"Two Mad Scientists."
"What begins?
"You don't suddenly spill poison gas or anything."
Seeing the two white girls across the street, the wild horses whisper hiccups.
Midori's first impression of the person named Soundwood Historical Pleasure was so bad. I had a nigga laugh that distorted my mouth and ate people, my eyes behind my glasses ran blood and my hair looked as if I wasn't taking care of it. The face itself is neat with a small face, and if polished, it will glow quite a bit, but I feel like I'm ruining everything because of the inner distortion and lack of care for my appearance.
(That's not all. This guy... isn't that the same color as me or my sister?
Historical pleasure also sees at a glance that it is over-life. Midori was nursing to the point that, in terms of force alone, it was more than step two - that is, something that belonged in character even in overlife.
"What? The thin one next door doesn't seem to be your mouse. You pulled in another one besides the overlife? It's getting harder and harder to get on with. Hey. Guppy."
Historical pleasure also sees at a glance that Midori is an overlife.
"I would have liked it if you could have written down the exact details of the play."
"Gruppy. Still, you cared about me, and this is how you went out - I'm glad he's as sweet as ever. If I wrote it in a letter, I wouldn't taste it, so I distracted myself and made fun of it. Gupiu."
"It was Fumi-chan who unleashed this creature in Jong-Phantom City."
A glimpse of the two humanoids in their gaze of hatred toward Historic Pleasure, Junko said. That dialogue is like being exposed in front of a large number of wild horses that Historical Pleasure is the root of all evil, but Historical Pleasure does not move at all and remains grinning slightly.
"I'm sorry, you idiot. Smart guys skip futile conversations. I don't know if you're pretending to be a retard or explaining it because the guy next door is stupid."
"Heh, heh, are you a rabid dog that bites depending on allowances or something? Up and about."
Midori releases a disturbing air, but Historical Pleasure laughs naggingly even when she sees it.
"These guys are still working on me, aren't they? It's an intelligent life form. I'm alone. Then I have too much time to study, so I called Junko to help."
Historical pleasure said after looking at the humanoid. Based on their reaction to Historical Pleasure, everyone on the spot would have guessed that it had caught their eye quite badly.
"Weren't you supposed to duel?
"We're going to have a duel while we help with the research. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it because of me."
Strongly asserting historical pleasure.
"Hmmm...... sooo. But even if Fumi-chan doesn't want me to, I don't want to."
Junko moves to a position where he stands between humanoid and historical pleasure. It is like covering them from the pleasure of history. And it is also a presence that the humanoids try to figure out.
"Do you have a name?
"Guppy, have you finally listened to me? It's O'Annes. I put it on."
"Ugh, that's too much. Keep it out of the myth, neither did I put it on nor shit."
Midori burst into a delightful conversation.
"What!? You cute daikon! Your hair is too long to look like a monster! Bubba, bubba!
"Kasaira Daikon..."
It was Midori, who had no good impression on History from the beginning, but Hate became Max in one word now.
"I'll explain, these guys are from the ocean. So, apparently, civilization has it right, too. Fishy is about as watery as it sounds, but I still thought O'Annes was the most upbeat, and I intuitively named this the best thing I could do, rather than some weird uke-aimed naming. Guppy, if O'Annes can't do it, why is Arlaune good?"
"I see."
Junko feels just a little convincing in Historical Pleasure's rhetoric.
"He'll give you a sample. Take it back to the lab to find out."
Historical pleasure says in a transverse tone.
"Fumi-chan, why are you here?
"I'm hired by an old man named King of Trash or something. I can't tell you the details, but I have the power to make my old man's retirement concert a success."
"Huh, Harry Benjamin? It's my favorite rock and roller."
I was also checking out Midori's story about the retirement concert.
"Guppy, come here when you live. Something funny is gonna happen. O'Annes, from the beginning."
Leaving it at that, Historical Pleasure walked away.
(Thanks to Fumi-chan's arrival, I couldn't take the form of gaining the credit of these people. Could you have cooperated with me on that?
The humanoid behind it - aware of O'Annes, Junko thought so.
"I can't even talk to her, so Harry can take her place."
Casey speaks to Harry messing with the guitar in the room.
Apparently I liked the coming dream, but it was a tight order inside. Treat me well and Harry's going to be around.
"I don't care if they say so..."
Put the guitar down, Harry turns to Casey and puts his head on.
"I was always with just Harry, with no friends at all. I don't seem to be lonely. I'm a little lonely."
Words Harry never thought came out of Casey's mouth. And I'm convinced. Casey liked dealing with people anyway.
"Wouldn't it be something Casey told you if I had a conversation instead?
'I will. When Harry's talking, I'm gonna be talking to him, too. If there's anything I want to hear or say, it's just a matter of asking Harry.'
"Ha, not at all... To Casey."
I shrug my shoulders and laugh, Harry, but that look suddenly worries me.
What's the matter? Harry.
"No... I always thought about it and there was something I couldn't tell you. It's coming to an end, and I'm gonna say it."
Taking his gaze off Casey, Harry spoke out.
"If Casey never died, what kind of adulthood, what kind of life she would have lived, how happy she would have been to be married with a proper man, what she would have looked like if she had children, and so on... can you imagine that? I was always conscious."
"Hmm... I don't know"
When Harry turned to Casey after he had finished talking, Casey just said so in a hurry.
"You...... I was quite embarrassed and thoughtfully mouthed this but such a light reaction......"
'I'm the one who's embarrassed. I can't think of anything like that. "
That too, Harry is lonely and convinced. Casey's time has stopped. He died as a child and remains the same figure, and has been showing up before Harry for forty years.
(Time is stopping, so are my contents... No, maybe I'm consciously stopping you? Even though my body is getting nicely old)
Harry grinned nihilly as he looked at his hand.
"Huh, angels who have free time. I found some good playthings to play with in my spare time.
Inside the castle. Angel showed Krishna the boxes filled with bullets to the doorman and Krishna who were waiting in the refrain room.
"Paint bullets? I see."
Check the bullet in the box and Adonis reads Angel's intentions. Even if it hits the clothes, it's the type of paint that just temporarily colors and quickly drops the colorant as well.
"Are you free to combine arms trials that measure each other's power?"
"Name and Answer"
Hearing Krishna's words, Angel smiled satisfactorily.
"I wonder if anyone would join the angel play?
"Take it. Let's stand."
Krishna responded first to Angel's call.
"Sounds interesting. Just guns, right?
Adonis is concerned about it and confirms it.
"Oh. Except for guns. So it's against the rules."
"Then you won't beat me or Brother Kehiko, I guess."
"Me, too."
When I hear Angel say it, my dreams and pity seem boring.
"What about Mr. Kabadyman?
"Kabadi."
Kehiko looked at Kabadiman, but Kabadiman shouted and shook his neck sideways.
"So let's try the triplets with these three angels."
Angel pushes her sunglasses up with her index finger and laughs invincibly.
"Don't get a little excited though mock warfare"
Adonis said, with a sluggish face that seemed a little less excited.
"If you hit it, are you losing? Depends on where you hit it?
Krishna asks Angel.
"Let's make it out wherever we hit it. Up to six bullets per person. In the meantime with the rules of putting Keri on. If there are six shots fired and one survivor left but himself, the human will automatically lose. There were several guns in that shooting range for paint bullets."
Angel keeps making more and more rules, but there was no particular disagreement.
"And when you're triplets, you need to rush"
Krishna squeaks in the face and rolls her fighting spirit.
"You've got your arms and your head in sight."
Adonis puts paint bullets in his gun. Accused of Krishna's fighting spirit, Adonis also felt herself burning quietly.