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( open post | active ) your turn to die: rio ranger
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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
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