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Kyriakos - Memory #1: King's Game Part One
The shard starts abruptly with Lapis coming down the stairs to see a group of six teenagers, a grey bowlcut, a girl with a red sweater, a guy with headphones, a girl with a green track jacket around her waist, a girl with pigtails, a slightly younger-looking kid with blonde hair, and... Ochre in a tank top with a skull on it.
She starts out by speaking.
Lapis: Is it permitted for high school students such as yourselves to be here?
Headphones: Wh-What!? Dude, look who's talking! You were here before we were!
That's right… I guess if the first-years came on the trip, you'd be here too…
Lapis: The clientele here seems above-board, so I don't expect there'll be any problems.
Track Jacket: Huh? You're leaving?
Red Sweater: Why don't you join us?
Slightly startled, Lapis blinks at the girls.
Lapis: Are you… asking me to stay?
Red Sweater: Uh-huh. We didn't get to chat last time.
Lapis: Ah… I… I-It's just that I had some matters to attend to that day.
Pigtails: Well, you're free now, right?
I was really eager to talk to you. I'm curious how someone my age is working as a detective.
Red Sweater: How about it?
Still startled, and more than a bit uncomfortable, Lapis nods, blushing slightly.
Lapis: Hmmm… Very well, if you insist.
Headphones: Huh? What's up? You look a little red…
Lapis: Th-That's not true!
Pigtails: Wait here. I'll go reserve the area upstairs for us.
Headphones: Okay. …Wait, what!? Reserve!?
Pigtails: Yep. Don't worry, I think I can pull some strings.
Meanwhile, Ochre has been standing off to the side the entire time, looking awkward. Headphones turns to him.
Headphones: …What's wrong, man? Stomach pains?
Ochre: Th-That ain't it.
The group stands around for a bit, and then goes upstairs to a separate, closed room and sits down. There is some food and beverages already laid out on tables for them.
Track Jacket: Are you sure this is all right? Isn't it expensive…?
Pigtails: No worries. Two years ago when I had a secret show here, the power went out in the middle of it, and the gig was cancelled. They still owe me from then, so they're willing to put this one on the house.
Track Jacket: Well in that case, I'm gonna order more.
Blonde Kid: Whooooo! I'm not gonna hold back either!
Ochre: Dude… You sound even weirder today…
Blonde Kid: Awww, you're sho cold, Kanji…
Hm… Kanji? Kanji, Kanji… I Kanj-ecture that shomething's up! Heeheehee, that's a great one!
Headphones: Man, you're already in high gear…
Red Sweater: …… Kanj-ecture… Snrk… Bwahahaha!
Ochre: She's looser'n usual too…
Headphones: Hey, wait a sec! Are these liquor…!?
When Pigtails speaks, she already sounds slightly drunk.
Pigtails: I told ‘em to give us soft drinks! They’re non-alcoholic! I told them. Really, I did! Really!
Track Jacket: Aw, sheesh… I was wondering why it's so hot…
Ochre: Is this seriously booze? But the smell's-
Pigtails stands up, wavering a bit.
Pigails: King's Gaaaaaaame!
Times like this, adults play the King's Game. It's the law… *hic* What's their problem…? They make me act like a ditz, call me Risette and stuff, and then say I'm a kid… *hic * It's so obvious… Those wrap parties get a lot funner after I go home! Morooons! I'm gonna play the King's Game now and ain't no one gonna stop me!
Headphones: Yet another side of Rise exposed… I wonder if she knows what she's saying…
Pigtails: Kanjiiii! Get the chopsticks ready!
Ochre: Wha--!? Why me…?
Pigtails: The King's word is law! Chop-chop!
Headphones: I-It's already started!?
Track Jacket: U-Um… What's this King's Game again?
Red Sweater: Ok, one chopstick makes you the King if you draw it, and the others have numbers on ‘em. The King picks a number and says what that person has to do. But who has which number is a secret until the King gives the orders!
Pigtails: Senpai, you're such an adult! You tell 'em!
Track Jacket: Y-Yukiko!? Where'd you learn this stuff!?
Pigtails: C'mon, everyone draw!
Everyone reaches over and draws a chopstick.
Pigtails: Okay, sooooo… Who's the King?
Blonde: Teddie's is red! Red! Is Teddie the King!?
Headphones: Ugh, we're already doomed from the get-go…
Blonde: I, the King, command thee to smooch the King without delay!
Smoooooooch!
Track Jacket: S-S-S-Smooch!?
Blonde: Please God… Grant me a girl! Number 3!
Ochre: Gyaaaah!
Blonde: I meant Number 2…
Headphones: No take-backs!
Red Sweater: Smooch, smooooch!
Blonde: K-Kanji… So you were after my fuzzy fur!
Okay, but it's my first time! Be gentle…!
Ochre: Whoa! Ow, quit that! Don't make me flatten you, dammit!
Aaaagh! Noooo! Heeeelp!
The blonde launches himself at Ochre, and they end up rolling out of Lapis’ line of sight.
Pigtails: Ohooo… Only the first round, and two contestants have dropped out already.
Track Jacket: Huh? Is it that kind of game?
Pigtails: On to round two!
Everyone draws again.
Pigtails: Who's the King?
The grey-haired boy raises his hand.
Track Jacket: Phew, someone decent… No crazy orders this time…
Red Sweater: That's not how it goes! If the last King demanded a smooch, then the next order's gotta be more extreme. Chiiieee, don't be such a party pooper… Ahahahaha!
Pigtails: Heyyy! The person who gets picked should have to rest their head on the King's lap.
Red Sweater: Nah, make 'em sit on his lap.
Pigtails: Oh! Or they could have to hug him!
Red Sweater: Better than that… A piggyback ride!
Pigtails: C'mon, King! Who's gonna do what!?
Grey Hair: #4 gets a piggyback ride!
Headphones: Wha--!? There's three girls here and I get chosen!?
Pigtails: The King's order is…
Red Sweater: Absolute! Ahahaha!
Headphones: A piggyback ride? Not cool, man! Not! Cool!
The headphone-wearing boy climbs up on the shoulders of the grey-haired boy flailing his arms around for a while. It is quite comical.
Headphones: You've had enough, right? Please? Show some mercy…
The memory ends there
She starts out by speaking.
Lapis: Is it permitted for high school students such as yourselves to be here?
Headphones: Wh-What!? Dude, look who's talking! You were here before we were!
That's right… I guess if the first-years came on the trip, you'd be here too…
Lapis: The clientele here seems above-board, so I don't expect there'll be any problems.
Track Jacket: Huh? You're leaving?
Red Sweater: Why don't you join us?
Slightly startled, Lapis blinks at the girls.
Lapis: Are you… asking me to stay?
Red Sweater: Uh-huh. We didn't get to chat last time.
Lapis: Ah… I… I-It's just that I had some matters to attend to that day.
Pigtails: Well, you're free now, right?
I was really eager to talk to you. I'm curious how someone my age is working as a detective.
Red Sweater: How about it?
Still startled, and more than a bit uncomfortable, Lapis nods, blushing slightly.
Lapis: Hmmm… Very well, if you insist.
Headphones: Huh? What's up? You look a little red…
Lapis: Th-That's not true!
Pigtails: Wait here. I'll go reserve the area upstairs for us.
Headphones: Okay. …Wait, what!? Reserve!?
Pigtails: Yep. Don't worry, I think I can pull some strings.
Meanwhile, Ochre has been standing off to the side the entire time, looking awkward. Headphones turns to him.
Headphones: …What's wrong, man? Stomach pains?
Ochre: Th-That ain't it.
The group stands around for a bit, and then goes upstairs to a separate, closed room and sits down. There is some food and beverages already laid out on tables for them.
Track Jacket: Are you sure this is all right? Isn't it expensive…?
Pigtails: No worries. Two years ago when I had a secret show here, the power went out in the middle of it, and the gig was cancelled. They still owe me from then, so they're willing to put this one on the house.
Track Jacket: Well in that case, I'm gonna order more.
Blonde Kid: Whooooo! I'm not gonna hold back either!
Ochre: Dude… You sound even weirder today…
Blonde Kid: Awww, you're sho cold, Kanji…
Hm… Kanji? Kanji, Kanji… I Kanj-ecture that shomething's up! Heeheehee, that's a great one!
Headphones: Man, you're already in high gear…
Red Sweater: …… Kanj-ecture… Snrk… Bwahahaha!
Ochre: She's looser'n usual too…
Headphones: Hey, wait a sec! Are these liquor…!?
When Pigtails speaks, she already sounds slightly drunk.
Pigtails: I told ‘em to give us soft drinks! They’re non-alcoholic! I told them. Really, I did! Really!
Track Jacket: Aw, sheesh… I was wondering why it's so hot…
Ochre: Is this seriously booze? But the smell's-
Pigtails stands up, wavering a bit.
Pigails: King's Gaaaaaaame!
Times like this, adults play the King's Game. It's the law… *hic* What's their problem…? They make me act like a ditz, call me Risette and stuff, and then say I'm a kid… *hic * It's so obvious… Those wrap parties get a lot funner after I go home! Morooons! I'm gonna play the King's Game now and ain't no one gonna stop me!
Headphones: Yet another side of Rise exposed… I wonder if she knows what she's saying…
Pigtails: Kanjiiii! Get the chopsticks ready!
Ochre: Wha--!? Why me…?
Pigtails: The King's word is law! Chop-chop!
Headphones: I-It's already started!?
Track Jacket: U-Um… What's this King's Game again?
Red Sweater: Ok, one chopstick makes you the King if you draw it, and the others have numbers on ‘em. The King picks a number and says what that person has to do. But who has which number is a secret until the King gives the orders!
Pigtails: Senpai, you're such an adult! You tell 'em!
Track Jacket: Y-Yukiko!? Where'd you learn this stuff!?
Pigtails: C'mon, everyone draw!
Everyone reaches over and draws a chopstick.
Pigtails: Okay, sooooo… Who's the King?
Blonde: Teddie's is red! Red! Is Teddie the King!?
Headphones: Ugh, we're already doomed from the get-go…
Blonde: I, the King, command thee to smooch the King without delay!
Smoooooooch!
Track Jacket: S-S-S-Smooch!?
Blonde: Please God… Grant me a girl! Number 3!
Ochre: Gyaaaah!
Blonde: I meant Number 2…
Headphones: No take-backs!
Red Sweater: Smooch, smooooch!
Blonde: K-Kanji… So you were after my fuzzy fur!
Okay, but it's my first time! Be gentle…!
Ochre: Whoa! Ow, quit that! Don't make me flatten you, dammit!
Aaaagh! Noooo! Heeeelp!
The blonde launches himself at Ochre, and they end up rolling out of Lapis’ line of sight.
Pigtails: Ohooo… Only the first round, and two contestants have dropped out already.
Track Jacket: Huh? Is it that kind of game?
Pigtails: On to round two!
Everyone draws again.
Pigtails: Who's the King?
The grey-haired boy raises his hand.
Track Jacket: Phew, someone decent… No crazy orders this time…
Red Sweater: That's not how it goes! If the last King demanded a smooch, then the next order's gotta be more extreme. Chiiieee, don't be such a party pooper… Ahahahaha!
Pigtails: Heyyy! The person who gets picked should have to rest their head on the King's lap.
Red Sweater: Nah, make 'em sit on his lap.
Pigtails: Oh! Or they could have to hug him!
Red Sweater: Better than that… A piggyback ride!
Pigtails: C'mon, King! Who's gonna do what!?
Grey Hair: #4 gets a piggyback ride!
Headphones: Wha--!? There's three girls here and I get chosen!?
Pigtails: The King's order is…
Red Sweater: Absolute! Ahahaha!
Headphones: A piggyback ride? Not cool, man! Not! Cool!
The headphone-wearing boy climbs up on the shoulders of the grey-haired boy flailing his arms around for a while. It is quite comical.
Headphones: You've had enough, right? Please? Show some mercy…
The memory ends there