Teishu Reji's Story

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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Pumped Up Kicks||Foster The People

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'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..

//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!"

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.

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!"

//ANALYSIS DRIVER - OPERATIONAL
//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.