call me out v. 11.0

[misheard]

Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!

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[informantic]

[That might be a good plan, since it's already getting pretty confusing...]

And Odasaku? Is his a pen name? [It's hardly necessary for Ango to glance away when bringing up Oda, which makes the fact that he does speak volumes; he tries to hide it by pulling out his cigarettes and offering the pack to Heigo before taking one for himself.]

[devilsboringness]

He doesn't have a pen name. Guess he figured his real name was catchy enough.

[Heigo accepts a cigarette, but that doesn't mean he missed Ango looking away.]

...I heard this world's 'Oda' died before we got here, but nobody's told any of us writers anything specific.

[Dazai tried to get it out of the native Dazai, but that... didn't seem to go that well?]

[informantic]

I pity whoever was callous enough to ask for specifics.

[Yeah. Ango's not giving anything up either, and his voice is audibly frosty at the very suggestion that it's something he'd want to share.

He did bring up the topic of Oda, though, and the realization of his unfairness shows in the slump of his shoulders as he slides his lighter over to Heigo.]

If you'd like to ask about his life, I'll share what I know. Nothing else is worth celebrating with continued remembrance.

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[devilsboringness]

Dazai's got no stops in between 'sucking up' and 'no tact whatsoever'.

[Heigo thinks a second... then shakes his head.]

Why don't you tell me about yourself instead?

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[informantic]

[Dazai. Of course it was Dazai, and presumably asking the worst possible person for more details - the other Dazai. It may seem cruel for the notion to bring a hint of a smile to Ango's lips, but smiling always causes his features to soften in an appealing way, even when inspired by less-than-moral thoughts.

He blinks in surprise when Heigo changes the topic, then looks down at his drink and clears his throat uneasily. About himself? He doesn't know if he should try to blind an alternate self with his usual webwork of lies and non-answers, if there's even any point, but telling the full and hideous truth holds absolutely no appeal to him either.]

Myself... I work for the government, in the second-highest attainable position for ability users working in that specific sphere of influence. My job leaves me little time or opportunity to develop a social life or maintain hobbies. To someone like yourself, I'd probably seem like the most boring person you could imagine.

[devilsboringness]

I can imagine some pretty boring people.

[ But Ango’s right thinking they’re complete opposites. ]

So you’re not the guy who’d be censoring my work, but you’re close. Never thought I’d be sharing drinks with a government employee.

[informantic]

Oh? And what's the exact nature of your writing, that your first thought on meeting a government employee is of censorship?

[Oh, now Ango's amused, and actually as close as he ever gets to playful. His department is the furthest thing from a moral arbiter or dictator of social acceptability, and while Ango can be rather easily flustered on a personal level, even that rarely comes from a place of moral outrage. Tightly-wound is a better descriptor for him than uptight, really.

Head slightly tilted, smile lingering on his lips this time, he turns his attention more fully to Heigo while awaiting his answer.]

[devilsboringness]

Essays and short stories, but that's the boring answer. Decadent, against traditional Japanese values, counterproductive for the war effort... Disgusting, immoral, take your pick. I've heard everything.

Personally, the more public outrage it gets the more I'm proud of writing it. If nobody complains then I must have written something boring, and I'd rather go to jail than be boring.

[informantic]

Rebellion for the sake of the act itself rather than a deeper purpose? [Ango considers that, sipping at his drink with a rather lofty arch to his eyebrows, almost all the way to haughty.] That leaves you toeing a very fine line between rebellion and contrarianism, and I'm not sure anyone could find the latter as admirable as the former.

[devilsboringness]

Can't I have both?

[Ango takes a swig of his drink.]

You're too young to have been around during the war. 'Traditional Japanese values' are the stuff that sends men off as pilots to die and women to cheer their husbands as they leave. I want nothing to do with that. Rebellion for the sake of rebellion is the kind of guy I am - but it isn't as though I haven't thought about what I'm rebelling against.

[informantic]

I'm not too young to have studied history and sociology, for the record. I am aware of everything you just said.

[He also understands more than a little something about holding societal values above those that resonate with the very heart of you, but he's not about to say something so personal. He's clearly piqued, though, annoyance showing through his cool expression.]

I didn't mean to suggest that your work has no value, which I could hardly know before I've read it, only to ascertain if there was more than recklessness behind your motives. Now I know there is.

[devilsboringness]

If you were more like me, you'd have skipped out on your history classes.

[This man was briefly a teacher.]

[informantic]

[What in the hell makes this man tick...?]

Now I can't even decide if you think your own cause has any importance.

[devilsboringness]

Hey, hey, everyone's irresponsible when they're teenagers. I bet even you got into trouble.

[informantic]

I may have disagreed with an authority figure or two.

[His grin makes it quite clear that there's more to tell, but he's not sharing any of it just yet. Instead he just takes another sip of his drink.]

[devilsboringness]

[Not until Heigo gets him drunk anyway...!

But that's for later in the night.]

Scandalous. Does your boss know about your sordid past?