[ic] and it flew into the dark

[pheasantboy]

Shibuya Station is probably the part of Tokyo Akechi knows the best. He goes through there several times a day. It's the main hub between Kichijoji and anywhere else he might want to go, after all—the studio in Akasaka, the shopping districts in Ginza and Shibuya itself, his high school in Nagata-cho, the Public Prosecutor's Office in Kasumigaseki. And Shido's office, which, of course, is also in Nagata-cho.

But he never used to visit for the sake of it. He's fairly sure of that.

It's as if something draws him down there. Something he can't look at too closely. Something that leads him to the steps, to stare down as if into an open maw. And then to take a step down. And another.

A keen observer—say, one with long familiarity with the dead—might be able to tell that this rather dazed-looking boy was dead, at one point. Or perhaps he wasn't. It's a little unclear.

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[pheasantboy]

Is that true, though?—are those things that can be dangerous? He looks puzzled, rather than blank, but elects not to dig that hole for himself again. "Well, I suppose it's none of my business. Perhaps I'd even like to play, if I had the potential. But if I have any psychic powers, I'm afraid they're keeping strictly to themselves."

It is a cute thought. Perhaps it would be fun; something of a change from the norm. Like riding his bike too fast.

[paysforall]

"Well, that is the most common case." Most Players even are just average people who can do a couple of things with pins. "People with a natural affinity for psychs are rare. Even most of the people we do find need a sort of amplifier to start getting their powers going at first - training wheels, of a sort."

He shifts tacks. "But who knows, perhaps I'll get bored enough to throw together something for the versions of us here. Heavens know we're bored enough and in need of a puzzle or three to keep us occupied."

[pheasantboy]

"As long as it doesn't go wrong." The people, after all, who everyone else ignores, but who he won't see harmed—as long as he remembers, which isn't long. "It sounds intriguing. I'd like to play."

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[paysforall]

"Of course. I'll see what I come up with." There's a faint wave. "Better catch your train, though."