[It is just a little touch, but it feels nice, at least. His ears are his weakness. It's terrible. Though, unfortunately, what he has to say about them and the place he's only just come from, is not very pleasant.]
I was... dragged into hell.
[Not the sort of place one would think Tsukasa would wind up. At times, it could be nice and peaceful when they were left alone. But that never lasted long. They were always reminded that they were little more than entertainment.]
Heaven fell. At least, that is what we were told, and factions of hell were competing against one another, and willing to use human souls to help pad their numbers. Otherwise, humans would be horrifically tortured and would fade into oblivion.
[ . . . ]
. . . Some people managed to willingly join them. Whose souls genuinely died, unlike mine, and were being torn apart and were only saved because they agreed to work with the demons. Leo-san, Sena-senpai, Tenshouin-oniisama...among others.
[ His gaze falls. Where are they now? He had promised, somehow, against all the odds, to save them. To piece them back together again and heal them. And yet he is here instead.]
The demons... would kidnap people and sort them onto units. We were to be idols for the demon populace and compete against other units in brutal competitions they claimed were games. Occasionally, one might be silly. But these games would often result in the death of another unit.
[It must all sound so far-fetched. But Tsukasa doesn't waver in his story. He is deadly serious as he speaks. It is clear that he believes the things he is saying, if nothing else.]
Death was never permanent. But... there were sometimes prices to be paid for losing or being spattered with too much demonic power. Corruptions... generally were a result of a soul being torn apart and then pieced back together again by a demon. Like gluing random bits and pieces back onto a person and calling it good.
Both Leo-san and Sena-senpai had corruptions of their own. Tenshouin-oniisama especially.
[If anyone appears more like a demon than the rest, it is Eichi. But rather than reel from the changes, he reveled in them and determined to make them his own.]
We were always watched and lived within a giant set known as Tokyo-F. The cameras were always rolling, and we had to adhere to our unit's aesthetic and throw lives that would showcase the traits they bestowed upon each one. Without an 'image' we could fade from existence, and the only way to solidify it was to become memorable enough in the eyes of the fans that even without the help of our demon captors, we would remain in their hearts.
Oukawa, Itsuki-senpai, Nito-senpai, Ritsu-senpai, Akehoshi-senpai, Shinkai-senpai, Ran-senpai, Sakuma-senpai, and Kagehira-senpai all also resided within the set of Imeeji at one point or another. Some while I was still there, and others before I appeared myself.
[ . . . ]
For a very short bit, you were there too, Shiina-senpai. It seemed that the production team was fond of idols from our world.
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[It is just a little touch, but it feels nice, at least. His ears are his weakness. It's terrible. Though, unfortunately, what he has to say about them and the place he's only just come from, is not very pleasant.]
I was... dragged into hell.
[Not the sort of place one would think Tsukasa would wind up. At times, it could be nice and peaceful when they were left alone. But that never lasted long. They were always reminded that they were little more than entertainment.]
Heaven fell. At least, that is what we were told, and factions of hell were competing against one another, and willing to use human souls to help pad their numbers. Otherwise, humans would be horrifically tortured and would fade into oblivion.
[ . . . ]
. . . Some people managed to willingly join them. Whose souls genuinely died, unlike mine, and were being torn apart and were only saved because they agreed to work with the demons. Leo-san, Sena-senpai, Tenshouin-oniisama...among others.
[ His gaze falls. Where are they now? He had promised, somehow, against all the odds, to save them. To piece them back together again and heal them. And yet he is here instead.]
The demons... would kidnap people and sort them onto units. We were to be idols for the demon populace and compete against other units in brutal competitions they claimed were games. Occasionally, one might be silly. But these games would often result in the death of another unit.
[It must all sound so far-fetched. But Tsukasa doesn't waver in his story. He is deadly serious as he speaks. It is clear that he believes the things he is saying, if nothing else.]
Death was never permanent. But... there were sometimes prices to be paid for losing or being spattered with too much demonic power. Corruptions... generally were a result of a soul being torn apart and then pieced back together again by a demon. Like gluing random bits and pieces back onto a person and calling it good.
Both Leo-san and Sena-senpai had corruptions of their own. Tenshouin-oniisama especially.
[If anyone appears more like a demon than the rest, it is Eichi. But rather than reel from the changes, he reveled in them and determined to make them his own.]
We were always watched and lived within a giant set known as Tokyo-F. The cameras were always rolling, and we had to adhere to our unit's aesthetic and throw lives that would showcase the traits they bestowed upon each one. Without an 'image' we could fade from existence, and the only way to solidify it was to become memorable enough in the eyes of the fans that even without the help of our demon captors, we would remain in their hearts.
Oukawa, Itsuki-senpai, Nito-senpai, Ritsu-senpai, Akehoshi-senpai, Shinkai-senpai, Ran-senpai, Sakuma-senpai, and Kagehira-senpai all also resided within the set of Imeeji at one point or another. Some while I was still there, and others before I appeared myself.
[ . . . ]
For a very short bit, you were there too, Shiina-senpai. It seemed that the production team was fond of idols from our world.