npc contact.1
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I do! I can bring the disk to school and we can play!
[ Not multiplayer unfortunately, but he can always use a commander in chief. The game club, though... ugh he wants to join the game club, squirrel himself away in a corner and play. ]
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Im so happy I met another game player. Im so happy - ah... But I did come here to ask about something on the laptop. Do you think you can help me?
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[ He deflates a little, coming back to reality that is of course Nanami didn't come to play games, nobody ever approaches somebody else unless they need something from them. ]
What about it? Is it broken?
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Theres this program that wont open up, I don't know what it is though. Or what its about.
[ You know the stanky eye one. ]
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But when he turns his attention back to the icon on the screen, his eyes light up with recognition, and he leans away from the laptop to nudge Rokkun's shoulder with his knee, ]
Hey, you can get home on your own today, can't you? I want to look into this and it might take a while.
[ Mostly bc I do not want to write two characters in one tag, goodbye Rokkun, Akira's already closing the laptop lid so he can carry it more comfortably under his arm, motioning for Nanami to follow him. ]
I need to grab something from my locker. Will you come with me, Nanami-san?
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[ Akira moves, and her eyes move over toward Rokkun. Giving him the same tm empty expression, but a small soft smile. She will follow Akira now though, and make talk about games as they go to his locker. All the fun games, all the excitement. She out here vibing with a gamer. Are they walking?!?! Hopefully. ]
I don't think I got your name.
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It's... it's Akira Fujioka.
[ Someday he'll be able to do this without feeling like some personal failing. But never mind this- he turns his attention back to his locker, eager to turn the conversation away from himself and towards him being useful instead, opening his locker and crouching down to sort through quite a number of Spacemaker pencil boxes until he finds what he's looking for: a plain black floppy disk in its case because it's 1999 and this is what he has to work with.
Right in front of his locker, he goes ahead and sits down with his back to it, gesturing at Nanami to take a seat next to him as he sets the laptop in his lap and opens the lid again. ]
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Plop, she sits down. ]
You didn't ask, but my name is Nanami Chiaki I am from 2-B, and I really like games.
[ She avoids the ultimate gamer title, because she learned from talking to the other npcs in the school. That the title didnt matter, almost as if ultimates didnt exist.
Anyway she looks at him expectantly. But also very patient - is it gunna take a while? Should she play with her own game for a bit? Does he wanna talk about games again, shes waiting. ]
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...It's nice to meet [ meet? ] you, Nanami-san.
[ He wipes his hands on the sides of his pants and lets his slouch worsen a little before setting them back on the keyboard. With the floppy disk inside, he shifts his thumb on the touchpad and clicks on the icon of the eyes— the screen flickers for a second.
Then goes black.
Then flickers back to life and the webcam's been turned on, Akira hastily turning the camera away from him so that it shows the top of Nanami's head instead. ]
S- say something... [ he whispers, barely audible. ]
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Hello, my name is Nanami Chiaki I am from class 2-B, and I really like games.
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There's a faint hissing sound coming from the laptop, like white noise. ]
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I'm not gunna get hurt am I?
[ Was the question to him or to the laptop? Both probably. ]
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A chat window pops up on the bottom left corner of the screen that still reflects Nanami's face: ]
i c u
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[ Nanami asks quaintly, simple enough. Her eyes look over to Akira, wondering if he is okay. ]
We can stop if it makes you uncomfortable?
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is HE here
ME WIHT MY v3 FEELINGS NOT PERJURY
Nanami cants her head, questionably. What she doesn't know cant be a lie, so she looks back into the camera and speaks honestly. ]
Can I know who you are? Are you okay?
[ Nanami is extremely confused here. Needing more information were the basis of anyone's ordeal in a situation like this. However for her, sher felt it more innate that information were needed. Akira gave her the appearance of one seeking avoidance. Whilst the computer sought and searched for someone - perhaps him?
She had thoughts and assumptions: 1. Was he this laptops creator? 2. How did she even get her hands on it? 3. Was the being on the laptop, conscious of what was going on?
Nanami held concern for it, genuine concern.]
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i am OK
i am
i am
i am
[ Akira isn't even trying to see the screen through the reflection in Nanami's eyes. He does not look at her. ]
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[ A long thought process proceeds in her mind, and she adjusts a bit uncomfortably. Her eyes look rather harshly at Akira, trying to discern what is going on in his face. ]
I dont understand what is going on.
[ She says frankly to both of them, a sharpness to her words. ]
I just want to understand, what is happening - do you know?
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kno
know
[ He's still not looking at her, but he can't pretend he's not being spoken directly to when she does, risking a quick glance her way before staring somewhere above her right shoulder instead. ]
It's, um. S-she's... uh... a student. Was a student. A portion of her soul.
[ or something like that ]
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[ If Nanami were capable of processing discomfort, or irony and how it can lead to discomfort. Configure the thought that, it was strange her of all people retained the laptop with a student or friend whom the other seemed acquainted with. Why was this in her hands? Why did she have this program and why was Akira the only one apparently able to open it up for her?
The thoughts flutter in her head over and over again, and she is unable to discern any answer from it. Her memories are gone from the life she lived in this school, and Akira is just a nervous person. Possibly just as uncertain to the situation as herself. ]
What do we do then? If she's inside of this computer, it looks as if she is unaware of it and in the middle of learning her processing. [ Nanami states as if she knows, or completely understands how it will feel like. ] Are you her creator, because you knew how to turn this on suddenly?
[ Looking down at the computer, Nanami types. ]
Can you see this?
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...We don't do anything.
[ He whispers his words, like he's afraid of being overheard, like he's guilty and he is and he looks sick and pale for it. ]
I did this. She was afraid of disappearing, so she asked me... if I could bind a part of her here.
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[ Nanami types rather quickly, her eyes looking over toward how Akira looked. He seemed really down, and upset over the matter. It seemed the mystery of the laptop slowly were being revealed little by little. ]
If my father was here, he would be able to help more. [ She says softly, her own understanding of programing were low. At best, she could construct her own game if she put the time and energy into it.] Why do you seem upset about it? If that was what she wanted, then why you do look ashamed?
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thing
i EXIST
i am
[ If Akira could read the words on the screen, he wouldn't say anything at all, letting them speak for themselves and why he hates the situation being what it is, even if he was asked to do it, even if he was successful at it. ]
It's what she asked, but— but it's not what she wanted!
[ He looks up suddenly, pleading, red in the face for blurting out of nowhere but he doesn't stop. ]
She wanted to live! She wanted to stay here, to play with everyone, to go to school and... and to learn, and to... to live. She wanted to live, Nanami-san... This isn't living.
[ It's a soul bound to a laptop. Who can only see through a camera, hear through a microphone, converse through text. The soul will never experience warmth, or touch, or emotion, or anything, and he did this to her. ]
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