Yuuki Takano (
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thedressingroom2012-01-16 12:50 am
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[ If you've met Yuuki before, there might be something unsettlingly familiar about the girl who's currently curled up in one corner of a sofa. She's utterly absorbed in the contents of the file folder she's got balanced on her legs, until she flips the folder shut and looks up, as if trying to memorize something-- and then her face falls, abruptly. ]
Aw, you're kidding me!
[ She brightens up again quickly, though, tucking the folder under the cushion and addressing the Room at large. ]
Hey, let's play a game. Like, truth or dare, or the question game, or something? Please?
Aw, you're kidding me!
[ She brightens up again quickly, though, tucking the folder under the cushion and addressing the Room at large. ]
Hey, let's play a game. Like, truth or dare, or the question game, or something? Please?
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But, I suppose yes, I do have some secret talents.
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Dare.
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Truth or dare?
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Mmm... eh, dare.
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...when I was still alive, I was a... street performer. In Tokyo, before it was Tokyo. My "secret talents" have to do with that, basically.
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--Or, that's another question, isn't it. Just kidding. Truth.
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[ She takes a sip of her drink, because that's not entirely truthful, but then she changes her mind and adds, after a delay, ] Happy. Less... conflicted, I guess.
Truth or dare?
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--does time travel count as a law of physics?
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Then I'd go back in time.
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Then... truth.
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I mean, there's... Why we're trained the way we are. All the rules and stuff. Going... [ a sigh. ] Going out on jobs or missions or whatever. You know, why... why do I keep doing-- why do I keep letting them make me go, that sort of thing.
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