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Aumia "Ami" Surino

"Being dead wouldn't be so bad. As long as I could sleep whenever I wanted, right?"

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a character in “Rengoku”, originally authored by BespectacledBeauty, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Having to keep up with friends sounds like too much of a hassle to me. Just thinking about it is making me feel tired..."


[ Hysteria || Nano ]


Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #36597A || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #532F78


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FULL NAME
Aumia Surino

NICKNAME(S)
'Ami' is the name she prefers, though
her brother used to call her Mi-chan often.


S I N
Sloth || wip

GENDER
Female

AGE
17

SEXUALITY
Bisexual, though she rarely shows
attraction to either genders.


NATIONALITY
Ami is 100% Japanese, despite her full name, "Aumia", being
of Irish origins. Her full first name means 'Golden Lady'.




"There is nothing wrong with wanting to spend a day or five in your pajamas."



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HEIGHT
5'5"

WEIGHT
105lbs

HAIR COLOR
Ami's hair is a natural black color, however in some lighting
her hair may have a dark blue or deep purple tint to it.


EYE COLOR
Although her eyes are usually a greyish-blue, like her hair, the Iris's of
Ami's eyes can sometimes hold more of a purple or pale blue color.


SKIN TONE
Ami has rather fair skin, almost pale,
from spending most of her time indoors.


GENERAL APPEARANCE
Having quite the petite body structure, with small wrists, ankles, hands, and the slim frame of an eleven-year-old, Ami doesn't look to be the sturdiest of people. Her facial features make up for the somewhat childish appearance that her small body portrays. With almond-shaped eyes lines with dark lashes and finely shaped cheeks that lead down to a softly-pointed chin, one can better guess her age by focusing on her face. Her dark hair is always seen tied into a side ponytail, her bangs forming around her cheeks and falling over her forehead. She rarely lets her hair down, usually when sleeping or bathing, and at those times her hair will fall around her shoulders.

Ami's choice of apparel isn't all that amazing. She favors comfort over all, so things like jeans, lace, or tight-fitting clothes are absolutely out of the question. She's not all baggy shirts and sweatpants though, and isn't keen on leaving her residence without looking at least somewhat decent. She's most often seen wearing baggy sweaters and skirts, clothes that she can easily move around in and doesn't have to change out of if she wants to lay down for a while, but look casual enough to not be considered pajamas. Dresses and blouses with bows or other accessories aren't banned from her wardrobe either, as long as they meet her standards of comfort. Shoes, on the other hand, Ami can be incredibly picky about. Even if she goes out in a silk dress and jewels, she's likely to refuse to put on any outside shoes and will always slip on a pair of bedroom slippers instead no matter where she's going.




"Talking this much is exhausting. I'm taking a nap."



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PERSONALITY

✦ Self-aware ✧ Reserved ✦ Focused ✧ Diffident ✦
At a first glance, a stranger would see Ami as a mysterious and quiet girl who always has her eyes on the ground and her head in the clouds. Never purposely making eye contact with anyone she passes and rarely speaking even when spoken to. She seems to be in a world of her own, not caring about the life bustling around her. Though some of this speculation may have truth to it, Ami is actually far more aware of her surroundings than her spacy facial expressions make her seem. Even when her mind may be overflowing with thoughts, she's still likely to notice practically everything that's happening around her. On the contrary, there are also instances where she'll become so focused on little details that she may very well run into a pole.

From a distance, some might say Ami has a sort of aura too her that makes her appear very mature and confident. Her level of maturity may be high enough, but she lacks greatly when it comes to having self-esteem. She knows that there are things that she can do very well, but no matter how skilled she is at something she'll quickly convince herself that there will always be another who can do it better than her. She never puts herself on top and as such she can be quite humble, shying away from the praises of others. It's not uncommon for befuddlement to stumble over her when she receives an unexpected compliment, and she will quickly push it away.

It's simple to get her to stutter and shrink away from compliments and affection, but throwing insults or pushing any sort of negativity on her will result in completely opposite effects. Ami's breaking point is atop a very steep cliff that she'd find much too troublesome to climb, and as such it's incredibly difficult to get even the slightest reaction out of her when you're trying to get her angry. Being angry takes a lot of energy that she's really not interested in wasting. Bullies learned to leave her alone when she was going to school just for the fact that she was boring to tease or make fun of because she would never fight back. She's more likely to agree with you and point out more flaws in the process, to be honest.

Someone who's only motivation to get out of bed is so that she can work on leveling up her mmorpg characters, if you get the chance to see Ami in her true environment, you'll understand that she's not as organized as her appearance lets off. Even talking is considered exhausting to her, so of course her room would be littered with cloths that never made it to the laundry basket, and a bed that hasn't been made in years. The only time she ever takes out the trash is when it starts to smell, spending most of her energy on keeping her own self clean and organized instead.


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LIKES
Personal Space - Not fond of crowds or large amounts of physical contact, Ami has a bubble around her that she's not quite ready to step out of. She prefers having plenty of room to think and move, feeling much more at ease when she's not at risk of bumping into someone and having to apologize.

Hot Tea - The perfect drink to calm your nerves and warm you up, Ami's favorite beverage is hot tea of almost any flavor.

Horror Novels - Probably not something you'd expect of such a quiet and timid girl. She's become rather fond of long novels with dark and gruesome plots that contain plenty of drama and adrenaline.

Snack Food - Eating full meals isn't something Ami really does. Instead, she'll snack on small things throughout the day to subside her hunger and keep her energy up. It's much easier and quicker to pop open a bag of chips than it is to spend forever putting a meal together. She'd rather have some finger food that she can take on the go.

MMORPG's - One of the reason's Ami spends most of her time indoors. She's spent a ridiculous amount of time leveling up her characters on the various rpg's that she has downloaded on her computer. The worlds she gives her time to online are far more exciting and simple than the boring and confusing reality she'd rather avoid.



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DISLIKES
Hot Weather - Sweat is disgusting and makes it highly uncomfortable to lay under blankets all day. She'd much rather be able to bundle up in soft, warm sweaters. You can always bundle up to stay warm, but escaping the heat is pretty much impossible no matter how little clothes you put on.

Early Mornings - Since Ami is the type to stay up until 3am on her computer rather than getting a good-night's sleep, the early mornings that she's forced to face are a complete nightmare to her. Let's just say, she'd rather sleep for five more hours and munch on a seed than get up early and snag the worm.

Shoes - Horrid, uncomfortable, unreasonable, absolutely not. The only exception to this rule are her bedroom slippers, in which she owns at least ten pairs of various designs.

Expectations - To have others expect anything from her, good or bad, makes her feel very nervous and even annoyed. Why should she have to live up to others expectations? On the other hand, though, having others expect less from her than she expects from herself can also be a bit degrading.

Her Glasses - She always thought her glasses made her look childish. It's a hassle to have to keep them clean all the time and take them on and off whenever she wants to sleep. She'd throw them away if her eyesight wasn't so blurry without them.



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TALENTS
Observation - As stated before, Ami is very aware of her surroundings. It's not just that she's good at paying attention, though. She's incredibly good at noticing the smallest details and movements, her observation skills being quite impressive. With this, it's not hard for her to read others emotions and intentions just from watching their body movements.
Artistic - The things this girl can do with a paintbrush are unbelievable. She used to spend hours in the art room after school covering canvases with images of nature, space, and things that could only be real in dreams. Oddly enough, though, she's never once painted anything that's even remotely similar to a human. However, it's been about six years since she last picked up a paintbrush or any sort of art utensil.
Intuitive - From childhood, Ami has had a way of telling whether something was right or wrong based off nothing more than a hunch. Despite this intuition usually ending up being correct, as Ami got older she became less likely to act on her feelings before she had a few solid facts first. Now, even with a knot in her stomach telling her what to do, she refuses to follow her emotions without valid reasons.
Like a Walking/Talking Log - Well, I suppose you could call this a "talent" of some sort. Ami is the heaviest sleeper one may ever meet. Basically, she only wakes up when she wants to wake up, and could stay asleep through even the most chaotic of situations. She does have a habit of sleep walking, however, and will sometimes respond to you if you try to talk to her while she's asleep. She'll even sit up or walk around, then have no memory of doing so when she finally wakes up on her own.


FLAWS
Hesitant - Putting together the most brilliant ideas and feeling the urge to share it without everyone is one thing, actually acting on those urges is another. Ami has always been rather timid, rarely speaking her mind or expressing her believes and opinions. She's also quite the heavy procrastinator and is constantly making excuses to put things of for later.
Low Stamina - It's only natural that someone who spends a majority of their time in bed or at a computer desk to get little no no exercise, resulting in her being quite the slow runner who easily runs out of breath if she does something active for more than a minute.
Ray of Sunshine - Ami is one of the last people to believe that something might end in a positive way. She's always preparing to face the worse-case scenario, and is often mumbling depressing things about herself and the events around her. Let's just say she's not actually a ray of sunshine, more like a broken light bulb that's been gathering dust in an attic for ages.
Voiceless - For a sentence longer than a few words to leave Ami's lips is rare indeed. She won't respond to anyone either if she feels it's unnecessary for her to reply. Small talk is out of the question, though you may get a word or two from her if you bother her enough. When she's explaining something, on the other hand, she can go on for quite a while without pause, though she'll quickly announce her tiredness once she's finish.


FEARS
Time - She isn't fond of the idea of growing older and having the responsibility of adulthood gradually crash down on her. Or rather, she's terrified of being forced to hold such responsibilities. The progression of time always leads to change, as well, and with Ami being perfectly find with the way things are right now, she tries to forget that everything she knows can change in an instant with her being powerless to stop it.
Being Overestimated - To have someone look at her and place all these miraculous expectations on her like she's a superhuman can be so overwhelming that she'll feel sick to her stomach. This is tied to her dislike of others expecting good or bad things from her, only this applies to someone believing that she's capable of more than she could ever fathom. The looming fear that she'll never be good enough is not so easy to be rid of.
Being Alone - An odd fear, since practically everything she does gives off the impression that she'd much rather be by herself than around other people. She avoids conversations, rarely makes eye contact, and will brush off every invitation and chance to make friends, yet there is a feeling of complete loneliness in the pit of her chest that she constantly chooses to ignore. You could say that she's told herself so times that she's doesn't need anyone and will be much better on her own that she barely even notices how much she actually wishes she could be more social.




"Every one of us is born just to die. Life is kind of insignificant if you look at it that way."



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FAMILY
Yujiro Surino | Brother | Age 20 | Status Unknown

Midori Surino | Mother | Deceased At Age 33

Keijiro Surino | Father | Deceased At Age 35


BIO
It was six years ago when the sin of Sloth began to slowly but surely envelop a young Aumia Surino to the point where she stopped attending school and began to spend nearly all of her days locked up in her room. The event that caused a once friendly and brilliant girl to drop everything and hide away from the world was the sudden death of her parents, killed when a bridge that had not been properly maintained collapsed during an earthquake. Her older brother, age 14 at the time, and her were left in the care of her grandma. Although she was a kind and gentle woman, she was only fit to look after them for a few years before she was moved into a home for senior citizens. By then, her brother had picked up a job and, refusing to let Aumia be put into a foster home, decided to care for his little sister himself.

Her brother was stubborn at times, especially when Aumia began to skip school on days when he had to work. She'd stay in the bed the entire day, forcing herself to sleep as much as possible. It was obvious that she was still broken about her parents passing, and eventually her brother left her to do as she like, hoping that she;d one day be able to move on and decided to return to school on her own. This didn't seem to be the case, however, and Aumia gradually lost all interest in going outside. She spent the hours of the night clicking away at her computer, reading "pointless" articles about mythical creatures and silly superstitions. It seemed the only thing that would actually motivate her to leave her room was if she was picking up another horror book to read or had finished a game and had to buy a new one.

While her nights were spent with her eyes on a computer screen, the sun would pass over without even a glance from her as she slept through the entire day. The last thing Aumia can recall before waking up in the "afterlife", was her pushing a plate of curry aside that her brother had brought to her before saying goodbye and leaving for his night shift.


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So begins...

Aumia "Ami" Surino's Story

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The entirety of the Rengoku seemed to work as if the place was alive, as if it was it's own entity. All that lived upon it knew that it was only a huge machine, however those new to it, those who just awoke. . . They would think of it as alive. The machinations of it were seamless in every way. Hybrids were scurrying about making preparations for the new arrivals. As the new people arrived a certain Hybrid male went into the elevator leading up into the orb shaped dome at the highest point in the complex, 120ft up from the ground. The Hybrid's left arm had a tattoo on it that read, "Lyx." LYx went up on the elevator until he reached the top floor, the elevator doors opened and bright blue and purple confetti blasted in his face with grand trumpets playing loudly. A brightly colored banner floated down in front of the small cat-eared man, on the banner it read.

"Welcome! Honored guest to the Overview!"
Lyx's eyes widened as a man dressed in bright finery made his way down stairs, made of pure light that would appear one by one as he stepped and he behind him they vanished one by one as well. A wide smile played upon the garishly dressed man's lips, revealing sharpened K-9's like a wolves teeth. Lyx glanced over the man and then spoke to him in a shaking voice as fear gripped him.

"Master the sinners have arrived." The man sneered and grinned.

"Excellent! Let's go down to greet them shall we? Summon the Caretaker." The man spoke as him and Lyx boarded the elevator and then the man turned to Lyx and grinned, to which Lyx recoiled shivering slightly. He wasn't hiding the fact that he was scared of the other man. As the elevator docked at the ground floor the man beside Lyx practically flew out of the double doors and rushed into the main street, lined with shops and cafes galore. Everything glowed a brilliant shade of white or soft blue.

There down the steps into a central plaza stood the Sinners the man had been anticipating. They were all so beautiful! He let out a cackle and skipped happily down to meet them. All the man's lovely guests all lined up at the plaza. . . .

Meanwhile, Lyx had re-boarded the elevator to take him to the Caretaker. Riding in the transit pod directly to the Caretaker's residential block, it only took moments but Lyx was nervous. He was unsure how the Caretaker would react. Arriving at the residential block, Lyx inserted his ID chip into the scanner by the door that led into a wide soft blue foyer, bright lights glowed all about, in front of him was four doors. Innermost right. He walked over and knocked cautiously on the Caretaker's door. Nervous as to what would become of him.

Back at the central plaza, the man spread his arms wide and approached the group before him.

"Hello! My lovely sinners! Welcome one and all to Rengoku! I see you have all been given your keys and currency, I hope everything is to your liking. I am Maestro, your MC of life!"

//OOC//Using NPC Lyx| He is a small cat-hybrid who works closely with the caretaker//

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Kira had no idea what was going on. One moment he was jumping in front of a car, and the next he was standing in some weird city stuck in a line of people. Seven people, to be specific. He couldn't really tell if he'd just gotten there or if he'd been unconscious or something. "Uh, could someone please tell me what's going on?" No one had time to offer him a reply before there was a loud cheerful voice. Sinners? The guy called the group of seven Sinners. What the hell did that even mean? Did the dude think they were unruly teens or something? It would be right for Kira, he really was an unruly teen. But still, the guy was surely going mad or something.

When Kira took a closer look, he noticed how freakishly top-notch the man's clothing was. He had to have paid a fortune for such nice clothing. Not that it mattered, the guy was still creepy. Kira gathered his thoughts and actually started listening to the guy speak. Apparently his name was Maestro, and he claimed to be the MC of life. He also said something about keys and currency. Fishing around in his pockets, Kira pulled out an old-fashioned key and what appeared to be money of some sort.

What the hell is going on?

{I can make the post bigger if necessary, I just couldn't find much to say, to be honest.}

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It's a strange thing to be stabbed to death, especially by a sharpen downed tooth brush. At first Troy didn't even know he was stabbed. It just felt like someone was poking him in the neck with someone's finger. When he did realize that he was stabbed, it was the strangest thing. Instead of screaming in pain or trying to stop the bleeding like a normal person would, all he could do is laugh. A laugh like watching a fat guy fall down, or a cat doing something cute on the internet. And then, he just woke up. Like it was all a dream, only it wasn't.

Troy looked over at the other sinners as the flamboyant man called them. "Aye, last thing I 'member was getting into a argo with a couple of apes. I was reefing their fecking arses too! But one of Langers had a damn shank out of a toothbrush. Got me in the neck. Damn Manky Mebbs." Troy stated with his thick Irish accent becoming apparent. He rubbed his neck where he was stabbed at, still unsure that it even happened. "Meh, I don't care. Point me towards the boozer Nancy-boy. Been far too long since I've been bolloxed. Got a year of forced sobriety to slash away." Troy ordered to this supposed MC of life.

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"Odd.."

Ami found herself standing in an unfamiliar place, her pale blue eyes resting on the palms of her hands that she had lifted slightly. How had she ended up in this place? More importantly, had she remembered to say goodbye to her online friends before logging off? She was in the middle of conquering the newest dungeon that had opened up, what would they think if she suddenly abandoned them in the middle of a fight? Not only that, but she had her eyes set on an item the boss was rumored to drop. If she let them fight the boss without her, there's no way she'd be able to obtain it.

In the midst of her thoughts, she realized that there were voices around her, none that she recognized. She let her arms fall and her hands tugged at the bottom of her shirt. It looked like she was still dressed in pajamas; a pair of plaid blue pants and a large black t-shirt with a chibi tiger on the front. Looking around, she took a few steps to separate herself from the group of strangers that she seemed to be a part of. They all look rather confused.

"Hello! My lovely sinners! Welcome one and all to Rengoku!"

Ami turned her gaze to the colorful man who had entered the room only seconds ago. "Sinners...", she mumbled to herself, not loud enough for anyone to hear. If these people, as well as herself, were sinners, would that make this place Hell? That didn't sound right, though. She had no memory of dying, but then again she's also heard of the instance where the shock of dying could cause one to forget how they died. However, what would cause her to leave her room and be put in the situation where she could die?

"I see you have all been given your keys and currency, I hope everything is to your liking. I am Maestro, your MC of life!"

Come to think of it, she did feel a weight in the pocket of her pj pants. Reaching her hand in, she retrieved a set of keys. Just as the man whom introduced himself as 'Maestro', finished speaking, one of the strangers spoke up loudly, his voice heavy with an Irish accent.

"Meh, I don't care. Point me towards the boozer Nancy-boy. Been far too long since I've been bolloxed. Got a year of forced sobriety to slash away."

"Not sure if that's the right way to talk to someone who could very well be the devil's right-hand man."


She took a step forward, having a question she wanted answered as well. "Excuse me," she said, raising her hand for a moment to show that she wanted to speak. "My name is Surino Ami. You called this place Rengoku, yes?" Her voice suddenly took on a more serious tone as her gaze rested calmly on their host. "Have we been placed in purgatory?"

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Pumped Up Kicks||Foster The People




'It all happened so fast.. The crash.. My ribs breaking, falling into that cold dreaded river.. What happened?'

Yuukie looked around as he rubbed his ribs, expecting them to be sticking out of the other side of his body, and he was confused that he wasn't plunged in a cold river. His blood colored eyes scanned the place- The more Yuukie looked around, the more it looked like a normal city, and the more it looked like a normal city, the more Yuukie believed all that happened was a dream. It felt so real, It didn't feel like a dream.. - Well until he heard the man say welcome to.. Rengoku?

'Whats Rengoku?Some Dragon Ball Z thing? Some place in Japan?'

Issac thought, then realized he was in a line. Then he realized the crazy guy said 'sinners', that's what confused him the most.

"What is this stupid place, and why are we here? Is this hell? Or heaven? Did we just die?"

Yuukie bombarded this 'Maestro' guy with question, right now, he could care less about attention, or someone playing attention to him- All he wanted to know is what is this place? He was pretty sure it was heaven, but when the crazy guy mentioned 'sinners', he was pretty sure it was hell. Yuukie didn't know what he did to get into hell at such a young age, and wondered if this really was a stupid dream. 'It probably isn't you idiot.' Yuukie thought to himself and mentally slapped himself for thinking it was a dream, because he was pretty sure he was dead - After all he did just get hit by a car into a river..

For now, Yuukie wants questions.. Maybe later he'll get some attention, maybe later he'll learn who these people are. Maybe, just maybe- Unless it was dream..

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//ACCESSING CACHE - 100%
//RUNNING ORDERLY CHECKUPS ON DRIVERS - 100%
//BEGINNING BOOTUP PROCESS - 73%


Quiet. That’s how all of the recurring mornings started, and ended. A sigh of exhaustion and the prying open of one’s eyes. The vision of his retinas were completely filled by a loading screen accompanied by lines upon lines of console commands. It was a sight Tei was used to this point, as he had been greeted by the process from when the spark of electrical life first ignited in his chest, to seeing it every time he awakened from sleep mode. Not even a single peep or pipe of sound was present within his block. It was peaceful in comparison to the hectic profession he was about to delve into yet again. The robots eyes opened a sliver once he had completed morning procedures. With a grunt he turned his whole body onto his shoulder, yet was stopped by a tightened tug originating from his chest. He glanced down and couldn’t help but to chuckle at the fact that he had forgotten the plug’s existence. Sleep mode was considered Tei’s time of personal serenity. A chance to lean back for some R&R, and recharge his energy reserves via an oversized quad-pronged cord. The extension fit firmly within his chest compartment, which can be exposed by unhinging the cutout metal cover.

Tei wrapped a sluggish hand around the head of the plug and gave it a quick yank. He winced as the cord fell limply to the floor with a thump, which echoed throughout the whole ward. In all honesty, it was too quiet. At least that was the case until he heard a familiar voice beckon for him, affirming its request with a few incessant knocks on the door. ”I’ll be out in a minute~!” The robot shouted with ebullient charisma. Tei leaped out of bed and landed on his feet, then quickly gathered his attire. The android alone was given his own ward, which was enough room to house a plethora of hybrids. Yet the benevolent MC of Rengoku commended Tei for his strives in the establishment. After all, he was responded for maintaining the upkeep and fluency of all operations within Maestro's building. Due to the fact that he was a top of the line model, outfitted with the most modern utilities, this was a cinch for the multi-managing robot. Soon enough he was draped in, pitted on the highest spectrum of casual attire when compared to the suits his fellow hybrids wore. Blue denim jeans and a snow white jacket with extensions was a rarity within the hall of Rengoku. A diamond in the rough.

"Okie dokie, I'm ready!" He called out in a youthful tone as he slipped on his shoes, the only formal portion of his apparel. With a jolity expression on his face he swung open the door, "C'mon Mr. Lyx, let's go greet our new roomers! Woohoo!" The mixture between fright and displeasure was entirely disregarded by Tei's jumpy personality. He instinctively pulled his feline co-worker by the sleeve and led him to transport pod. Without giving Lyx a moment's rest, the robot slammed his fist on the ignition button. "Excelsior!" The haphazard android chanted as the pod suddenly lurched forward, arriving at its destination within a few seconds. "Thank you for boarding the Teishu Express. Please file in a single orderly line into the hallway, and discard any volatile stomach substances into the barf bags supplied by myself." By this point, Lyx must had been traumatized, even though they went through the same cycle every morning. Yet today was different. They finally received human boarders, sinners nonetheless! I wonder how much each of them will personify their attributed sins? This'll definitely be interesting~!" The robot had nearly exploded during the quick walk between the pod bay and the central plaza.

Tei's expectations were most definitely sufficed when his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He could nearly contain himself as he bolted over to Maestro's side within the blink of an eye. The man was already receiving queries from the utterly unknowing lineup. They were left in bewilderment and awe, a few were attempting to draw conclusions concerning their final arc in existence. Although Tei couldn't answer all of their questions entirely, he was just dying to give the newcomers an impression of himself. But before he could do that, first things first; "Good morning, Mr. Maestro. Teishu Reji, Model IV reporting for duty!" He gave a quick salute to his boss before returning his attention to the sinners. "Ya'hallo! My name is Teishu Reji, your devoted caretaker. You can simply call me Tei, or some variation of the latter term. Butler, servant, helper, whatever floats your boat! Also, can't quite say this is purgatory, since that's pretty boring in my opinion. I don't want to snatch the spotlight away from Mr. Maestro, since he's the one answering questions here." The android had already read up on each of them the day prior. As his eyes drifted onto each character, an interface popped up listing their names, nationality, age, and of course sin. It was a nifty tool, one of the many Tei had in his arsenal. "I will be sure to make your stay the most enjoyable experience possible!"

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Pandora looked around the strange...lobby area? She frowned, thinking back to her last memory of sitting down at her desk to tackle some more paperwork. No one tells you the massive amount of paperwork that goes into being a CEO, but then again no one tells you much of anything important about CEOs.

But back to the point―how did she get here? She considered her options, and came up with either kidnapping or murder (with this being the afterlife). But if she was kidnapped, wouldn’t she be tied down so she wouldn’t escape?

So probably murder. Mentally running through her list of enemies (both personal and political), she narrowed it down to a few candidates who would probably have the means to hire a good professional assassin (they didn’t come cheap), the power to make the assassin take them seriously, and the kind of stubborn grudge to go through with it, amongst other things. She gave herself a few seconds to appreciate that they actually managed to kill her this time.

Looking around, there were 6 other people with her. She silently looked them over, but reserved judgement until she could get a better gauge of their personality, who would be useful to her and who she should be cautious with.

"Hello! My lovely sinners!” a brightly dressed man shouted as he practically skipped down the stairs. Pandora could easily imagine him as a salesperson at an exposition hall, here to convince the rich to loosen the seams on their fat pockets. He talked more, before some of the others near her started yelling questions up at him. A curly-haired boy popped up next to this “Maestro”, snapped a salute and rattled off a long introduction but mentioned that this wasn’t purgatory. Heaven, then? Or maybe he thinks that purgatory is different from hell, she considered. She’d accepted long ago that if there was an afterlife she would probably be going to hell for it. She looked around at the others. They seemed to be acting relatively normally and demanding answers (although one guy was more concerned with alcohol than his current whereabouts). Nothing very obviously good nor evil about them, although “sinners” was an interesting word to use if they were indeed in heaven. For now, she examined herself. She was still in the stylish suit that she had decided not to take off, but her pockets were heavier. Digging inside, she found her wallet in one, and a ring of old, ornate antique keys. Huh.

She put the things back in her pockets and adjusted her scarf. As of right now, she decided that she should just try to observe as much as possible, so she kept quiet. Lets see how the others react to this first.

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Mae looked about at his new flock of sinners, a wide variety but that's how he liked it. A few of them spoke up and started shouting, as they did Maestro paid no mind to the substance of the questions or accusations mainly because he was too consumed with how lovely they all were. A wide grin was painted onto his features, his wolf-like fangs bared as he did. Then before he knew it Tei arrived.

With a lengthy introduction Tei beamed at the sinners and turned back to Maestro. Maestro liked his small robotic friend, they had been together a long time after all. Mae felt a special bond with the robotic fellow. Then a loud raucous fellow spoke up, asking about booze or something, then another asking if he was dead.

"Attention attention, allow me to explain. . . You there!" Maestro's finger trained quickly onto Troy. Walking across the air from the top stair down to Troy, walking on nothing as he spoke.
"Troy O'Connor~ you're a big tough fellow aren't you? I see. . . Nancy am I?" Maestro's eyes narrowed and his fangs seemed to grow. He glared down the man from a vantage above him.
"I see. . . Well Mr. Antsy-Pants, I see. Ah, well let me tell you, Mr. O'Connor, your residential block has alcohol distributors, all built in! Just . . . For. . . " Stepping down on the air to touch the other man's nose with his gloved finger.
"You. In fact! Each of your homes have been outfitted! They have your favorite things, your every desire. . . Your guilty pleasures, all at the touch of a button. You will find multiple holo-screens about your home, they will provide you with options that have all you could ever dream of! Also, if you wish to have a soiree with me. . . My personal summons is in there too! Ha-ha~ Ahem" Maestro as he spoke, hopped down off the air he was walking on and stood in front of the entire group, on his own two feet. He wasn't a large man, but he had an air about him . . . An air that yelled power.

"Now then, Yuukie. Are you dead? I don't know. . . Do you feel dead? Ah-ha-ha!"Maestro cocked an eyebrow but as he spoke he faded into a spell of loud laughter. Maestro walked about in a circle, breathing heavily and wiping his tears as he did.

"Now, what is to happen next is, you all are going to live out your days here with me and all my lovely creations. My beautiful Hybrids! We have animals and androids, and of course my most precious Caretaker. . . He's off-limits now Satoshi. Anyway! My dear Teishu here, will lead you all to your residential blocks, please settle in and if you have questions he can answer them to the best of his ability. Now babies don't cry, Mama Maestro will also be at the touch of a button. If you summon me I shall rush to your side! No matter the time of day! My Overview is also always open! In fact come visit me whenever you feel so driven! Farewell now and welcome one and all to Rengoku!" With that the man winked at everyone before exploding into a puff of hearts and confetti, his ever-present joyous laughter echoing around them all.

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Satoshi was standing in the crowd of seven, not saying a word. Some may even question if he was breathing, he certainly wasn't blinking. One moment ago he was running from the police and fell off a bridge to his death. Bolts of lighting shot around him and he remembered the feeling of..popping? or was it something being cooked? Or someone.

He had no idea where he was, and neither did anyone else, but he could already tell he was different from everyone else.
The Maestro talked and gave them their instructions, he also informed them of a key that was in their pockets. Everyone checked their pockets except Satoshi, who stayed un moving.

The Maestro even called out his name, but he still wouldn't move. After a few more moments of his dead silence his lips began to move. "I-Its.........WONDERFUL!!!" He shouted loudly and ran around the place. "Look at it all! THE TECHNOLOGY!! It's amazing!!" Tears of joy welled into his eyes as he took in the beauty, causing quite the commotion. "Uh! Such beauty!! I never EVER want to leave!! This is way better than my crappy life!" He continued to exclaim. He fell to his knees and placed his hand over his heart, gripping his shirt tightly. "The Maestro has truly out done himself, W-Wait, is this, L-Love!? Is this what Love feels like?? And I thought that high school chick was a winner! But THIS!" He cried happily. "Way to go Maestro! WAY. TO. GO!!!" Satoshi clapped vigorously as he danced around in the confetti, forgetting about anyone else as he convinced himself he was in love with the Maestro.

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Troy glared at this Maestro as he spoke to him. It didn't seem like he appreciated being called a Nancy. Well now he has to call him that. Troy sized him up as he got closer to him, he's pretty confident that he can take him. He doesn't seem like the physical type even if he had fangs. Troy just gave him a intense stare, not showing any fear. His eyes widened when Maestro poked his nose. 'Did he just...?' Troy was dumbfounded. He snarled at the man as his gloved finger left the touch of his nose. Troy's fist was firmly clenched in a fist, he really wanted to punch this guy. But he went on before he had the chance.

Troy only half heard what Maestro went on about, he was still thinking about being poked on the nose. There was no part of Troy's appearance that said that was ok. 'Does he think I'm a babby or something?' The more he thought about it, the more pissed off he got. When Maestro was done talking he disappeared in a puff of hearts, and stars. Very fitting. Troy just glared at where he disappeared. "What a ball-bag." Troy commented. He wasn't impressed by Maestro to say the least.

He then looked over at guy jumping, and yelling around. "Hey, what's wrong with that one? Did he have a stroke or something?" Troy questioned. He's not used to seeing anything like that. Troy rolled his eyes at the sight of this guy. Troy went over and smacked the back of the guy's head. "Ara be whist boy! Keep your Alan Wickers on lad! You're givin' me a headache!" Troy ordered as he rubbed his temple. "Quit actin' like a blindin' eejit!"

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//GUEST ID'S - FULLY LOADED


Tei shifted his footing as Maestro went on with the introduction, feeling unbearable angst in anticipation for his own role to be thrown into play. The robot smiled as his boss reassured one of the guests that his addiction to alcoholic beverages would be further fueled, even in death. He was truly surprised at how nonchalant most of them were acting, they were just notified that they had passed on only a few moments prior. "Maybe they're just too awestruck to talk? At least Mr. O'Connor has his priorities straight." Then his boss further proceeded to antagonize the youngest member of the group, who Tei quickly noticed was Yuukie Ichigo, a concoction of Western and Eastern blood. The android did indeed believe it was unfair that such an individual, along with Aumia Surino and Haru Ishawamoto, all died at the prime of their youth. Yet death lashed out at people without digression, as if it blindly swung its scythe around, in hopes of affirming its own abilities. He couldn't help but to feel sympathetic for the young trio, yet the ages of the other allottees varied greatly. Teishu would have to adapt within their parameters of age and behavior, but he hoped he could befriend all of them.

Soon enough, Maestro had finished his colorful introduction, and disappeared in the same flamboyant fashion. The cloud was a manifestation of his personality. An accumulation of haphazardness and arbitrary mood swings, his boss was definitely a force to be reckoned with. He let out a sigh as he descended the steps himself, opening up a holographic interface as he made his way down to the crowd. With a few taps at the keyboard, a team of cleaners suddenly appeared from one of the many seemingly infinite hallways. Armed with brooms and trays, they swiftly got to work cleaning up Maestro's departure remnants. One of the more ecstatic of the lot, Satoshi, was prancing around like a school girl who had just been accepted into her prime choice university. Tei smiled kindly at the crowd and autonomously bowed, an arm crossed along his waist and the other jutted out to the side, Yet again, I welcome you all to the heart-warming halls of Rengoku. I will loyally serve you all, and will always be waiting expectantly for your beckoning." The android straightened his back against and fiddled with his jacket straps. Before escorting his attendees to their corresponding rooms, Tei glanced at Satoshi in the midst of his celebration.

Mr. Takahiro, it is time that we proceed with the to-" Before he could finish the sentence, the largest of the sinners, the drunken Irish known as Troy, went ahead and struck the frolicking adult upside his head. The animatron stopped his train of thought and instantly leaped into action. Within a matter of seconds, Tei was right behind the elder, with a frail hand gripping tightly at the man's shoulder blade. Mr. O'Connor, physical actions are disallowed. Albeit he can not die, he still feels pain. I would ask you to refrain from hitting other roomers from here on out, please~" The robot pleaded with a tune in his voice, yet his tone seemed more disconcerting and too cheerful to be a threat. Although the robot had a smile stretched across his face, it could be perceived that he was speaking in all seriousness. "Anyways, as I was saying, let's proceed with the tour. I wouldn't want to hinder your moving in any further~!"

He lead the group down a hall, illuminated by rows upon rows of lamps, placed in correlation with various paintings and decors lining the walls. A holographic map of the entire premise popped up next to Tei, showing a humongous and intricate system of pathways and room, "Now this hallway leads to all of our attendee rooms, each of which are probably the size of your ordinary lower class house. Quite a lot of room for one person, but not too much to clean up myself! The left side belongs to females, whilst the right houses males. Each of your rooms are labeled by your initials. Luckily, all of your parents were pretty nifty and original, so we have no problems with identical letters. Your rooms have been outfitted with your own personal hobbies, along with a standardized monitor, bed, and port placements. As for entertainment, Rengoku has connection to the outside world, but it isn't as simple as it seems!" The robot twirled his finger in the air as they continued their walk to the arrangements of rooms. "It's kind of like a one-sided connection. We can intake information and signals, but we can not send them out. Sorry bloggers, no posting. But you can watch your favorite scheduled anime! As I said earlier, I will always be ready to serve you in the case you need assistance. Also, your rooms are outfitted with personal bathrooms, so no need for a bathing schedule. But I will be entering to collect laundry and organize your rooms at certain times, so just keep that in mind. You can access the schedule at your own monitor." And with that, he stopped at a grouping of labeled with the initials of the guests. Listed under each nameplate was also their representative sin. "I welcome you to your rooms. If you need any help figuring anything out, please feel free to call me. I'll be waiting outside in this hallway for a bit. Please enjoy your stay!" With that, Tei gave free reign to the sinners to observe their rooms.

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"So, it's not purgatory. I suppose that would be a bit far-fetched. If not purgatory, though, then maybe Hell?"

With the arrival of another stranger, this one seeming a little less kooky than the brightly dressed Maestro, Ami decided to hold off on asking any other questions. Frankly, she didn't really have any other questions to ask. She had already started running ideas through her head of what this place might be, and she could already tell that their host and so-called caretaker weren't likely to give them any clear answers. That was a decision she quickly came to as she watched Maestro give a blond boy, whom he addressed as 'Yuukie', a rather questionable answer to the question he'd asked.

This also made her feel suspicious for some reason, though. If they were dead, why wouldn't these people be straight-forward about it? Was it amusing for them to watch a group of confused strangers uncover the harsh truth themselves?

"In fact! Each of your homes have been outfitted! They have your favorite things, your every desire. . . Your guilty pleasures, all at the touch of a button. You will find multiple holo-screens about your home, they will provide you with options that have all you could ever dream of! Also, if you wish to have a soiree with--"

"On second thought, Hell is probably less accommodating. Yet, I don't see any angels around, either."

"I-Its.........WONDERFUL!!!"

Ami's eyes widened slightly as a loud voice separated itself from the group. The young man that belonged to this voice appeared to be in utter joy of his situation. For a moment, one would've thought that he was the first to crack under the thought of being dead, but he was way too joyful for that to be the case.

"The Maestro has truly out done himself, W-Wait, is this, L-Love!? Is this what Love feels like?? And I thought that high school chick was a winner! But THIS!"

Maestro had said this guys name, but Ami couldn't quite recall it. Satori, or something like that. Either way, she instantly felt like putting distance between herself and him. As she was about to take a few strides in the opposite direction, however, the man who was called Troy by Maestro smacked the overly-excited lover boy on the back of the head.

"Ara be whist boy! Keep your Alan Wickers on lad! You're givin' me a headache! Quit actin' like a blindin' eejit!"

"Ouch.."

"Mr. O'Connor, physical actions are disallowed. Albeit he can not die, he still feels pain. I would ask you to refrain from hitting other roomers from here on out, please~ Anyways, as I was saying, let's proceed with the tour. I wouldn't want to hinder your moving in any further~!"

Ami turned her attention back to Teishi as he proceeded onward. Seeing no other options, she followed him along with the group. Her mind began to shuffle through ideas again, though she took in every word that the caretaker spoke as he gave them a tour of their new home. Finally having more of a view of the place, she couldn't help but think that it looked like something out of a sci-fi rpg. There were hybrids walking around with the ears of many breeds, and those who didn't have animal features were likely the androids that Maestro had spoke of. There was also the chance that they could be other people that arrived the same way she and the others did. She would have to question some of them later to see if she could find out more details.

Her footsteps came to an abrupt stop, her eyes resting on the floor below her. Why would she want to go through the trouble of getting information? Why did it matter at all if she never found out what this place was or how she got here? If Maestro was telling the truth, this place would have everything she wanted. She could lay in bed for however long she pleased, never having to change out of her pajamas or worry about her brother coming in with those eyes that always looked at her like she was a dead puppy.

She clutched her fist tightly for a moment, giving her head a brief shake to clear her thoughts before taking a few quick steps to catch up to the group that had distanced themselves from her as after she had stopped so suddenly. She continued to tag along at the back of the group as the tour came to an end and they reached what appeared to be the area where they'd all be staying.

"I welcome you to your rooms. If you need any help figuring anything out, please feel free to call me. I'll be waiting outside in this hallway for a bit. Please enjoy your stay!"

Ami walked the hallway until she found her initial's. Beneath it, there was something else carved there. "Sloth," she said quietly, finally speaking out loud. She had noticed that there was a word carved under each initial on the doors that she passed, but now that she was reading her own, she understood. Maestro had called them sinners from the start. Sloth was the sin that she bore.

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Kira was still very confused. He shoved the key and the money back into his pocket, listening to Maestro's words. The man responded to all the questions that had been asked, vaguely explained the situation, and then burst into a cloud of confetti after bidding a graceful farewell. Gracefull in Kira's eyes, at least. There was a short moment of peaceful silence. But then, as all good things are, it was interrupted by the loud excitement of some kid.

Aw, shut up will ya?!

"Ara be whist boy! Keep your Alan Wickers on lad! You're givin' me a headache!"

Kira almost spoke his mind out loud, but the Irish guy - Troy, apparently - beat him to it with his weird word style and heavy accent. Kira watched as he hit the kid upside the head, and snickered to himself as Troy was given a short lecture by the robot guy. The android seemed pretty normal to Kira, and his name was also Japanese...Tei or something. Then the group started moving, and Kira lagged behind as Tei led them down a series of hallways, explaining as he went.

Tei told them that their rooms were engraved with their initials. It didn't take him long to find his, since it was the first door he passed, but what caught his eye was the word etched into the wall beneath his nameplate. Rage? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Kira was curious about it, but shrugged it off as some stupid prank and fished the key out of his pocket. He took a look around the hallway and then realized that everyone had already either entered their rooms or wandered off. Apparently he'd been standing there longer than he thought.

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Once upon a time. . . Does that still lead to 'happily ever after'?




As the sinners filed into their respected homes, a little light with a name would flicker on slowly in front of the girl synced into the mainframe. Her red eyes fluttered open, her white eyelashes brushed softly on her cheeks. Her arms had been tied up in a crucifixion style, held by intense amounts of wiring. Her bright eyes scanned over her little black room full of wires before her eyes locked onto the panel that glowed dimly with the small characterized icons of the sins, their names above their little cartoon heads.

Sloth, Wrath, Rage, Pride, Greed, Lust, Gluttony, and Envy. . . The girl's long hair tickled the back of her knees as she hung there suspended. A weak smile cracked onto her features. Focusing her energies she managed to knock her self unconscious. Then a spiritual form of her manifested itself. Looking on her own malnourished body she crinkled her nose in disgust. In her new form, she was healthy and plump again, a mischievous grin painted her face as she bounded through the wall.

Skipping happily through the metal machinations of the Rengoku's underground the girl whistled a haunting little tune. The music of her song echoed throughout the upper levels, into the houses of the sins. As she made her way up to the main level of the compound the Hybrids ducked into their residential blocks to hide. A quick pang of sorrow stabbed at her heart, she shook it off and frolicked over to the outlet panel on this floor that linked to the mainframe, she concentrated and managed to hack into the sinners homes wiring. A sweet smile flickered at the corners of her mouth as she hacked the holoscreens in their homes.

An image appeared onto all of the sinners holoscreens, eight screens in each block gave off her image. She waved giddily at the camera. In her wildest dreams she never thought humans would come here. She was filled with childlike joy.

"Hello! My name is Haru. I have managed to break through the Mad Man's feed. Now, I have come to deliver a message. You aren't dead. Maestro will never give you truth, he wants to keep you all cloistered here for eternity! Horrible right? Listen, I don't have much time. My body is rejecting the form I am taking currently. If I don't return I'll go into shock. So, I need you all to listen to me pretty please, come get me. I'm trapped in the secret zones of the station. You heard me, this isn't some ethereal place hinted at in myth. This is a space station. Yeah, we're in space right now. You all almost died. In fact you did. However Maestro trotted in and whisked you away, he put you away in frozen chambers, to sustain your life. You've been 'dead' for three hundred years. Now you're awake and a bit sore I'd imagine. But, I'm currently powering this entire station and my body is weak. I'm keeping the station alive and in return it's sustaining me as well. I understand this is a lot to take in. Please- "

Haru heard the security drones approaching her from behind. Her face contorted into a scowl over the holoscreen the sinners could see a dozen or so flying robot-like things coming in fast toward the girl. She looked at the bots and stuck out her tongue before turning back to the camera.

"Please. Come save me. I reside in the forbidden levels. LB4. That's the name of my containment floor. You'll need the access key. You can only get it from Maestro. . . I know it's a lot, but if you can get me out of here. . . We can go back home. I can visit you all in this form. But- DAMN!" Haru's image disappeared from view as a bot slammed into the panel before her. Her spiritual visage vanished.

Deep in the heart of Rengoku, the girl's eyes opened once more.

It's all up to them for now.

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