[It's a little while before the time of the exorcism and as he had mentioned to someone else, Junpei planned to visit the possessed girl just once before she was dismissed from this realm...or whatever was going to happen. Truthfully he wasn't sure.
But as the elevator lets him off at the panthouse, he finds himself zipping up his leather jacket a little bit, hands in his pockets and knocking on the door to announce himself.]
Thought I'd come see you before your big day. [You know. Of your death. Nice.]
[Hm. He's going to promptly ignore that because the fact of the matter is this isn't something that's going to get under his skin. The name's foreign from her mouth and there's a part of him in his heart that snarls and demands she take the words back and chokes on them...
...but what would get done then?
So he shrugs, face impassive as he looks around the room.]
Well since you already know my name, feel like telling me yours? I don't believe we've actually met.
Why should I? Aren't you getting bored of dealing with the inane questions? I prefer to be a lot more direct when it comes to stuff like this. [Also if you had to pick a fake name why not something better? Man this demon lacks creativity for someone who possessed a poetry student.]
[Oh good. A demon likes his style. Just what he's always wanted. Again he completely ignores the name because whatever, not important in the long run, and part of him wants to reply with "well I'm here so maybe you're misreading me."
In a way, he does wonder if it's pointless, but he's here for some sort of purpose all the same.]
Nope. Curious about a couple of things, but I get if you don't know the answer yourself. Must be a really confusing time for you. [He does not care, but the way his tone is skewed is casual.] What was up with the change of direction? Just felt like going after someone easy?
A revenge plot makes sense. [Totally unimaginative, but sure.] Did he piss you off, or did he piss your host off? I figured they were two different people.
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W1, SUNDAY;
But as the elevator lets him off at the panthouse, he finds himself zipping up his leather jacket a little bit, hands in his pockets and knocking on the door to announce himself.]
Thought I'd come see you before your big day. [You know. Of your death. Nice.]
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Whatever your name is! Good timing, I was just thinking I was hard up for idiots.
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...but what would get done then?
So he shrugs, face impassive as he looks around the room.]
Well since you already know my name, feel like telling me yours? I don't believe we've actually met.
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Haha. God, why would I tell you? Try harder, Jumping Jacks.
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Why should I? Aren't you getting bored of dealing with the inane questions? I prefer to be a lot more direct when it comes to stuff like this. [Also if you had to pick a fake name why not something better? Man this demon lacks creativity for someone who possessed a poetry student.]
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[ GOD, tell her about it. demons suck! a lot! in maaaaany ways. like this: ]
So what’re you here for, Jumanji? You don’t strike me as the type to waste time on pointless diversions.
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In a way, he does wonder if it's pointless, but he's here for some sort of purpose all the same.]
Nope. Curious about a couple of things, but I get if you don't know the answer yourself. Must be a really confusing time for you. [He does not care, but the way his tone is skewed is casual.] What was up with the change of direction? Just felt like going after someone easy?
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Uh, no, he pissed me off so I ripped his throat out. Pretty simple! Next question, Jumbo.
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