Paper Faces on Parade

[happysweets]

[ Okay, so, assuming everyone got a crossword and an invite on Tuesday, one would assume that pretty much everyone knows that Misa's planning something. A sign on the door of the music room will indicate as much, a nice big "KEEP OUT PLEASE ♥" to make sure everything's set up just right before the festivities start. The tables are set up just right for snacks and all, the stage is set, the room is even decorated with hand-made streamers and lots of bright ribbons from the art room! When Misa goes hard, she goes hard, apparently. The floor isn't exactly a dance floor, but it should be nice enough that people can dance if they want to, and though she had a really hard time pushing everything around to make the perfect amount of space, it looks like it's about as good as it's going to get.

The guests'll be happy to know there aren't any penalty snacks this time around; nothing set out on the table looks gross or horribly out of place like at Truth or Dare. Everything looks pretty cute, actually; between the desserts and the actual cocktails set out, she and Aqua kind of outdid themselves in terms of meal planning. As for the host herself, she'll obviously be running around too, making sure everything's going okay; one would think that between prepping the food and the party itself, she wouldn't have much time to get herself all dolled up, but a model always has to look her best! And Misa certainly isn't giving anything less than 110 percent, between her short black dress and her ma-- jesus Misa save some glitter for everyone else

In any case, the party is definitely intended to be a late-night affair! And all are welcome, so feel free to come in and dance the night away! Misa even has a bunch of masks in different colors made for people who didn't have time to make one themselves, so don't be shy to grab one and have fun! ]

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[sleepingkogoro]

[Mouri waves at Gabriel, he's still busy eating stuff]

Suppose so. It has been a while since I went to a party. [nom]

Not interested in dancing, though. I don't know to dance.

[notjustawriter]

Can't say I know how to dance either, really. A friend and I used to go dancin' in a club when we were young, to pick up women, you know?

But not so much anymore.

[sleepingkogoro]

Why, got married already?

[Mouri didn't even get to do that due to the joys of childhood friend romance. And now, well, he flirts with pretty women almost anywhere, Vault included]

Or too busy to do that anymore?

[notjustawriter]

Hell, no!

[Well, that was a fast reaction...]

I'm just too busy; hard to find a date when you're tryin' to save the world.

[sleepingkogoro]

Saving the world.

[Sigh]

If you had told me that the first day we got here I wouldn't have believed you, but by now there's no reason to be in disbelief about anything.

How do you save the world? Do you have powers nobody has found out about yet?

[notjustawriter]

I don't really know, to tell you the truth. I've only worked on one other case before the one I was working on before the Kingmaker decided I needed to be here.

No powers. Just my wit and the library in my great uncle's castle.

[....]

Most of it's in German, though. Can't read a thing.

[sleepingkogoro]

It must have been a big case, either way. You didn't seem like the investigator type to me, your profile just says you are a novelist.

...well it also says you are a Schattenjargerber but I have no idea what that is supposed to mean.

[Mouri doesn't even remember how that is supposed to be pronounced]

[notjustawriter]

Schattenjäger.

[He says it slowly. Sha-ten yay-ger]

Means I look into cases of alleged monsters for people.

[.....]

I... suppose it was a big case. In the end, I didn't fulfill my duties as a Schattenjäger.

[sleepingkogoro]

A paranormal investigator, then!

[Sure, why not]

Because at the end it wasn't a monster, right? Your world is sane and doesn't have things like zombies or werewolves, all reports you receive are actually people pretending to be a monster or outright false reports...right?

[Please, somebody assure Mouri he is not the only one from a completely normal world! Technically Norman came from one too but ew, Norman]

[notjustawriter]

....No, not at all, actually.

It was all real.

[hahaha... he doesn't really like talking about it much]

[sleepingkogoro]

[Long suffering sigh]

I should have supposed that. I still can't believe I'm the only one who lives in a world that doesn't have anything weird or magical.

[notjustawriter]

Believe me, I wish I didn't live in a world where magic could be used to kill people and ghosts and monsters were real.

[sleepingkogoro]

It could be worse. At least you and other people like you are there to help deal with that stuff. It is something anyone can respect.

Not just anyone would know what to do. I wouldn't, at least.

[notjustawriter]

Thank you.

To tell you the truth, though, I'm doin' all of this blind; I don't know what the hell I'm doing.

[sleepingkogoro]

There's no shame on doing things blindly. Everything starts like that.

What matters is to actually get somewhere. I bet you are perfectly able to do that.

[notjustawriter]

I suppose so.

It still doesn't give me a lot of experience; after all, I've only done it once before.

[And he'd started on that path entirely by accident.]

[sleepingkogoro]

Want to talk about it? I have always wondered how paranormal investigators work.

[That is a lie. He always thought paranormal investigators were shams, but why not to hear more about Gabriel? Mouri knows almost nothing about him, this is the chance to find out more about this man]

[notjustawriter]

You want to know anything in particular?

[He's not really sure where to start, to be honest.]

[sleepingkogoro]

[Mouri hadn't thought of something specific, but now that Gabriel asks...]

How did a normal person like you get involved into something like dealing with monsters and potential world-ending moments?

[notjustawriter]

My great uncle.

He started trying to get in contact with me-- my grandfather, his brother, decided to run from the family, thinkin' it was all fake.

I was researching a series of murders for a novel; as it turned out, he was looking into the same thing, because my ancestors got tied up in a similar incident centuries ago.

[sleepingkogoro]

So there was something developing for centuries already?

[And it took so long for somebody to find out about it?]

[notjustawriter]

An ancestor of mine fell in love with a witch and gave her a sacred talisman.

[He lifts up the one on his neck.]

She killed him, kept it for herself, and it was lost to my family for generations. It wasn't until last year that my great uncle and I recovered it.