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Interdimensional Managers ([personal profile] interdimanagers) wrote in [community profile] interstellar55552016-03-23 03:44 pm

☆TRACK IIX: BETTER TO PRETEND PT. 2

Who: Royals, Heroes, and Rebels.
What: Hit gameshow series “Fairy Trial” is celebrating one of its anniversaries, and it’s invited you onboard. Check out the OOC post for IC match ups!
When: March 21st.
Where: Sevetop Entertainment’s studio.
Warnings: Mingle log mystery bag.

“Every prince is a fantasy,
The witch is inside of me.
Her poison will wash away the memory.”

☆BETTER TO PRETEND



The day has finally come for Fairy Trial filming to begin!

No matter if they’ve arrived by limo or taken the bus, everyone involved gets star treatment as the makeup and costume departments go wild with the models they’ve been given. At least Sevetop has good accomodations. While it’s a chaotic and crowded scene, everyone still manages to fit in the two buildings Sevetop has dedicated for Fairy Trial’s purposes in this area. It’s one of the only points today that anyone will have a chance to everyone else. After all, once everyone involved in a particular challenge is done with, they’re hurried out the door and to their particular destination.

Every challenge has a different area it takes place in, after all. For some pair ups, they’ll find themselves merely being escorted to another set on Sevetop’s huge property. Others will find themselves being escorted to some very classy transportation and taken outside of Vista City to special obstacle courses that simply wouldn’t fit anywhere else. On the bright side, once the actual filming is done no matter the location, the crew involved seems to relax considerably. Whether they’ve done great or not, Heroes and Royals are treated to dinner and a change out of their costumes. Good job, everyone.

“We kill the lights and put on a show.
It's all a lie, but you'd never know.
The star will shine,
And then it will fall,
And you will forget it all.”
connivingbird: (ugh food)

[personal profile] connivingbird 2016-04-04 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
If he had a mirror handy, Ankh would probably be spitting nails by now because someone was trying to look like him. As it was, the nagging little voice that he had been hearing a lo of lately was being stupidly silent. It was annoying. Not even the voice in his head was being consistent.

"Of course they have the best ice cream. I wouldn't settle for less."

Ankh said that with a little tch even as his hand decided that the ice cream bowl was boring and went for a popsicle. He blinked at this development, looked at his ice cream, and sighed before putting the bowl down. Might as well give in to the stupid thing. It wasn't like he wouldn't have grabbed one once the ice cream was eaten, but his hand had a mind of its own these days.
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[personal profile] possessedbygreeed 2016-04-04 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
That was concerning to watch, to say the least. He remembered a bit about that tugging sensation. He opened and curled the fingers of his own right hand in response.

But this was also a prime opportunity. He found a clean spoon, and tucked the little vial he'd been given between his fingers of the hand he was holding the spoon in. In the process of stealing a gummy bear from its ice cream bed, he left the powder behind. Even in this circumstance, he was pretty sure he stood a good chance at getting punched for this, but it was a risk he was willing to take. In any event, he didn't expect Ankh to leave the ice cream behind even if he did get mad enough to leave.
connivingbird: (that stinks)

[personal profile] connivingbird 2016-04-04 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
he had two Cores and with that came a slight disassociation between him and what would have been his Greeed arm. He didn't know this fact, not really, but he had a feeling that whatever his hand was doing would have settled if he had gotten a third Core. He needed that third Core, even if he wasn't sure what or how it would be obtained.

And then the weird guy just swiped a gummy bear. Ankh snarled, grabbed at Shingo's shirt and leaned in close.

"What the fuck?"
possessedbygreeed: (15)

[personal profile] possessedbygreeed 2016-04-04 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
In hindsight he probably ought to be a bit more concerned for his own well-being, but he didn't really worry too much about what Ankh was going to do to him. If he wasn't going to kill him even with all his Cores intact, then he wasn't going to do so now.

In the process of the jostling, his hat toppled off his head. All he had to obscure the resemblance now was that diamond painted around his eye. "Ah! Sorry! I was curious and there was a ton so I didn't think you'd mind..." he held his hands up to emphasize his innocence. "But you're right, it's good and chewy."
connivingbird: (tch no)

[personal profile] connivingbird 2016-04-04 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
The Ankh that he knew had been worn down by the friendships - if you wanted to call them that - of Hina and Eiji. This Ankh did not have the same sort of support even if he did have friendships of sorts within the halls of music. Even so, Ankh was distracted from doing more then giving Shingo a shake by the simple fact that he had just realized why Shingo looked familiar.

After all, one just could not forget one's face.

Ankh gave Shingo a shove and, almost snarling with a mixture of hate and confusion and fear, jabbed his popsicle into Shingo's mouth.

"Shut. Up. Let me fucking think."

And he went back to ice cream bowl before Shingo could steal more of it.
Edited 2016-04-04 22:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] possessedbygreeed 2016-04-05 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
The only noise he made was a startled one when that popsicle was jammed into his mouth. After all that time with Ankh chaining popsicles like some of his senior detectives did cigarettes he thought he wasn't going to ever eat another one. This time he could cope, he supposed.

So he just but off a bit of the end and let it melt in his mouth while Ankh absorbed what he had just seen. He also wanted to make sure he finished the ice cream.
connivingbird: (just die now)

[personal profile] connivingbird 2016-04-05 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
It wasn't possible, but it was. This person looked just like him. Well, almost just like him. There were a few differences with hair color and general disposition, but otherwise they looked too alike. Ankh took a big spoonful of ice cream and leaned in close to look, and yes, there was a mole right there under his lip, and there were a few on the one side of his neck. Ankh hissed and drew back, his right hand twitching.

It was possible to create features, to remake the face and any marks through surgery and makeup and any number of tricks. But he doubt that this guy did that. He didn't seem like a fan, he didn't look like the kind of crazed person that would destroy themselves to look like a celebrity. If it wasn't for his hair, they would have been twins or even clones, and there was nothing more upsetting than that. It was making his head hurt.

Ankh finished his ice cream and dropped it nearly on the head of a passing by server and crossed his arms over his chest to glare.

"So Shingo, can you explain why you look the way you do?"
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[personal profile] possessedbygreeed 2016-04-05 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't flinch or draw away when Ankh leaned in to inspect him more closely. He was pretty sure this was the longest time they'd ever spent face to face at this point.

He finished the popsicle, the stick of which he supposed of in a more polite manner than Ankh had his bowl. And he relaxed a bit when Ankh finished the ice cream. That was a success, he decided. He finally took a seat at the table since it was clear this was going to be a hell of a conversation. "The same way most people do." He ran a hand over the lower corner of the diamond. "I'm going to need to scrub this off in the shower when I get home." He was going to take the "play dumb" strategy until Ankh got more specific.
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[personal profile] connivingbird 2016-04-05 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
Shingo should have known better than to play dumb with Ankh. It was one of the few things that made him annoyed, his right hand twitching violently before he reached over to grab at him again. He could almost feel the blood pounding in his skull, and for a moment, it felt wrong. He let go to press his hand against his forehead, feeling a rush of dizziness hit him.

What was wrong with him?

He ate his ice cream too fast, that's all. That was the only thing wrong with him. It didn't help that he had been under hot studio lights for most of the day. That was the only thing wrong with him.

Wrong.

Ankh shook his head. "You look like me, why?"
Edited 2016-04-05 07:19 (UTC)
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[personal profile] possessedbygreeed 2016-04-05 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
He had to confirm a couple things first before he could answer things fully. No, playing dumb wouldn't work. Predictably, it only made him angrier.

His demeanor changed to something a little more serious from the friendly one he'd had before. "I would like to tell you, but for now, I can tell you that we are identical aside from that," he gestured toward Ankh's right hand.

When Ankh held his own head, he leaned forward and put a hand on his shoulder. This was originally nothing like what Gold and Silver wanted to happen, but here they were. "I can tell you more, but not here, not now. I'll get a message to you, and we can talk somewhere else. I just need you to trust me a little."
Edited 2016-04-05 07:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] connivingbird 2016-04-05 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
His right hand pulled back like a wild creature, fingers curling in to protect the eye tattoo, and Ankh quickly grabbed his wrist with his other hand, pressing hard against the Cores. They were burning at the sound of Shingo's voice, the serious tone sounding familiar like a half remembered dream.

I know, I understand, they do care for you as well...

Ankh knew he had to be careful. He seen what they did to those people that had tried to break against what they were told to do and he did not want to get caught. He had so many pieces in place, so many weird dreams and half-formed thoughts that he wanted at least one or two pieces to fall into place and at least know why.

"Trust? A crazy fan? Tch."

He hoped that Shingo understood. It wouldn't be good if he got caught as well.
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[personal profile] possessedbygreeed 2016-04-05 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
He nodded at Ankh's reaction. "Fair enough," he stood and collected his hat from the floor. He'd done what he had come here to do. Now he had to wait for that powder to do its thing.

He brushed at debris that had attached to his hat and tugged out one of the peacock feathers. He let it fall on the table in front of Ankh. He finally returned the gigantic thing to his head. "Sorry for bothering you. Good luck! Ash I guess it's 'beak a leg' in show business isn't it?"
connivingbird: (gonna stab you)

[personal profile] connivingbird 2016-04-05 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He had to do this. He had to... He had to be whole, he had to betray them, he had to accept that he couldn't be... I understand but you still need them...

Too many thoughts and feelings. Ankh hissed and bit his tongue to keep from blurting out something stupid that would get noticed. He raised his chin at Shingo's words and grabbed the nearest thing he could reach - a rather sad looking desert, and took a bite out of it.

No. He couldn't accept something that easily. It would only lead to danger.
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Thanks for the notif, DW :T

[personal profile] possessedbygreeed 2016-04-07 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
And with that, he left. Pushing him further here and now would only put everyone in danger. And even as it was, this was probably too far.

For now, he could only wait. Wait and decide how best to draw him out later so they could discuss a little more openly.