test drive 1

[brain_empty]

[Ryoko Otonashi, Ultimate Forgetful Girl (maybe?) was walking through Hope's Peak Academy open square. Dorms, class buildings, and cafeteria and convenience store all accessible. She didn't particularly stand out at all except...]

...Why am I walking here?

[She checked her notebook, nodded, then kept going, for about another minute before...]

...Why am I walking here?

[She peeked down again. Some students nearby tried to wave, but they were ignored. She had a problem and any distractions would delay her more than what was already happening.

Unfortunately for Ryoko, it was a terrible problem that was stopping the traffic more than it reasonably should've, and soon people learned just not to walk behind her or around her at all.]

Comments

[brain_empty]

...Jeez, Kokichi. If you really did that, I'd have to re-evaluate my whole "You treat me as a human being who exists," impression of you.

[she's writing notes...]

[lieindespair]

Who's to say I can't do both?

[ He pauses, craning his neck to try to read her notepad. ]

...Did you really think that about me?

[brain_empty]

Hey, don't try to read it. Do I try to slice open your head, put your brain up to some machine, and look over all of your memories?

...Anyway, I wrote it, and I don't write fake things. Ever.

[lieindespair]

You saying you wouldn't if you had the chance?

[ Ooh, a moral quandry... ]

Oh really? Not a single one? How do you determine what's fake and what's not?

[brain_empty]

Just like that. I don't write fake things. If I'm not sure what I'm writing is one-hundred percent, then I keep trying until I get it right.

[she sighs]

Would you want to give yourself a false identity?

[lieindespair]

A false identity? For what purpose? [ As if that hasn't been his entire personality since he enrolled. ] That's stupid. Wouldn't a person wanna be well-known?

[brain_empty]

--I don't know about being well-known, but exactly. You want to be 'you'. If you don't have a history that gives you an identity then you can't be 'you'. So... do you get it now?

[lieindespair]

Hm....

[ He appears to spend a moment in thought before grinning and leaning back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the table. ]

Nope! Not even a bit. Y'know, now that I think about it, a false identity could be really useful, you know. What if you're a criminal? Or someone famous who just wants to be common folk for a little while!

[brain_empty]

Well, that's the thing though. You wouldn't know. You wouldn't even know what being a criminal was like.

[lieindespair]

Or would you? Who's to say you're not just faking it? Keeping all those notes so you don't mix up your story, huh? After all, once lies get too big, you tend to forget who you've told what and how much some people know. It's tricky business, I can tell you that much.

[brain_empty]

...Wait, you mean me? Me personally? Me, me?

[lieindespair]

You see any other weirdos with notebooks and no memory running around?

[brain_empty]

You want to ask Yasuke if I'm faking it?

[lieindespair]

No thanks. Sheesh, lighten up, can't you tell when someone's just fucking with you?

[brain_empty]

No, I just thought... it might be a fair question. I can't explain what's inside my own brain, can I? I myself don't remember not remembering things, until I realize there's some sort of discrepancy in what's happening around me from what I'm doing. But, from your point of view, it might look like I'm just a big liar who's... constantly keeping track of things.

But... that's not true, right? You were just fucking with me, right?

[she looks down, to her notebook.]

Am I a fraud...? No... if I was a fraud, then what happened to the rest of my memories...?

[lieindespair]

[ He considers for a moment on how to answer. Sure enough, he gives her a big grin. ]

Duh. It's so easy to fuck with the naive, you know. And a LOT of fun, too!

[As to whether or not he actually believes this truly... is a mystery. ]

1/2

[brain_empty]

[Despite his admission she looks down, as if she's having a true existential crisis. Her face a twisted expression of shock, horror, and... anger. Slowly growing more intense...]

[brain_empty]

[...until it disappears utterly when she looks up again.]

Um. [She flips back.] ...Yes, I guess I really do think that, Kokichi. That you treat me like just another human being.

[She smiles back.]

[lieindespair]

[ What was that look on her face? Did he say something weird? Say something to upset her? He watches her carefully and takes another drink from his soda, saying nothing for the time being. ]

Well you are, aren't you? I don't see a crown on your head or a parade of monks following you or anything. Why shouldn't you be treated just like everyone else?

That includes being fucked with. Expect it some more.

[brain_empty]

...Right. That's right! So it's not a crazy thing at all.

[she's back to writing]

Oh yeah? Well... then you'd better expect it right back!

[lieindespair]

Please. As if you'd actually be able to fuck with me like that. I'm the king of fucking with people. Being able to actually get me like that is gonna be quite a task, you know. Ask anyone, they'll tell you exactly what they think about me when it comes to that.

[brain_empty]

Okay, I'll go ask.

[She starts to stand up.]

[lieindespair]

Huh? You're actually going to do it right now?

[ He snorts and laughs out loud. He's sure she won't like any of the answers she hears but hey, he did suggest it, and there's really nothing he can do to stop her. And he'd be silly to think he doesn't have a reputation, after all. ]

[brain_empty]

[She glances between the three groups, then approaches the boys who were snickering at them both earlier.]

Hey! Can I ask you something...?

[They get weird expressions on their faces. As if a goldfish had come up to them and started talking to them. But, it seems they answer a little bit, while Ryoko's pen moves to take notes..]

[lieindespair]

[ Kokichi watches with a vague interest, already having a fairly good idea about the type of things they're going to say about him, very few of them nice if any. It's not an uncommon thought amongst his peers, he knows. And that's okay. He doesn't mind it all that much. If it makes him harder for other people to approach him, then all the better. ]