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Who: Orihara Izaya and all residents of Vatheon
Where: Izaya's penthouse or on your character's SFC
When: All throughout the day
Style: Action, prose, video, audio, text- up to you.

[It's around morning when all SFCs in Vatheon get the following text message:]

Hello Vatheon residents. My name's Orihara Izaya~. I'm a resident in Larmline Apartments and I live in the penthouse at the top. If any of you know anything about the penthouse, you'd know that it has four bedrooms.

I, unfortunately, am only one man.

So-oh! I'm looking for a roomie~!!!

But of course since you'll be living me I won't be accepting just annnnyone.

If you're interested, please respond~! Or stop by and I can interview you or something to see if we're a good fit! I might take on two roommates if there's just too many perfect people for me to decide between.

Bye bye bii!! ☆

[Now, it's up to your character whether or not they want to stop by in person or call Izaya back on the offer. We can always go from SFC communication to action. Any way works for me.]

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[Ion obviously thought it out, getting a box of variety pastries and making it obvious which flavor was which. He knew that some people didn't like sweets, so he'd chosen all sorts in the hopes that at least one would be appealing. Following Izaya's lead, he sits down in the chair in front of the desk and tilts his head.]

Ahh, points? I'm not sure I understand what you mean. I hope you can find something you like in there, though!

[This was certainly strange. An interview to stay somewhere. It made sense, though - who's to say that they would get along? They'd only be able to tell by meeting.]

Was this a package deal or did you pick them out individually?

[He fingers the pastries before he finally picks one out that doesn't appear to be too sweet from the outside.]

Y'know, I never just live with people. I'm a really private kind of guy. In the city I used to live in, people couldn't even buy information about me. I was priceless. I'm what you might call an informant. And I'm telling you this because I'm not looking for just a roommate. I need someone reliable.

[He bites into the pastry and after a moment of chewing, takes another bite. It wasn't so bad.]

Problem is. I'm not really very conventional. And you seem like a sweet boy, Ion. So why don't you tell me about yourself hm? And don't leave the gritty details out.

I picked them out. That's not strange, is it?

[He shifts around in his chair uncomfortably. Don't leave the details out? The details were classified; it's what he'd been told when he was created... but this was not his world, and there was no reason to hide what he was. How to explain what he was would be a little difficult.]

The details may vary a bit depending on what you want to know. Do you want to know about my life in particular, or the life of the person I was replicated from...?

No. Just says something about who you are.

[He picks at his pastries some more until he finds another that looks good.]

In a good way.

[He bites into the pastry yet again, seeming to be perfectly uninterested in the boy across from him.

Of course. Until he says that little something interesting- the little something that Izaya always cared about. His eyes flick up and he drops the pastry into the box. He closes the lid and leans back into his chair.]

Aheh. You just became interesting. Why don't you tell me about both in a way that makes sense, hm? And then maybe I'll let you ask a question. But you should consider your question carefully. Anyway, go ahead. I'm listening.

[And he was]

Very well.

[He closes his eyes. It seems like he's trying to remember something far away.]

I am the seventh replica of Fon Master Ion. A Fon Master is a religious leader of sorts on my world whose primary duty is overseeing the Score.

[Ion doesn't explain the Score. He can't even imagine a world without one.]

The original Fon Master foresaw his own death and ordered the replication process. Out of the seven replicas that were created, I was the only one capable of both reading the Score and using Daathic Fonic Artes, so I was chosen as his replacement. I was trained to take over where he left off and programmed with basic information so that my age wouldn't be too obvious.

[Ion opens his eyes and smiles.]

I suppose I didn't do too good of a job at it, though. I died before coming here, after all.

[Izaya tilts his head to the side as he listens, his expression curious but he takes down every word mentally. He'd always made a good informant due to his lack of dependency on paper, written or typed information. Once he read anything or heard anything, he mostly remembered it.]

Sounds like you're not the typical religious leader. What type of training did you undergo? Anything that might be useful like medicinal practices or fighting skills? Or was it mostly just how to preach to the people?

Also, I can't help but ask- is it so wise to be so trusting? You seem like a pretty naive guy. Do you really think that's a good quality? Sure, you can't be killed in Vatheon but sometimes death isn't always the worst fate available.

[Ion fixes him with a blank stare. The replica isn't aware that he doesn't have a soul, all he knows is there was nothing there when he died. It had been so terrible that his mind had refused to even acknowledge it when he initially woke up in Vatheon.]

Death is the worst fate. There's just... nothing.

[He goes back to the other questions.]

Most of my training was in fonic artes and reading the Score. I do know some healing fonic artes, but I was advised to not use any since I was rather sickly. I'm hoping that's not a problem here, the coral seems to have healed me somewhat. Perhaps I am a little naive, but does it matter? Large happenings are written within the Score.

[Ion tilts his head at Izaya. It's almost like he doesn't realize that reading the Score is reading the future.]

[Something about that particular sentence....It makes Izaya stiffen and his eyes widen.]

Is that right?

[He looks down at the box, sliding his finger over the lid. Distractions. That's right, distractions were good.]

What was it like?

[He removes his finger from the box before he shakes his head to Ion.]

I don't use the coral unless I have to. I don't like depending on that sort of thing when I don't know what it's actually doing to my body, to my mind. And I don't really trust Vatheon enough to give it any reason to make me in debt to it just because it saved my life or stopped blood flow.

You shouldn't depend so much on religion. Maybe in your world it isn't so- but from where I come from, religion was just a fictitious way of giving humans hope of some sort of pleasant afterlife so that death didn't seem so scary. It was a way that they could accept death without truly accepting what death entails. So what was your religion like? I've learned by now that some worlds, their religion and their gods were as real as they are. Not fairy tales. But reality.

What was it like...?

[Involuntarily, he starts to remember it. All of the light fades from Ion's eyes.]

I fell apart into nothingness. There was no pain, no pleasure, no light or darkness or even time... only nothing.

[He manages to pull himself out of it, a light sheen of sweat covering his face.]

Our religion is not about the afterlife. It simply is about the story of the planet and the planet's memories - what was, what is, and what will be. The Score is the history of the planet from its birth to its end, and the Order of Lorelei reads the Score to the people.

[For a frigid moment, Izaya's not entirely sure what to do with that answer.

But then he calmly reassessed the situation: they were in Vatheon. The land of the undying practically and he didn't need to worry about that.

Though a voice at the back of his head wondered what if he were to go back home? What then? But all worlds were different- so he couldn't hold faith to just this one experience.

So he's just going to nod slowly to this answer and instead focus on the later part. Although he does lean over the desk, pulling his sleeve up over his own hand somewhat to pat at Ion's face.]

You're sweating. It's fine, nn? You're not dead anymore.

[And then he lowers his hand.]

Yeah, but is your religion reality? Truth? I know plenty of religion tries to set up how the world was created and all of that. That's basic religion. But I come from a world with several religions and all of them just childish theories when you got down to it. You use the word history. Is there proof of your world having come into existence through the way your religion states?

[Not that it's important but Izaya is curious.]

[Ion seems grateful for the contact, it reminds him that he's really here. Izaya's attitude about religion is a little surprising to him, though.]

You don't have a Score in your world, then? The proof of the Score is in the fact that it knows what will happen in the future, not just what has happened. I would like to believe that it's one of many possible futures and that the whole story of the planet isn't set in stone, but the Score is extremely accurate. Even those who disregard it and never have it read act according to it.

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