unfoggedlotus | p4kechi's ren (
unfoggedlotus) wrote2023-10-10 09:03 pm
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[ ic // demi voicetesting ]
Man, whatever happened to a good night's sleep? Is the first thought that crosses Ren's mind. One moment he's tossing and turning in bed, trying to get to sleep, and the next he's staring up to the ceiling of the Velvet Room. He closes his eyes after he processes the bare minimum to get his location down. Can't a guy go a week without getting dream-DM'd by the fake-powers-that-be?
It's not entirely fair, he knows. He's just feeling blergh because Goro hasn't texted him back for a few hours and he was starting to get worried when Morgana batted the phone out of his hand and said he'd come home when he wanted to. But. Well. If he really had to do something in the realm of the subconscious involving chains tonight, he'd really rather be in Goro's dreams.
Maybe the chains would even be fun for once.
He lets himself stew for a few moments before shaking himself out of it. Might as well see what the "wardens" and "Igor" have in store for him this time. Ren grumbles to himself only a little bit as he opens his eyes again, and...
...What?
Ren blinks, taking in his surroundings with wide eyes. This is definitely the Velvet Room. There's the desk, the structure is vaguely similar, and he. Well. He just sort of knows it. The vibes are incredibly Velvet Room. 100% blue, 100% weird music, 100% cognitive prison.
Except.
There's no prison decor. He isn't even in a cell. There are a few doors scattered around. Peeling himself off the floor, he realizes he isn't in a prison uniform (he's in his daytime clothes) and there aren't shackles wrapped around him either. And the weird music isn't grating in his chest like the world's worst rendition of Prison Hallway Salsa silently beamed into his soul, it's just kinda...smooth. Jazzy. Soothing. A bop.
The Velvet Room actually feels...
...Nice?
...He doesn't buy it. (Something in him wants to, though.)
Ren turns around a few times, trying to find answers. What's going on here?
It's not entirely fair, he knows. He's just feeling blergh because Goro hasn't texted him back for a few hours and he was starting to get worried when Morgana batted the phone out of his hand and said he'd come home when he wanted to. But. Well. If he really had to do something in the realm of the subconscious involving chains tonight, he'd really rather be in Goro's dreams.
Maybe the chains would even be fun for once.
He lets himself stew for a few moments before shaking himself out of it. Might as well see what the "wardens" and "Igor" have in store for him this time. Ren grumbles to himself only a little bit as he opens his eyes again, and...
...What?
Ren blinks, taking in his surroundings with wide eyes. This is definitely the Velvet Room. There's the desk, the structure is vaguely similar, and he. Well. He just sort of knows it. The vibes are incredibly Velvet Room. 100% blue, 100% weird music, 100% cognitive prison.
Except.
There's no prison decor. He isn't even in a cell. There are a few doors scattered around. Peeling himself off the floor, he realizes he isn't in a prison uniform (he's in his daytime clothes) and there aren't shackles wrapped around him either. And the weird music isn't grating in his chest like the world's worst rendition of Prison Hallway Salsa silently beamed into his soul, it's just kinda...smooth. Jazzy. Soothing. A bop.
The Velvet Room actually feels...
...Nice?
...He doesn't buy it. (Something in him wants to, though.)
Ren turns around a few times, trying to find answers. What's going on here?
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Then the elevator opens.
"...Am I going to have to warn him about you?" He gives a playful little nudge at that.
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Ren steps out to the food court. Huh, the people here seem...he can't put a finger on it. He squints at them.
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He's not entirely sold on a cognition making good food for them, but...doesn't hurt to try, hopefully?
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The cognition smiles, giving a very generic response for a food worker, and steps back to prepare the meal. It's almost robotic. Like an NPC in a video game.
"While we wait, I got permission to share the other Ren's number with you." In fact, he'll text Ren the contact info for his own convenience.
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The food comes up relatively quick, so Akechi takes it, leading Ren over to one of the tables. "I wonder if, perhaps, the five hours that passed were simply due to the nature of our most recent mission requiring a longer meeting than usual. Sometimes outside phone signals are disabled as an added security measure in HQ, and given that Isshiki-san was where the cognitive anomalies began, it made our most recent victory a highly sensitive one."
But that's just a guess, really. All that matters is that Ren is here now.
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Ah, there's some self-deprecating laughter. "I've been struggling with insomnia. It's been a while since that last happened."
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Try him, Ren.
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