Entry tags:
- !event,
- attack on titan: armin arlert,
- black butler: ciel phantomhive,
- danganronpa v3: kaito momota,
- day 0: night,
- ensemble stars!!: izumi sena,
- ensemble stars!!: leo tsukinaga,
- fatal frame iv: ruka minazuki,
- fate/: bb,
- fate/: charlemagne,
- fate/: merlin,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- fe3h: sylvain jose gautier,
- ffix: kuja,
- ffxiv: tsubaki aoganei,
- metallic rouge: alice & ace machias,
- original: calia,
- original: nao mizushita,
- persona 3: minato arisato,
- persona 3: shinjiro aragaki,
- persona 3: yukari takeba,
- persona 5 royal: akechi goro,
- persona 5 royal: akira kurusu,
- persona 5 royal: takuto maruki,
- shadows house: kate,
- slay the princess: the princess,
- soul hackers 2: shunya iijima (original),
- tales of the rays: baldr misteltein
[DAY 0] TDM.
Error in final launch sequence:
Failed to execute MI command:
target remote localhost: 01633
Error message from debugger back end:
Cannot access memory at address 𝟹͚̽𝚡̰̍̂𝟸̠̯̘ͭͧ𝚌̭͉̺͖ͥ𝟿̳̰̒̇ͅ𝟷̦ͣ̉͌̅𝚋͓͎̈̒̀𝟻ͭ̌͂𝟷ͩ̓𝟾̦
Failed to execute MI command:
target remote localhost: 01633
Error message from debugger back end:
Cannot access memory at address 𝟹̖͇͕̃𝚡͉̹̯͇̻̉̓̂𝟸͚̹͈͓̩͚̲̼͒̾𝚌̱̠͙̝̪͇̈̌̂̃̄ͭ𝟿̱̜̪͓̳̹ͤ̊̈́ͦͥ̑𝟷͖̱̝̀̒̇̂̄̈́̓̇ͅ𝚋̥̯͉̹͛͛̊ͤͦͩ𝟻̬̮̈́̋ͯ͛̉̐𝟷̋ͩ̔̔𝟾̼
Waiting for debugger connection...
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Debugger connection lost.
Shutting down...
Rebooting
Download in Progress:
File download complete
Time elapsed during download operation: 00:12:33.131
Rebooting
Launching Demon Summoning Program. . .
Failed to execute MI command:
target remote localhost: 01633
Error message from debugger back end:
Cannot access memory at address 𝟹͚̽𝚡̰̍̂𝟸̠̯̘ͭͧ𝚌̭͉̺͖ͥ𝟿̳̰̒̇ͅ𝟷̦ͣ̉͌̅𝚋͓͎̈̒̀𝟻ͭ̌͂𝟷ͩ̓𝟾̦
Failed to execute MI command:
target remote localhost: 01633
Error message from debugger back end:
Cannot access memory at address 𝟹̖͇͕̃𝚡͉̹̯͇̻̉̓̂𝟸͚̹͈͓̩͚̲̼͒̾𝚌̱̠͙̝̪͇̈̌̂̃̄ͭ𝟿̱̜̪͓̳̹ͤ̊̈́ͦͥ̑𝟷͖̱̝̀̒̇̂̄̈́̓̇ͅ𝚋̥̯͉̹͛͛̊ͤͦͩ𝟻̬̮̈́̋ͯ͛̉̐𝟷̋ͩ̔̔𝟾̼
Waiting for debugger connection...
Debugger connected
Debugger connection lost.
Waiting for debugger connection...
Debugger connected
Target is not responding, retrying...
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Debugger connection lost.
Shutting down...
Rebooting
Download in Progress:
File download complete
Time elapsed during download operation: 00:12:33.131
Rebooting
Launching Demon Summoning Program. . .
You open your eyes to the end of the world, but you do not see it.
Instead what rouses you is screaming and crying, blood and tears: all around you are signs of life. Inside the overturned train, people begin to awaken, sprawled on the ground as if thrown violently from their seats, broken bones and bleeding wounds struggling to rise from the carpet of shattered glass from the windows at their feet. Emerging from the wreck, characters will find themselves at the edge of a dense forest, a towering stone wall at their backs. Bright eyes peer out from the shadows of the foliage, more and more blinking into view like stars in a darkening sky, but despite being drawn to the scent of blood that hangs heavy in the air, nothing steps out of the forest. Not yet.
None of the passengers can recall what happened, what they were doing on a train, where it was going- there's more they can't remember, but overshadowing the gaps of memory are things they have gained in return. A familiar item that is not theirs. A gemstone that feels lighter than it appears, as if hollow inside. And a device that wraps around their wrist (or rests on their head, or hangs around their neck, or however it presents itself to each character) that starts up on its own the moment the character turns their attention to it, as if waiting. Each character's COMP has a "navigator" selected at default, either "A☆L☆A" in bright neon orange, or "K5" in cool slate blue, although the presiding navigator can be freely switched between them.
Heya, boss! My name's Ala, your new navi!
You wanna know something really funny? Go ahead and touch the map on the corner of the screen to enlarge it. See all those little red dots? Those are demons out to kill you. Haha! You're surrounded!
You wanna know something really funny? Go ahead and touch the map on the corner of the screen to enlarge it. See all those little red dots? Those are demons out to kill you. Haha! You're surrounded!
Heya, boss! You can call me Keigo, your navigational AI.
If you touch the map on the corner of the screen, you can enlarge it and see the positions of all your allies. Looks like some of you are already heading out: see those little blue— oh. That one just disappeared. ... Try to stick together.
If you touch the map on the corner of the screen, you can enlarge it and see the positions of all your allies. Looks like some of you are already heading out: see those little blue— oh. That one just disappeared. ... Try to stick together.
Along with providing a map with enemy/ally positions, the navigators will walk characters through the demon interaction, recruitment, and summoning processes, with advice varying between the two navigators (click to expand)
Just beat 'em up and force 'em to join! They can't say no if they're dead!
Nobody is immune to bribery, not even demons. What do you even have, though...? No matter what, don't let them get that life stone.
More demons incoming! Ooh, you're screwed. You'd better run! Don't worry, I won't tell.
Let's hide here. We'll wait here until that demon passes, then move!
Look, a body! Are they still alive? Wonder what's in their pockets...?
It's already too late to help. But better them being demon food than you.
Or, you could stay. There is nothing forcing anybody to leave the relative safety of the train. Those who stay behind will find the conductor's cabin empty, save for a small black cat perched on the headrest of the driver's seat that peers out with bright golden eyes at those who enter. Otherwise, there are no signs of a fight or struggle inside the cabin. Elsewhere, there is unclaimed luggage in the overhead compartments with an abundance of clothing and blankets, although characters will not find any of their own clothing except what they're already wearing. The dining cart is still stocked with enough food and beverage to last each passenger at least two days— maybe longer, if people keep leaving/dying... But at the same time, maybe shorter, considering the pervasive hunger that gnaws at the pits of everybody's stomachs, an emptiness that yearns to be filled by something... more.
As minutes stretch into hours, it becomes painfully clear that nobody is coming to help. Everybody only has each other, this town, its inhabitants. The forest is dark and unforgiving, near impossible to navigate even with a map. Strange creatures jump out from the shadows, eyes bright, mouths salivating, hungry. Strong hands claw through the dirt underfoot to grab at people's feet, pulling themselves up, mouths wide open, hungry. Sharp talons swoop down from the skies above, snatching characters up into the air, crushing skulls and snapping spines. Hungry. The demons here seem delighted to see such a feast wandering right into their home; those who are stopped for attempted conversation express surprise that characters are able to see them, but ultimately the hunger wins, and hunger does not listen to reason.
Casualties are inevitable. Blood mist permeates the air, and follows even as characters break out of the forest and across town, all the way to the fraying end of the world. Out in the open, however, the sun rays beat down bright and harsh, and those hungry eyes shy away from the sunlight to remain in the shadows, inside husks of buildings and thickets of overgrown fields. Characters will be able to find refuge in the greenhouse and the church, and some of the standing houses are truly vacant (as opposed to "surprise! there's actually a demon inside!" vacant); the only eyes that follow you are those of photographs hung crooked on the walls, of familiar strangers and forgotten friends. Look, there's a picture of you too.
Other locations require more caution to explore:
The sound of crying can be heard from the upper stories of the school building, thin wails echoing up and down the deserted halls, and human-like shadows peer out from the broken, unboarded windows, as if watching. A barricade inside the front doors makes it difficult to enter from the main entrance, and with most of the windows boarded up, the hallways inside remain dark even during the day. The smell of rot is prominent, heavy and cloying, especially in the auditorium-become-mausoleum that is littered with crushed bones, thin and brittle, every last scrap of flesh already nibbled away. A flock of demons crowd around outside principal's office, where a blizzard blows through the entire hallway, rendering visibility near zero and temperatures below that.
The hospital is also deathly cold, breath visible in puffs of mist that sometimes form into screaming faces, and when all is still and quiet, you look up and see yourself. Shadows form into mirror images of the characters who enter the hospital, silently approaching others and attacking once the person's guard is down. If a demon borrowing your face isn't bad enough, Phantoms go a step further and take the form of people who are close to your character: friends, family, foes. Exploring the hospital may or may not be worth the potential backstabbing, considering the fact that the supplies found are maybe not the most sterile, half the equipment is rusted or corroded, and a lot of the medicine is unlabeled tablets and capsules inside unlabeled bottles (essentially, take at your own risk). Moreover, hordes of all sorts of demon ghosts will bar characters' way down to the basement, gathering in massive numbers anytime somebody tries to descend. Electricity bounces around the top of the stairway down, while bright flames lick the bottom of the stairs; particularly unlucky characters may be hit with a confusion spell, liable to throw themselves headfirst down the stairs to be consumed by the waiting demons below.
Hauntingly beautiful music can be heard from within the concert hall, and listening to their song puts you fast asleep— possibly in the middle of the street if you're not careful— while those who manage to make it past the front doors are immediately frozen in a hunk of ice or electrocuted to a crisp before being kicked to the curb. The concert hall appears to be actively guarded, and it's clear that strangers are Not Welcome. Even the other demons keep clear of this building, drawn to the music but lingering far enough to not be overwhelmed. Characters may have an easier time of initiating conversations with demons from around town or inside the houses nearby the concert hall.
The crackle of electricity can be heard from inside the power plant's upper stories despite the blackout, and the entire building shakes from time to time, as if caught in a thunderstorm, or an earthquake. A slow drip... drip... drip... can be heard throughout the building, of amorphous demons clinging to the walls like mold and leaving puddles of caustic acid Everywhere. Anybody who enters the power plant's front entrance is met with a massive agglomerate of black Ooze that has expanded to fill the entire first floor from wall to wall, floor to ceiling, preventing anybody from going upstairs while it remains. Arms and legs poke out of the demon's body in places, desperately clawing and kicking, weaker, weaker. done.
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Welcome to Day 0! What better meet-and-greet is there than everybody being tossed into the fray to fight for their lives? ('': For convenience, here are the game info, locations, and demon compendium pages; please use these as reference for what more can be found in the setting.
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The characters' COMP will turn on only after they notice and focus on it. If they do NOT activate the COMP, they will not be able to see the demons or interact with them in any way other than being killed. Activating the COMP will allow characters to see demons and somewhat understand their language, with an added effect of allowing physical attacks to harm demons, and mitigating the damage taken from demons.
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For characters who app and are accepted, please report demon recruitment here. Characters who are just tdming do not have to report. Recruited demons are inclined to listen to their summoner, but are not necessarily friendly at the beginning: if your character shows weakness, the demon may be just as likely to eat them as they are to protect them.
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There will be no NPCs in this game other than the two navigators and some key demons. You're on your own for now!
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This first event/tdm is open to the public, and can be used for test driving at any time after the game starts. I'll be keeping a pulse on threads for when characters have gotten their bearings and seem to have a general idea of how they want to proceed into the next day, and we'll go from there.

Takuto Maruki | Persona 5 Royal | OTA
ii. house
iii. negotiation / rescue
iv. wildcard
negotiations/rescue
[ You’d think that he might have some faith that a grown adult could handle themselves, but no, he’s got no faith in anyone’s intelligence except his own. He’s the kind of boy that looks both ways when crossing a one-way street.
Granted, in this particular case, he did have ample experience when it came to dealing with demons and the occult. He had a contact with one, and knows their natures well enough (mostly bored and/or hungry).
Also he’s thirteen, and bold anyone to assume a teenager would ever think they’re wrong.
He’s still not pulling out his pistol, however. He’d see if the grown ass man can get himself out of this before he has to waste bullets.]
rng says hospital !!
Do you have much experience with creatures like that? Maybe you can help me out.
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CW: Death ideation
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i. train
[Just as seemingly calm as Maruki, Shun'ya barely shot him a passing glance as he hauls up one of the abandoned luggage bags and unzips it. He lowers the backpack he'd been carrying with him, unzipping that too and revealing it already has some items inside: necessities like spare clothes, blankets (to turn into bandages if need be), things like that.
Aside from that, though, he also has a pistol and tanto strapped to his belt, and across his chest, a holster containing strange looking tubes. This is clearly a man armed to the teeth for something, but what?]
Reading anything good there, sir?
FINALLY COMIN FOR YR BOY
It belonged to a friend of mine. I'm not sure why I have it, but it is interesting...
[ And then his mouth twists into a smile that's so bashful, it's nearly apologetic. ]
But please, don't call me sir. My name is Dr. Maruki.
AW YEAH
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iii
... You're not afraid of demons?
[ Her voice is so soft that it's a bit unclear if she actually means for it to be heard. She tries to keep her face hidden. ]
rng says power plant !!
It's not that I'm not afraid...
[ He should be, frankly. The Ooze clinging to an outer wall of the power plant hasn't been very receptive to his attempts at bargaining. ]
I just think we ought to try to work together with them, don't you?
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House MD
(that's how come they call him Armin).]It can't be real. [It's not denial, no.] Some trick being played on our minds, maybe.
The photograph was never taken, right? [He's seen his own.] I know mine wasn't.
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Acceptance of fate and resignation to it look the same in lighting as dim and dingy as this.
He looks back over his shoulder at the stranger, brows drawn down over distraught eyes. ]
There's something of yours here too?
muki de pochi...
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he's like bb girl you're doing great
ii. house - hey its just like in labryn - - - -
hsdlfkj THEY WILL NEVER MEET ANOTHER WAY GOD
Someone he's never seen before.
In his safe house.
A quick glance down at the device on his wrist. Blue dot. Ally. He raises his eyes to look at her again, mouth turned down at the edges. ]
BB? I'm Maruki. Is this your home?
[ Why else would there be photos of her everywhere?
Then again, why would there be a nonexistent photo of him and Rumi in here if that was the case? Maruki can't pretend to understand. ]
itS FATE ( ba dum tsh ) get it.. bc shes from fate.. franchise.. ahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaa
PLAYS THE LAUGH TRACK FOR SHEEPS
fghdfg
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house
He has also discovered a meaningful photograph, the source of his inattention. He's currently holding the frame in his mouth. He's not used to holding so many things without anything to carry them in: he has the COMP around his neck, an unwieldy traditionally bound book, and a jadelike gemstone—in addition to the framed photo.
His wide eyes are bright and clear, but the rest of his body is mottled and oddly shaped, as if someone had tried and utterly failed to create a harmonious blend of man and snake. His bloated head is like that of a human in the midst of a serpentine transformation.
Knowing how violently humans can react when they see him, Zhuzhi-lang quickly offers a respectful bow. At the lowest point, he gently releases the frame from his mouth.]
Apologies, I did not mean to startle you.
SNAKE IN THE HOUSE SNAKE IN THE HOUSE
At first, he thinks it's one of the many demons he's been trying to avoid, but–
It bows. It talks.
It seems... genuine.
Maruki stays frozen to the spot, but he exhales after a long silence, shaky. ]
It's... It's alright. Are you– can I help you somehow?
[ How would he help someone who seems mid-transformation? He doesn't know! His brain is totally blank right now! He do just be saying shit!!! ]
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I
[You sure seem pretty calm about this all, mister! And Kaito, in contrast, is anything but calm, but that's because he's by nature not a quiet person at all. Also he's on high alert, watching out for potential danger and what not. No way he can be calm at a time like this]
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Well, presumably there's more to it than just this. [ A hand held up to show the device on his wrist, the onscreen mini-map, then lowered. ] But the train itself is kind of fitting, don't you think? Passengers on their way to a destination... That's textbook afterlife symbolism.
[ A beat, and then he shrugs with a self-deprecating little laugh. ]
I could be wrong, of course. I don't know any more than you do.
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i... cw: suicidal ideation
There's the most dramatic groan, as he holds his head and whines as he stumbles backwards in what is a practiced theatrical and dramatic movement; nothing natural at all, and its clear that he knows that as he slumps forward in a much more natural movement.
None of that was even close to real, it's just... The thought of this - or anything - constituting an afterlife makes him want to die all over.
What good is an afterlife if one just has to die again? Rather stupid, he thinks. ]
No, no.... If this is the afterlife, I'm just going to kill myself to get away from it! If I do that, then I at least won't be here anymore, right!?
[ Not on this tossed over train with demons surrounding it and everything else... It'd be one thing if he was alive, but by the logic unique to children (or rather, children and young adults, with Dazai being eighteen himself,) and adult logic both this situation is just too ridiculous! Just let him die and wake up from the dream, or otherwise just let him die... He's tired...
Though on the plus side, he's not at all panicked or concerned at all in every way, instead carrying the look of a child who was denied sweets. In fact, he's pointing to one of the handles intended for standing passengers to hold onto. ]
Do you think I can hang onto that!? I have a tie, so that would work, right?
god HELLO WORSE DAZAI MEET WORSE MARUKI
Whether or not it's an afterlife at all, there's no need to resort to that.
[ His stomach twists, horror mired in muted fury; this is exactly the sort of person he'd just been trying to save. ]
Calm down. What has you so upset?
OHHH I'M SO ILL cannot wait for whatever disease comes of this cw: suicidal ideation i'm sobbing
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negotiation
There are a pair of Bogles there, not attacking immediately. Ala tells Eren that they can be bribed, but Eren mostly ignores the AI. (He still doesn't quite understand what it is or does.) He stops a little way away, morbidly curious if he's about to watch a man get torn up by monsters. Wouldn't be the first time, right? ]
Are you seriously talking to those things?
BARRELS IN HELLO LYN EREN
Maruki looks over, expression surprisingly bright for someone with a prankish demon on either side of him. In his hand is a little knob of bread that he took from the food carts on the train. He's been slowly luring these guys with pieces, but he only meant to get one... ]
I am. They can be tamed and work with us... Or so I hear.
[ And then he gestures for the stranger to come closer, holding out half of the bread. ]
There's two of them, and only one of me. Would you like to try negotiating with the other one?
HELLO apologies in advance for how weird he is
AS IF I DON'T LOVE HIS WEIRDO ASS
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1!
Hmmm.
Her own journal in one hand, a white full-faced mask in the other, Ruka wanders through the wreckage, lips pressed together as she takes stock of...well, whatever's left. Her blouse is stained red with blood on the side, still wet, still bleeding, but it's not much of a concern right now. She's on a mission.
Him speaking up makes her stop short, however, and she pauses to regard him.]
...Is that what you think this is?
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Are you hurt? Should I– how can I help you?
[ ?????????????????????????? CAN ONE BLEED IN THE AFTERLIFE? SHIT, HE GUESSES! ]
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train
[ Minato hadn't thought it would be like this either, after he's died. He honestly expected more... nothing. The screaming and crying and overall confusion had given him pause, but seeing Maruki just has him nodding like yes, this must be the afterlife, because somebody else says so.
He'll settle down on a overturned seat across the aisle. ]
Good book?
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i
[ He's died before, nothing happens after! ...in his world, anyway. Mithrun has hauled himself to his feet and is looking around, for all that he isn't that motivated to do...many things, really. But he has to do something, he supposes, or the others would be annoying about it. They aren't here now but that doesn't mean they won't be here later.
He peers out one of the broken windows. ]
iii. negoscue maybe
The next pause between the guy and the demon he's trying to recruit is interrupted when Nao unceremoniously pops her soda can open. Tschk! Pshhfwshhhhh... ]
Ah. That was loud...
[ As keikaku, but hey, he doesn't know that. ]
negotiation lmao cw: violence
Akechi didn't notice Maruki lurking in these halls. It's unfortunate, truly, that he seemed to be on the cusp of gaining a demon of his own. A weak, pathetic shadow that wouldn't be worth the slight dulling of his blade on a normal day.
A shame, honestly, that it dies in a gurgle of red foam when Akechi slices its neck without hesitation.]
Oh, is this where you're scurrying around?
[As if Akechi hasn't been keeping close tabs on him since the moment they separated in the church, and they all became reluctant roommates out of necessity.
Would Akira even know what killed Maruki in these halls if he happened to slip his blade into the man's chest?
The temptation resisted by a hair - the thrill of fight, battle and yearning for more running through him.
Oh, he's been crushing the head of the creature under his foot. Didn't notice. He wipes his shoe off on nearby patch of concrete.]
No little palace to hide in, no mind control to rely on. You'll need to be quicker if you want to survive.
[And if he doesn't adapt? ♥ Oh well.]
cw you're a DICK, AKECHI GORO
˙ᵕ˙he's literally so nice
god i'm sorry this is such a bad idea but hgfsldjkhfsdlkj
AH. cw: violent thoughts OH BOY
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