!]
[he slumps a bit in his seat, heat still radiating from his cheeks as scarlet creeps up to the tips of his ears. don't mind his sulky glowering; don't worry, it won't affect his driving]
I wasn't lying.
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Maybe I should've said I steal desires? Distorted thoughts? Man, I wasn't going to explain it, but I guess I have to now. . .
[You see this icon, Akira? That's how he's looking. Yes, he needs detail. Because from Chobe's perspective he's just sounding more and more like a man whore. Distorted thoughts? Desires? Is. . .is this like a kink??
And damn, Akira's red. Hell maybe he's too late and Akira's already been sold off. Damn yeah, that's gotta be it. Joker's new to this life and still hasn't learned to throw away shame. Sucks for him. . .!
Anyway better explain before Chobe makes up a more elaborate story in his head.]
[WHY DOES HE SUDDENLY HAVE THE URGE TO SMOTHER CHOBE WITH A PILLOW]
It's both a literal and a metaphorical thing.
[wheeeee they're taking yet ANOTHER turn around a parking lane in this gigantically huge garage. driving around like this is getting kind of boring]
Imagine a world created only from the cognition of humans. A world molded by people's thoughts, emotions, wants and desires. [a beat] And not just the salacious ones.
[He opens up his mouth to respond because--literal?? Okay ripping out people's hearts sounds fucking badass. But Akira continues and Chobe almost goes cross eyed. WELL...THE RIPPING OUT HEARTS IS STILL COOL...!]
Right, so, magic bullshit?
[Nailed it.]
I'll believe it when I see it. Right now my desire is to get out of this fucking cavern! Can ya steal a way out? Or at least some different scenery?
[yeah unfortunately sometimes he likes the way it burns]
Hang onto your ass, Bandit King.
[VROOM VROOM, he's revving that engine some more, before he turns his gaze onto the path ahead of him. he has a clear shot of the garage wall, framed by a few more fancy cars. target: locked]
I can't be held responsible for what happens next--!
[AND THEN HE FLOORS IT. PEDAL TO THE METAL!!!]
[the vehicle lurches forward, rocketing across the garage like a bullet, headed right for the wall]
[for the sake of nobody dying of stupidity in this thread, I'm gonna say the distance traveled was. . . not that much. so despite Akira's sudden acceleration, the car slams into the wall hard enough to total the front with a sickening crunch. . . but that's about it!]
[the impact will jostle Akira and Chobe around quite a bit (MIND THE SEATBELT AND HOW IT DIGS INTO ONE'S SKIN UPON SUDDEN DECELERATION). a sharp hiss now fills the air as the poor radiator leaks all over the steaming hot engine. Akira. . . well]
[he wheezes a bit from his position bent over the steering wheel before he sits up, hair tousled and robe hanging slightly off his shoulder]
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[so instead, he merely shrugs, tilting his head towards Chobe as he works, a quiet acknowledgement of the interest]
You've got to be at least Confidant rank 7 for that information.
[he never stops being cheeky, does he. the wires spark in his hands, resistant to his attempts at putting the right ones together, and he draws back with a sharp hiss]
Damn. . .
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Y'know, maybe I was mistaken. Ya done lost all yer wits, huh? Damn, I got stuck with a dud.
[Maybe he should just kill him!! He seriously considers, just as he hears the snap of that sparking. Another frown, and then he lets out a gruff sigh, moving the sleeve back on his arm. His skin writhes and then parts, a couple of thin, woody vines shooting out. One wraps around Akira's hand, the other twisting around part of the wire.]
That's electricity, yeah? Try now, idiot.
[He may not know how cars work, but electricity in general he knows how to deal with. Grass types are resistant to electric, those are pokemon rules right.]
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[before he can admit that he has never done this before, vines curl around his wrist and hand, and his entire body stiffens in fight or flight. but when he realizes it's not another attack but rather an attempt at helping him. . .]
[well. he relaxes slightly. but only slightly]
[also yeh Pokemon rules always win!1]
[with a breath, he connects the wires again. and this time, instead of sparking at him dangerously. . . the engine slowly springs to life]
-- hah! I've done it!
[PROUD]
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So the box is vibratin'. What now? You know how to get it movin'? Or am I gonna have to hold yer hand for that, too?
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If you don't even know what a car is, then there's no way you can drive one.
[but he does gesture to the passenger seat. hop in buddy, you've earned shotgun. meanwhile, Akira is positioning himself behind the steering wheel, one hand resting on the gear]
I don't have a license yet, buuuut I know what I'm doing from here on out.
[all that practice with video games and the Mona bus]
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[Look how kind he is, gosh! He frowns slightly before awkwardly clambering over the seat--he's a grown ass man and how else do you climb to the front!! Eventually enough he flops down haphazardly, glaring through the windshield. Okay, maybe he would have immediately gotten more information if he had initially just...fucking looked out a window, but he ain't admitting that now. He leans back, arms behind his head.]
You yap a lot, ya know that? A real thief don't give a shit about what yer allowed to do or not. Ya just do it.
So what're ya waiting for?
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For you to buckle your seatbelt.
[he grabs at his own, brow quirked as he pulls it over his body and clicks it into place]
Even the best thieves know that safety comes first.
[okay, Akira!!]
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[He's not used to being the least shitty person in the room. Is this the boon of youth. Fucked up.
A roll of his eyes and he follows suit, figuring out how this strap thing works. He doesn't need to worry about safety due to immortality and all but Akira doesn't need to know that!!]
I ain't ever met a thief that was such a stickler for rules.
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Only when it means I'm being a pain in the ass for the other guy in the room.
[OKAY MAYBE HE'LL CHILL A LITTLE NOW. at any rate, he shifts the gear of the car into drive and starts propelling it forward, maneuvering around the other fancy ones parked around them]
So. . . Bandit King.
[a thoughtful tilt of his head]
Is that your name, or just a title?
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[Rude!! Doesn't he know how bandit hierarchy works? But, he is trapped in a giant moving metal box, and frankly he does not want to figure it out on his own right now. Judging by all the other cars around, they're clearly not alone in this scenario. It'd be a huge pain in the ass to cause more friction now, and also...well, he can use Akira as a meat shield or hostage later if need be. Win/win!!]
You've got the pleasure of escortin' Aza Chobe, the infamous Bandit King. So if ya wanna use it as a name, I won't stop ya. Murder, arson, battery--ya name it, I've done it. So ya better stay on my good side, yeah?
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[true to his earlier word, Akira is a pretty damn good driver. all that practice with the Monabus!! of course, the more he weaves from parking lane to parking lane, the bigger this entire garage seems. is there an end in sight?? and it's no fun to slowly cruise from aisle to aisle. if one is stealing a car, there needs to be a high speed chase!!]
[problems for later Akira, who is-- at the moment-- more curious about the Bandit King. Aza Chobe, is it. . . huh]
You can call me. . . Joker.
[he gives the code name, if only because it's hard not to have one's guard up against someone who a) threatened him with a pointy object and b) brags about murder]
I can't say my rap sheet is as. . . [a beat. it's not "impressive," really] . . . expansive as yours.
[a cheeky smile]
I specialize in stealing hearts.
[and no, he is not going to explain himself]
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So yer a whore? Well, it's hard out there for some folks. Least ya got a pretty face for it. Lame ass name, though. Who the hell wants to sleep with a clown?
[He's a bandit but he's all for equal opportunity sluts. Get it, Joker.]
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[HE REGRETS BEING CHEEKY ALL OF A SUDDEN]
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No! That's not-- way to ruin a guy's attempt at sounding cool!
[he is also pro-equal opportunity sluts and sex work, but HE ALSO CAN'T HELP THE WAY HIS FACE TURNS BEET RED AT THE IDEA. he was trying to be enigmatic! mysterious!!! WHY YOU GOTTA BE LIKE THIS, BANDIT KING]
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That was an attempt? Well shit, you suck at it. I thought ya were useful enough gettin' this box moving, you ain't gotta lie like a dumbass brat.
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[he slumps a bit in his seat, heat still radiating from his cheeks as scarlet creeps up to the tips of his ears. don't mind his sulky glowering; don't worry, it won't affect his driving]
I wasn't lying.
[GOD]
Maybe I should've said I steal desires? Distorted thoughts? Man, I wasn't going to explain it, but I guess I have to now. . .
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And damn, Akira's red. Hell maybe he's too late and Akira's already been sold off. Damn yeah, that's gotta be it. Joker's new to this life and still hasn't learned to throw away shame. Sucks for him. . .!
Anyway better explain before Chobe makes up a more elaborate story in his head.]
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It's both a literal and a metaphorical thing.
[wheeeee they're taking yet ANOTHER turn around a parking lane in this gigantically huge garage. driving around like this is getting kind of boring]
Imagine a world created only from the cognition of humans. A world molded by people's thoughts, emotions, wants and desires. [a beat] And not just the salacious ones.
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Right, so, magic bullshit?
[Nailed it.]
I'll believe it when I see it. Right now my desire is to get out of this fucking cavern! Can ya steal a way out? Or at least some different scenery?
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Yeup. Magic bullshit.
[lightly amused as he repeats that phrase]
And I'm trying, but this place goes on forever. Maybe I should try crashing through a wall. . .?
[it's a dream they won't die!]
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Maybe ya should. Or are ya scared?
You are just a pipsqueak, after all.
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[because Akira glances over at him, gaze narrowed]
[and then revs the engine threateningly a few times]
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What's that supposed t'mean? C'mon, put yer money where yer mouth is!
Or are you called Joker cuz you're a fucking joke?
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Hang onto your ass, Bandit King.
[VROOM VROOM, he's revving that engine some more, before he turns his gaze onto the path ahead of him. he has a clear shot of the garage wall, framed by a few more fancy cars. target: locked]
I can't be held responsible for what happens next--!
[AND THEN HE FLOORS IT. PEDAL TO THE METAL!!!]
[the vehicle lurches forward, rocketing across the garage like a bullet, headed right for the wall]
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[the impact will jostle Akira and Chobe around quite a bit (MIND THE SEATBELT AND HOW IT DIGS INTO ONE'S SKIN UPON SUDDEN DECELERATION). a sharp hiss now fills the air as the poor radiator leaks all over the steaming hot engine. Akira. . . well]
[he wheezes a bit from his position bent over the steering wheel before he sits up, hair tousled and robe hanging slightly off his shoulder]
. . . holy shit.
[IT DIDN'T WORK]
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