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( open post | active ) your turn to die: rio ranger
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difficulty: 10; roll: 17
Ranger isn't human, though, but the result of human achievements. Rio Ranger, also known as "Rio Laizer" outside of the Death Game, an doll that which possessed both all of the amazing learning abilities and knowledge of an AI and the heart that made up as a human. His heart wasn't torn out as it had been in other worlds, but the atmosphere of the oppressive world he lives in seems to have led him to kill that heart as readily as those around him. He's as stoic as Gashu Satou, as efficient and ruthless as Sue Miley, and as sickeningly dedicated to acquiring and utilizing new information as Tia Safalin - all while hiding behind the opposite mask as her.
ASUNARO's greatest achievement, who can handle all those tasks that humans can't, has the qualifications to give an easy shrug in answer. ]
Sure. I don't have any clear chips for you, so I guess that'll have to do.
[ He gestures for Servant to follow as he steps inside, and once he does he'll find that they've stepped into a small room that's barely bigger than a walk-in closet. There's nothing there but a single door. There must be sensors in the room, because it's only once both of them are in that the lock on the door clicks and the door creaks open. ]
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( that hearty chuckle is humored not by his role, but by the conversation of obtaining clear chips from a game. he understands how this works, a certain amount needed to proceed to the next part of the game. he doesn't think they fit as a proper motive, but children will fight for toys that they like, and others will break fingers just so that they can get their paws on them. ah, he heard there was a little, furry child within the ragtag group that they have.
he takes a step into the room, his chains clacking together as the door clicks, and seconds later he watches as the door creaks open. had he been the seventeen year old from before, he would have walked forward without waiting, but he isn't like that anymore, and so he waits for his floormaster to walk in first. )
But I understand humanity isn't what drives you, it's all data that's been implemented, what's been removed, so you think everything is willed by you. Ah... Your creators, rather, are so kind to me.
( quite the chatter box, making comments, and talking about whatever comes up on his mind just because he has no filter. he doesn't truly care what gets under his floormaster's skin or not, when he's already been granted his cooperation in removing the shackles if he does good enough. )
Well then, should we begin walking? ( he holds out his mitten hand to show the direction that he should go. )
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[ Gashu was too unemotional, and Safalin was too emotional, and so Miley was just right to tell a person to tell a person not to undermine their hard work. The comment does get under his skin, and there's certain a little twitch, but nothing can be seen behind the ice cream cone he holds in his hand. It's hard to be too offended by a freak like this. His thoughts and views were duly noted and stored away in his database for future use and nothing more.
Ranger steps inside and the next room lights up. It's a dark room with just a few dim lightbulbs and the a large table in the center illuminating it. The table itself appears to be a screen, which appears to be intended to resemble a card mat, and there's three slots for cards in front of each player area, along with three hearts that indicate health. The opposite side has a similar set up, but there's a long orange health bar. There's also a tablet affixed on each side; it appears to be connected to the device, but it can be taken off and moved just enough to hold it comfortably if a person wants. The screen is blank. Finally, there appears to be something that resembles a gun, or maybe a canon, attached to the ceiling. It's a fairly elaborate set up, but nothing out of the ordinary for ASUNARO.
He lifts a hand toward the player side as he makes his way over to the side intended for the game master, and there's a series of rapid touches as he goes through the tedious process of unlocking it and adjusting various settings. After he's done so, the table on Servant's side will light up with the words TOUCH TO START appearing in blinking white letters.
Touching the screen will bring up a set of rules describing it as "A card game where you battle opponents by selecting three cards at a time." It also covers the four cards - CHARGE to build up power (max 3,) BLAST (uses one charge,) BLOCK (blocks the opponent's attack,) and SPECIAL (a more powerful version of blast; uses all charge.) There's a button at the bottom of this that he can press once he's ready to start the game proper. ]
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( he teases, but having such a smug attitude will do nothing for him as he looks over the rules, learning how to play the specific game. so his floormaster will be his opponent, and all servant has to do is win against him? sounds easy enough, and so he has to choose three cards? it's without any hesitation he reaches over to start the mechanism, waiting for everything to light up as he glances down at the cards before him.
how would he go about destroying his beloved floormaster's health? should be be quick about it, or do the other take his time to build up an onslaught of attacks? he's taking his time however, not clicking a card as he looks over to where the other is, watching to see what they'll do — he can't tell what cards he has, but he'll learn if his master is slow about it, or quick himself so he knows how to pace himself.
servant really isn't ever in rush, but there is something about this that makes him curious, and so with a chirp of his voice. )
Now, now... Master, you never told me what you wanted if you won. A kiss? ( his eyes glance at the male's lips from afar. before looking back at his own cards to make a decision on what to click first. ) My body? You did call this a date, and I can fulfill any request. I am your lowly servant, after all.
( everything that comes from his mouth is suggestive, but there's a playful tone settled in it as well that shows he means no harm, and he doesn't have to mean anything he just said if the other doesn't want it. it's him searching for a nice bet between them, and he leaves it open for him to choose, unless their robots are typically the kind that want to indulge in the ways humans have fun to the point he'll take up such a risqué offer. )
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For this round, his cards are CHARGE, BEAM, CHARGE. It's a simple, straightforward move to start, but his hand hovers in the air as he starts to pull it away and hears those words. It had been offered as a reward rather than a wager, and that made it easy to pull out of. Besides those offers are... The floormaster looks to the side, a touch embarrassed by the suggestion, before shrugging. ]
Sure, sure, I'll take a kiss. We're having a great time at an theme park today, got the hotel room and everything.
[ His tone starts off as sardonic before falling flat by the end, finishing with a soft exhale. These games are meant to be won, so it doesn't matter much what he commits to. If the difficulty was too high, they would continue onto another set until it was perfected - it would become two out of three, and so on and so forth. So it is that he keeps his gaze on the table now, waiting to see how this round will go. ]
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( nosy enough, he watches how fast he clicks them, and there must not be much thought in his actions or he's used to this. the servant doesn't mind, and he finds himself playfully touching three cards back to back with his gloved hand as he looks down, the chains rattling against one another. whether he's excited because of the option or just doesn't care is hard to figure out, but he is unbothered by the choice.
CHARGE, CHARGE, CHARGE.
if he understands the game correctly, he needs three for a special, but it's not that he wants to do that too early in, he just doesn't care much about winning or losing. he's always been chained up, so this is nothing new to him, he's still able to do anything he needs with such restrictions like this, but that means having his hands and his legs mean little to the fact he still has both his words and his brain. )
A hotel room, I see. What is it, Master? You want me to lay you down against the bed, and kiss you from your neck down... or were you thinking of on the lips?
( he's asking for him to be specific, such an open ended request could end in a smooth of his palm, or a kiss blown to him. either way, his cards have been chosen, they're face down, and he waits to see if his master's cards appear on the screen or somewhere out before him.
the servant is learning. )
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There's a brief, faint frown as he notes the results. It's not a concerning outcome, exactly, but it can't be called a good round either. ]
That what you do on the first break? Sheesh, show a little class over there.
[ He's pretty sure that a kiss doesn't mean kissing one's way down either, and the idea alone is almost enough to make him squirm. But in truth, he hadn't thought that far ahead. It's not something he has reason to think about in general, not with the servant being the first new face he's seen in three years, and much less when the sole purpose was to offer a fun little wager. He hums thoughtfully, though given the way he's staring at the screen it's difficult to say which it is that he's focusing his attention on. Should he modify it? In the end, Ranger decides to stick to the plan and punches in the next set:
CHARGE, BEAM, BEAM. ]
Surprise me.
[ It's a shame that it's him having this conversation and not Hiyori, really. Unlike the Floormasters that ran the third floor, the one in charge of the fourth and fifth thrived in social situations. Hiyori, he thinks, would enjoy these banters and wagers, cheerfully coming up with ideas and specifics to be followed. Who knows, maybe the creep would enjoy being called master... Too bad the guy was both too busy with his own floor and not inclined enough to help others for them to find out. ]
You haven't met the guy upstairs yet, have you? I bet you two would get along.
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( he sounds out the name as if he's trying to remember the people that have taken part in this little game, and he even looks up at the ceiling like he knows someone ominous is above them. if he was to meet someone like that, surely the ultimate despair would be pleased, another knight to the chessboard for her to control, and as their queen, she would use him until he was in irreversible despair, that he would kill himself with no happiness, with no love, no anything. just pain, hatred, and insanity all mixed into one. )
I'm sorry, I'm not interested in him, though. The only person that has my eyes is you, Master.
( he doesn't mind correcting his master when it comes to this, and he can't stand the idea of being thrown away to someone who hasn't caught his eye. when he closes his eyes, lifting both hands to chuckle (fake), like he's taken aback by the concept, )
You and the Vice Floormaster are who I'm curious about, and once that hunger has been satiated, then I can move along if you so choose.
( that gives the other a chance to decide servant's fate, but why would he keep him around?
BLOCK, BLOCK, BLOCK.
he really likes to playfully click on these, doesn't he? he'll search to make sure there's no clock that counts down on the game, once he's sure there's not. a gloved hand will come to his chest, covering over his heart, and he can feel his heart beat slowly. he's still alive no matter how slow he plays this game with the floormaster. with a quick look at his health, something bad must happen if he loses, but his luck plays whenever it wants, and even if he does manage to fail this game... there's other attractions. )
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[ Sou Hiyori. The remaining Floormaster who shed his name to give it to a participant. He was the most difficult to work with, but his talent was undeniable, and his charisma and adaptability were unmatched. He would enjoy it because it was something he could stick his fingers all over and sink his teeth into, leaving claw marks and biting off bits of flesh. In ways, he was the most terrifying among them.
Ah, well, no matter. He supposes the servant will get to know all of them in due time. He doubts that the other Floormaster could stand to be left out of such an important case study... Well, that would be his problem.
He shakes himself out of those thoughts as he watches the results of the round. It's a perfect draw. Is this guy not taking the game seriously, or is he missing something? He can't deny the possibility that others would play the game in the same tedious manner, treating it as more of a joke than anything. If they did, Ranger thinks they deserve to be culled. That wouldn't be a problem for the servant, though, as they had no reason to decide his fate based on such things.
It's a nuisance, but there's no real consequences for losing. ]
Hmm, real shame about that. Lemme know when he comes bugging you anyway... But, well, can't say you have any reason to be interested in me, though. What you see is what you get.
[ Ranger would like to say that's true of Safalin as well, but he wouldn't insult anyone's intelligence like that. He plugs in the next set:
CHARGE, BEAM, CHARGE. ]
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( that's like a protection charm to some people, ward off those that know nothing about them in hopes to keep himself safe. he doesn't mind being on midori's radar, he finds that it'd be interesting, but any fascination the other could have about him is cast to the side.
though, perhaps the servant can come to love him too. he adores the normal and boring, the weakest hope gives courage to the other underdogs, which creates the brightest hope.
that's the only reason he'd let him be so close.
SPECIAL, BLOCK, CHARGE. )
You're not showing everything, Master. I'll undress you soon enough.
( suggestive, private, and he doesn't mind ruining the innocent where they stand. he's filled with despair whether he feels that or not, he has sick and twisted thoughts about what he can, and can't do.
if he won, he loses his shackles, but if his master won, he gains a kiss. he's not losing much out the deal. )
Just give me a little time, ahaha. ♡
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He watches as the health bar on his side goes down. The special attack leaves it at 2/5 full.
CHARGE, BEAM, BEAM.
It's a simple pattern that repeats itself ad infinitum, and one only needs to pay attention to realize that. If participants want to, they can even just block until it begins to repeat. It's a fair game, as all of them are.
The ice cream cone blocks the slight frown that appears beneath it, but the way his shoulders tense and he stares across the table might be more apparent. There's something about those words that makes his skin crawl. It's the questionable way it's worded, and it's the tone used, but even more than that it's what's hidden beneath both. It's the unsettling feeling of being seen by another person, the thought of somebody picking up on parts of himself that he's unaware of.
Come to think of it, mysteries where the servant is the culprit are common enough, aren't they? Because no one knows the layout of a place better than a person who takes care of it, and no one knows their masters better than a person who spends so much of their time watching and attending. It's because they're mere servants that they can do things that no other person could.
...
It's fine. He just has to take care not to let his guard down. ]
Hmm? What's that supposed to mean?
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what a funny little game, the same little cards brought together to make this game. he's not against it, rather, it's a fun, little repetitive set that he can follow without fail. even as the cards play out, and he loses another life, he can't help but laugh almost charmed by the prospect of losing his arms, and having to hand his kisses over to someone who couldn't think of a proper bet. it's at this point he doesn't believe there's anything he's losing, and he's able to work with chains considering the one wrapped around his neck.
these types are good for stimulating the body if one so chooses, and he can only wonder if his master's will do the same thing if he's allowed. he smiles in a nonchalant manner as he glances at their lives leftover, he wonders if he should concede by pressing anything just so they can get this over with. ah, he would, but then it seems like he's in a rush, and he doesn't need his master asking him what he's in such a hurry for again. )
It means I'll strip down every piece you wear, touch any part that you desire, use my fingers to find every sensitive spot that you hide to the world. You'll squirm, you'll kick, and maybe you'll whisper my title, but whatever you do, you'll beg for more.
( his gloved hand lifts, placing it over his heart. )
I promise, Master, you'll be too attached to want to let go... showing yourself to me, there's nothing wrong with being comfortable! Ehehe...
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Ranger was better at Safalin at hiding his emotions, and there seems to be precious little that bothers him, but the experience gap between him and the other Floormasters was undeniable. He mumbles something about "you two" being perfect for each other. He recovers quickly enough, hand lifting up and falling back as though the anxiety had never been there at all.
CHARGE, BEAM
He flips back to the open-mouthed grin card. ]
Huuuh? I don't need you touching any part of me. If you're that desperate, they got apps for that now, you know.
[ Ah, did he not hit the third one? There were three clicks, but he must not have applied enough pressure. He taps it again, using his index and middle finger this time. That seems to get it to register.
CHARGE. ]
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( wouldn't that be a waste of a servant that he has that'll listen to everything he says — well, only if it's worth his while. that's what's infuriating about servant, he doesn't have to pay anyone any mind, and he can say what comes to him in a way that he'll follow through. though shrouded in despair, it doesn't mean he doesn't get around due to how much he hates himself, and sometimes a little fun can take a bit of the stress away. )
Oh, I see... my fingers aren't different, but using my lips in the same place will bring the same results. For my tongue, however, whatever you want.
( for an ai that shouldn't make mistakes, that one was a biggie servant notices when the easy, quick picks aren't so quick anymore. it's the hiccup that catches his attention, and in kind, he clicks the cards that interest him the most.
SPECIAL, BLOCK, CHARGE.
in the same order as last time when he chose to use his special attack, perhaps servant is a one trick pony, or he's not taking this game seriously at all. the smile on his face says that he's having fun, a little giggle as he attempts to compose himself. he likes the animation when it comes to special, it feels like a power attack an protagonist would have for their finishing blow. )
On the subject of apps, is that downloaded into you as well, you seem acquainted.
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Regardless of the reason, using the same pattern works to the servant's favor. The special attack does three damage, which is enough to deplete the remainder of the health bar on the Floormaster's side. The game resets, with their respective health bars replenishing, but the test is done and he's not interested in going through each and every single pattern. They would probably want him to go through each one, but he's made the decision that this is good enough. ]
Tch... Something like that. I have the code for everything here. The others have the same familiarity, it's just that their memory isn't as good as mine.
[ Which is about the same as saying that he's their databank.
Ranger works on the tablet as he says this, and it's not long before the device table and the device on the servant's side both go dim. Then, a touch dramatically, he adds: ]
Congratulations~ ☆
[ Look at him, a lowly servant getting treated like an important participant. ]
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( it doesn't bother him at all as he taps the dim screen seeing that it's over. his fingers smooth along where the cards were before, wondering if it'll register by his touch again, but seeing as there's no response; he pulls away.
servant walks away from the podium where he stood, light steps that echo in the room as he stops in front of his master with hands held out. his hands hang lazily, one visible as the other hidden within the mitten to be kept warm. the glove matches his attire, and so with the other being missing may not be as unusual, or maybe it is.
a shake of the chains around his arms. )
A personal databank of what ASUNARO has to offer.
( it comes easy to understand, nothing more than a disposable unit that'll lose all use once a higher model is created. by being a floormaster, there's something important to be noted considering not just anyone is placed in this position. having his master on the front lines gives him easier access to information, and that is a smart move on their part.
a small clear of his throat. )
Is there anyone else that takes your role when the storage is too full...~?
( ... )
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[ There's a series of quick taps as the servant approaches, but that might just be a result on him deciding on something at the last minute. It's done by the time he stands before him, chains out, and Ranger stares for a long moment as he considers the rest. It's not wrong, but it's not right either.
He doesn't immediately remove the chains, instead placing his free hand in the crook of his opposite elbow as he pretends to give deep consideration to that question. ]
If this were a test, I'd give you a failing grade. Why don't you try using your head for more than just decoration?
[ It was a piece of it, and why wouldn't it be? But that's exactly why he had framed it as such, because the rest was something that others should be able to grasp without it being hand-fed. Perhaps it's a bit unfair when the servant hasn't seen many of the other dolls present, nor is he privy to the inner workings on the place, but the Floormaster hardly cares for details like that. It's something that a person can figure out for themselves.
Rio Ranger was the work of three prodigies, their dreams of creating a complete human realized. He had all the talent and skills needed, and more were being installed over time - but due to the state of the world, that had been less of a priority over time. It was a doll that possessed all of the benefits of an AI while also possessing a human heart. Even the decision to leave his ability to handle social situations was deliberate - so that he could grow from that baseline personality they'd given, so he could form "himself" as any person would. It was a task that couldn't be replicated.
Of course, if he wasn't able to prove himself, he would be disposed of just as readily as any other human would be... But that they placed him in the position of Floormaster, to act as one of the guides in their 30 year project, was testament to the faith placed in him.
Less than a human, but more than a doll, and something else that has no place being slotted in either role. ]
Those limitations were already thought of and accounted for.
[ He'll finally put the face cards away, and without them it really is impossible to distinguish him from a human - albeit one that was genetically gifted. His expressions are subdued, but visible, and those eyes are more lively than those of the other Floormasters. Ranger frowns, rolling his eyes as he reminds himself that a deal's a deal, and undoes the shackles as promised. ]
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he'll pay attention to every little detail now. )
Yes, yes... When it comes to my Master, I'll understand everything about who you are.
( to use you for his queen's needs.
that isn't anything he tacks on, instead he stands silent with a knowing smile that suggests the idea, but to outsiders, it appears to be a trusting smile from someone who would do no wrong. given servant's background, that may suggest there's a lie being seen here, and because of that, he works in a way to avoid being found.
there's a short laugh, he notices that the other didn't catch on to his innuendo that was shamelessly spoken, especially when it comes to his storage being too full. his gloved hand raises to stifle a bit of his laughter, and he nods in agreement. whatever it that makes his master happy, then so be it. )
Now that you've taken away my restraints, I can use my hands in any means.
( jack of all trades, rather, when he looked over the system, he got a basic gist of what he was dealing with. nothing too tedious, a few wires, and give it some time he could make actual beams of light attack a player. makes the game dangerous, ever so risky, he looks off to the west where he guesses the ultimate mechanic would be. after all, every robotic creature that roams and ravages the land belongs to him. how much interest would he take in making the game come to life, ah... he's a little disheartened that asunaro hasn't already done so. )
Is there anything else you want to tell me about yourself as we move to the second game. ~
( maybe he'll stop teasing, it is easy to spot a virgin when he sees one. he's almost bored already, but he believes in his master to entertain him. )
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It's because he covers it up so readily that Ranger narrows his eyes, but he shakes his head. He's quite literal, having grown up around those who were equally direct, and so he's always going to return in kind. Even so, he's perhaps revealing a little too much here. This isn't a participant, and so there's no need for him to understand anything about the company nor their projects nor their mission.
He stares for a long moment before he takes his cards back up in his free hand and holds the ice cream cone in front of his face. It changes his entire appearance once more, hiding essential features needed to properly read a human. Not the least bit concerned about whether he's any more or less entertaining than their attractions because he spins on his heel and starts walking without another word. That's an answer in and of itself, really.
Which one next...? He doesn't really want to take him through the Memory Dance attraction. That one was problematic if it was malfunctioning, as it was run by a simpler doll, and was so inclined as to kill both players. He'd rather not put himself in that position with present company. Hide and Seek was an option, but he'd rather not be standing there with his back turned.
They'd already had their wager, so he supposes something cooperative should be fine. They could use the place as intended, as a nice little bonding experience.
Back into the ruined corridor and toward the lobby they go. ]
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quiet, that's what the world has become while he follows his master. he seems so willing to chat before, and now he's given servant the cold shoulder. that isn't the best move the floormaster could make, and if servant wanted, he could cause a few problems for the other's cooperation.
he takes a step closer to them, walking side by side as he stares down at the other. what information does he know about him? an exquisite model crafted by asunaro, has all the liveliness of being something like a human — servant noticed it during their brief game, but sadly he's innocent. he can't admire the sneaky little things he says, but he can stumble without the blush.
he thought like all ais or robots, he'd have simple coding, making him no different from the rest, but asunaro trusts him with so much. it makes him seem important, valued, a piece that don't want to get rid of.
servant doesn't want to lose him either. him, or the small chip in his head.
his left arm throbs, a tight sensation that burns from his shoulder to the inner elbow. a pulsing reminder that he's done good, it stings, and he chuckles dryly as to acknowledge the plan.
please, he loves her too much to let her down. he hates her too much to not be the one to see her plan fall to ruin.
he'll use his master accordingly. )
I'm lonely, why aren't you speaking, Master? ♡
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Though he's fallen silent, Ranger does glance to the side every now and again. The doll is searching for something, but he's not quite sure what it is yet. They had data on this individual and the surrounding circumstances, more than enough to start to piece together a picture, but there's this prickling feeling in the back of his mind that tells him that something is missing. Perhaps it's because he's an AI that he's more sensitive to it than most, or perhaps it's that desire for such perfection that leads him to over-analyze.
He doesn't think so, and he would likely have just ended things straightaway, but ASUNARO was ever an innovative company. He doesn't doubt their success, and so he settles for rolling over every tiny reaction and word that he's been given so far in an effort to find an answer.
They all acknowledged that he was dangerous, and that's why he's here.
That prickling sensation is beginning to whisper to him that he's out of his depth, and Ranger wonders if he can shove this guy off to the fourth floor. ]
...?
[ Ranger blinks in response to the question. He'd been paying attention well enough, but he was used to silence, and so it doesn't bother him. ]
Whatchya want me to say?
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...
( servant now undergoes the position of being silent, looking off to the side to act as if he's never asked a question, but that was to gain a reaction. if he continues poking into his master, the next time he might not be so inclined to answer, and then everything would be lost. there's that pinch from his other arm, and he lifts his other hand, pinching the top part of his body so he can turn his shoulder to get out the kinks.
he knows, he knows. despair never has any patience, hence why hope wins out when knowing to attack.
once he finishes doing that, servant drops his arms back down beside himself, and the only chains he has left happen to be the one around his ankles. )
Same rules apply, if I win, you'll remove the shackles from my legs, and if you win, your kiss can remain.
( there's no need to change, and rio can recall that this repetitive behavior is how he won the first time. he only needs it done one more time, and then — his gaze follows up, staring in a certain location where he believes a camera to be, he'll squint, and then smile right after as he turns back to look at his master. )
Are you fine with those conditions?
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There's that slight sensation again, as though someone were slowly sliding a piece of sandpaper across his skin. The Floormasters are indirect and deceptive, they push and antagonize, and they're always looking for something that can be used to force their participants into uncomfortable situations. That was how the game was played. It allowed them to gain information, to find what was missed, and to keep them from gaining enough of a footing to act in any significant matter. As such, Ranger is sensitive to small things.
Is he overthinking it? Maybe, but there's something that he doesn't like about the request being made a second time. He's authorized to do so, and he may remove those shackles at will, and yet the Floormaster doesn't want to find himself a frog in a pot, the temperature being slowly raised until he's boiled alive. He glances at the servant, carefully looking him over as he considers the wager. ]
... And just what to do you plan on doing once those shackles are removed?
[ He watches a little more carefully now, waiting to see what lie will spill past his lips, or otherwise what sort of antagonism might be used.
If he's wrong, he's wrong. But there's little reason for him to agree to preform the same trick twice when he's satisfied with his loss.
Intelligent, perceptive, pragmatic, naive, innocent, sheltered - Rio Ranger somehow manages to be all of those things at once. ]
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( he'll shake his legs so that it places emphasis on the chains rattling together, and he makes sure to do it just long enough so that it becomes annoying. will his offer be rejected from his response? he doesn't care if it is, but he's just pointing out that such a strict and worthy company shouldn't need to shackle down their guests, and should be able to get rid of him easily without the extra effort. it is a shame that such a servant like him causes so much terror that they had to shackle not only his arms, but his feet as well. )
That answer should be reasonable enough, I've always asked Santa for the same thing every year! A wonderful, burning and passionate life filled with hope, crushing and breaking down the pathetic attempts of despair...!
( he lifts his hands in glee since they're no longer bound, by the side of his body with ease. the grey of his eyes begin to swirl and mix into black, a whirlpool of emotions located in his eyes that have some life compared to how dead, and impassive they seemed before. the eyes modification shows the lines inside spinning about, both hypnotizing and nauseating that servant laughs validated in his answer. the despair that runs through his icy cold veins feel hot as he forces his brain to accept the idea that this is for hope, and hope alone; and not the antagonizing heat that holds his left hand.
as they reach the lobby, he switches back to a more normal side of him. )
I'm hardly threatening.
lint and i had a long talk about ranger's original purpose for this kinda crying
[ It stands where most others have fallen, and those that remain are shadows of their former selves. ASUNARO, which had a symbiotic relationship with Hope's Peak at one time, and now supports the Future Foundation. He wonders how much this man knows about the company. He wonders if he knows about the criminal underbelly of the company, that they controlled the above world as well as the underground world. It's the result of consolidating the largest, most powerful syndicate groups under one figurehead via the original Death Game in an effort to stem the violence and losses by creating a cohesive unit. It was a terrifying company, one worthy of standing against the despair that covers the world.
What does he know about Rio Ranger? If he were to dig through the files and records, he would was the creation of three Ex-Ultimates - all of whom now carried pseudonyms. He might find that he carries more information than the servant could possibly imagine - the security, the internal workings, every important person and every event in history, far too much for a simple record keeper. It was information that would be passed along to a heir, and that's exactly what he was created to be. The true leader for ASUNARO, one that could be used in place of the brutal death game. He was created to inherit everything one day, but it was like raising a child - so much had been left for him to develop for himself.
Rio Laizer. Realizer. The intersecting goals of the three geniuses behind his creation and of those higher ups in ASUNARO, realized. He was the perfect blend of emotion and logic, with infinite capability, that could take on what humans couldn't. He truly worthy of being called the hope of one of the few remaining strongholds in the world. But to look at him, one wouldn't guess it, as he himself seems to have no concept of his own importance, instead taking every order and role in stride.
But he'd only need to do a little digging for those records, the ones that even the doll before him as locked out of... But perhaps the servant would have more luck without shackles to bind him? Or perhaps it wouldn't be of any interest when he could already discern him to carry a wealth of information.
What do they know about the servant they'd taken in? Enough, and not enough. His history, but now with large gaps in it. His mistress, but not yet the best way to cure the sickness that she spread. The worst of all was his talent, which none could truly predict or account for, and it's that which makes Ranger hold his verdict. He takes in this look and manages to bite back a remark on how funny it is to hear coming from him about hope. Between that and the annoying chain rattle, it's tempting to dismiss him out of hand, but... ]
Hope overcoming despair, hm...
[ But he's still learning, stumbling through the world as any individual in their early 20s might be, and he was still naive enough that his interest outweighs his analysis. That was why he needed a partner to watch over him. ]
Yeah, sure, fine. I'll accept those conditions.
[ Ranger looks to the servant once more, another thoughtful sound escaping him as they pass through the lobby and into the monitor room. ]
Re: lint and i had a long talk about ranger's original purpose for this kinda crying