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Long live USE Dark Star Bureau Court Director Gallerian Marlon.

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--- - A game show.

  He was on a horrid game show that would feature him contorting his body even worse than a contortionist could. Gallerian looked at the colored circles in sheer horror; a child could do this, of course, their bones weren’t hardened yet, but he was a 39 year old man who had fathered two daughters and they expect him to do this?!

“Wait a minute, wait a minute! Is there something to be won out of this?”

  The stock question was asked; a game show must have a price. And it’d better be cash; he needed it. Fast. If it was something incredibly stupid, then he’d risk walking out of the show, even if it’ll make him reputed as a sore loser.

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Oncoming Twister

“My fellow Hive City-ians. Normally I use this broadcast to bring you the true art of Slamming. Well today, I use it to bring you a true, dire message, of grvae importance.”

The broadcast that had been Kazuya sitting in a chair that vaguely resembled a certain world leader’s office in the background would suddenly turn black. 

“A Twister is on its way.”

Suddenly the lights returned, and with the sarcastic smile he would begin to be known for, Kazuya stood on the CittaSlam arena, with 4 others behind him. In between him and the 4, a white mat with different colored circles laid on the ground. In Kazuya’s hand was a board with a spinned in the middle, also covered in colored dots.

“Let the challenge to see who will be the survivor of this storm commence!”

Hitting the black plastic and watching it spin, Kazuya held his hand in the air as if he were starting a Slam match. As it stopped, he preparred to make his announcement.

“LEFT FOOOOT!”

Giving a slight pause to increase the tension(?), Kazuya let his voice hang in the air. Finally, he swung his hand down, and the second command was read.

“BLUUUUUUE!”

And the game was off.

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Send ✆ for a morning text

Send ♔ for an angry text

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Send ☠ for misguided advice

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Character development questions

10. Does your muse believe one should always work hard to get what they want or would your muse take a kind offer without feeling the need to repay it? What do they expect when they lend/give something to someone?

Even if Gallerian is not a man of justice, he would still believe that one must work from rock bottom all the way to the top. His efforts certainly paid off for him, eventually granting him the highest position in the judiciary of the Union State of Evillious courts. On the other hand, he does know that nothing comes for free, that everything comes with a price, and he expects favors or monetary rewards when he lends anything to anyone.

16. Are they addicted to anything at all? Do they crave something when they haven’t had it in a while? Has this ever endangered them or others?

Money. It caused the burning of his house, and his daughter shooting him in the head.But asides from money, Gallerian is an enthusiast for movies, to which he simply loves them. Unfortunately, he’s incredibly stingy in the production of one, and was even verbally called a stingy person by his mistress, Ma.

17. What prominent habits does your muse have and how would they respond if they were forced to change them? Are they adaptable or dependent on their routines?

Gallerian is highly adaptable, believing that it is one of the ways to actually progress in the legal world as well as the real world. He doesn’t have any prominent habits as of canon yet, but if he does, and if he has to change them, he’d begrudgingly do so. He’s quite flexible in his routines, but just don’t call him to work too late at night.

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favorite food: Marble cheesecakes, watermelons, vanilla milkshakes

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Character Development Questions

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What’s an important lesson your muse has learned over the past few years and how has that changed the way they live?

How does the time your muse lives in influence their lifestyle? Are they happy they’re born in their time, or do they fantasise about a different era?

Does your muse focus mainly on one long term goal or multiple short term ones? What do they think about the reachability of their goals and what are they?

Is your muse an optimist or pessimist and how does this influence their choices?

Does your muse have any irrational fears that hold them back in life? Do they come from experience (trauma) or is it, for instance, part of a belief system they have?

Is your muse looking for a long term relationship? Are they in one? What do they think of marriage and binding themselves to someone?

What does your muse get out of relationships (be it friends, family or a significant other)? Do they find it energising or exhausting to keep up with?

How selfish/selfless is your muse? To what extent would they sacrifice themselves for others and is there anything they’d not give up?

What does your muse think of time/aging? Does getting older scare them? (Alternatively, for immortal muses: How does their immortality effect their relationships with mortals?)

Does your muse believe one should always work hard to get what they want or would your muse take a kind offer without feeling the need to repay it? What do they expect when they lend/give something to someone?

What are your muse’s thoughts on race? Are they biased/racist? Are they aware of discrimination; do they participate in it or do they ignore it? Are they discriminated against?

Is the way your muse sees themselves similar to how others see them or is it (very) different, due to mental illness/keeping secrets/etc.?

When faced with a tricky situation will your muse be proactive or passive? Will they, for instance, try to get involved when they’re not or will they try to get away when they are?

Do they take control or give control or do they believe in sharing power? What are their thoughts on control versus submission (either sexually or in relationships in general)? What do they think of authority?

How materialistic are they? Do they often throw things out or are they hoarders? Do they store their memories in their heads, in photo albums or in countless of boxes of belongings in the attic?

Are they addicted to anything at all? Do they crave something when they haven’t had it in a while? Has this ever endangered them or others?

What prominent habits does your muse have and how would they respond if they were forced to change them? Are they adaptable or dependent on their routines?

What skills does your muse have and how did they come to have them? Was it hard work to learn them? What do they use their skills for? Are there any skills your muse wishes they had?

How concerned are they with their appearance and how do they regard the appearance of others? Do they find it important? Do they enjoy aesthetically pleasing people?

What does your muse think of secrets? Do they keep many or a few and what is their motivation to keep something secret? Have they ever been hurt by a secret someone else kept from them?

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--- - “Can money really buy happiness? Isn’t the correct term:          ‘Money can buy things that can make you momentarily happy’?”

   Unless money was used to bribe for an acquittal, or to permanently  acquire a prostitute for the purpose of marrying her for love. The former was legitimate, the latter was just pure trash fiction.

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--- - “Have you heard? It appears that Sector One is growing more annoying         by the day. Isn’t there a way to stop the buildings from switching places?”

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--- - “Planning to. Unfortunately, there aren’t so many lawyers here; if I          were to train them professionally, it would take a long time as well.”

   It was almost true; he couldn’t find any lawyers around the area. At most, he was the only judge, and if he were to return to his lawyer days, he’d end up dusting off his old skills and putting them to use. Horrible, really. 

The idea of filing a case with the sole purpose of bringing down the scientists behind this situation had been exactly as it sounded, childish, but Mars was a woman who acted on impulse. At the time, when not thinking rationally, she was certain she’d win— mainly because they could not cover up such obvious kidnapping. Still, it was ironic that a criminal like her would even attempt to find a law office. Winning a case meant money though, and Mars could never have enough of that.

“Then this dump needs one, the underworld here is pretty hectic from what I hear. It could offer some fun while I’m here. You planning on setting one up?”

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--- - “White Day, hm? The trouble is, I’ve no one to give chocolates to, even if          I can make a decent batch of them...”

.....

...Or he could sell them.

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--- - “Good to meet you as well. I’m Gallerian.”

  If this wasn’t an interesting way to meet up with a person, what was? As  far as he knew, this was one of his most entertaining reactions with a person, and Gallerian found that he couldn’t remember when was the last time that he actually laughed this much.

      “ Sorry, mate. Good ideas don’t always make for good results. ” he’d abandon his racket on the court, gesturing in the other direction before walking, miserably trying to seem as though he was not out of breath.

      “ I’m Elijah. Good to meet you, even under the circumstances. ”

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--- - "If anything, I am rather glad that most of my associates are not in          the city, with all honesty. Though, there is my daughter-- she recently         arrived."

  Undesirable people. Was he a man who feared the undesirable? At most, he was a man who didn't even stop to look at the undesirable even if it showed up in front of his face; he was too busy running to chase an  impossible goal. Such are people, and he was no exception.

  But his daughter was here; surely there was something about it. And of all daughters, they chose the one who invited the jaundiced eye, and yet,  he found that he was alright with it. Paternal feelings?

Maybe.

❝ Please. You haven’t in the slightest. In the absence of old friends, ❞ (fleetingly, thin lips pull into something almost a smile, however wry: he uses the term loosely, needless to say) ❝ new acquaintances do nicely enough ��� and then some, in the more fortunate circumstances. ❞ The conductor inclines his head towards this new acquaintance of his in question then. Quite pointedly so, even. Perhaps one he has deemed to be genuinely enjoyable company deserves to be exempt from his flattery, but it’s an awful habit of his. 

Besides, while he laces his words with this sweetness, he’s not altogether lying. He shouldn’t want to presume anything of their acquaintanceship, as recently as it has begun, and yet— Ah, credit given where credit is due. 

❝ …Alas, I do not have any known acquaintances in this great expanse of a city. Only as far as I am aware, perhaps, but without wanting to confer on myself a certain— ah, self-importance, I do not doubt they would have found me by now. ❞

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--- - "You're not really--"

  Ah, forget it. He had more time to wipe the sweat from his brow instead of getting frustrated. But Gallerian had to agree that they needed water, and  he ended up laughing instead.

"That makes us two amateurs, then. Come. Let's get some water."

      “ I’m not really…a tennis teacher, so I wouldn’t know, really. To be honest, that was the first game I’ve ever played and probably ever will play. ” a pause. his ‘good idea’ of telling that lie certainly had backfired on him and now he was left to his own devices with a near-stranger. “ Let’s find some water? ”

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--- - And thank God. He stopped. 

  "I couldn't agree more-- it's intolerable out here;    let's take a rest somewhere. Thank you for taking    the time to teach me, but I think that I would need    a lot more practice than where that came from...."

      tennis was not his game of choice. rather…he wasn’t suited for any sport, but he found himself playing it nonetheless after a little white lie (of course I know how to play tennis; I’m a great teacher!).

                 politicians don’t have time for sweating, either.

                                     good thing he’s not a sore loser. not when it comes to this.

      “ But it’s so hoooot out today— ”

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--- - He checked his phone.

"Murder must be dealt."

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--- - A sample of fresh air.

  Probably, that was what Gallerian would dub the encounter; as of now, he was certainly in no position to judge his new acquaintance upon first sight,  but that was not in his place to do so legally either, as the city seems to  lack a proper judicial system. The law was not written, but obeyed at the same time, making everything rather paradoxical to the point where most of the inhabitants would turn a blind eye to unfamiliar happenings.

  But these were two good fellows having a nice chat in a nice city, and that was all that mattered. No need for the dark secrets, no need for the concealed, ugly matters that they did. They could always either stay hidden, or reveal themselves at a later time-- the judge couldn't care less.

"I do hope that I have not bored you; it would be frightful if I did. Do you not have anyone in this city that you know? Ah, but then again, it would be undesirable to have a dreaded foe to be selected-- it wouldn't be pleasant company at all."

Whether the two have as much in common with one another as first seems is…doubtful. They share a certain degree of elegance as gentlemen, and they’ve a shared interest in morality and all that might be associated with it— And yet he would hesitate to do the good fellow a disservice and liken him to himself. Perhaps there is something more than mere appearance just as well, but for as rotten as the Wiedergänger himself is, he has at least the grace to make no such assumptions after having only just met him. 

Undeniably, though, this Gallerian (curious name, but as ever he is no-one to judge) is an interesting man, and makes for no unpleasant company. 

❝ Herr Marlon — again, a pleasure. ❞ His back straightens, and hands move to now rest neatly behind him as he reiterates the courtesy: it’s true enough, for once. ❝ I make no effort to seek good company, I must confess, so that chance has bestowed upon me yours is a blessing. A man misses home only so far as he has a place to know as ‘home’ in the first place, ❞ (and perhaps something glimmers knowingly in his eye then) ❝ but even so, I am glad that I have…accommodated you in this way. ❞