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[ There's a long pause, like someone isn't sure if his mailbox is recording yet. But there's two taps against the speaker, making sure it's on, and then a voice pronounces crisply: ]

This is Itsuki Shu. Do leave a message.

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In reality, I doubt the have clothes that would fit your form, so I do not know how much of my knowledge of the area carries over, but I do know clothes. You may also just wish to wear a hat-- I believe the unit accessory would mark you as one of this unit well enough.

And that sounds like something I had done during my time on Dance Macabre. I didn’t bother with the outfits and, instead, just put on a number of unit themed accessories. However, in this case I thought I might... [ he gets onto his hind legs and takes a couple of awkward steps here and there as he makes a sweeping motion over himself with his claw. ] be a bit more vocal about the unit I’m on. [ through fashion... mostly. ] I’m not a guest star anymore, [ gets down on all fours again. ] and I appreciate Taisho giving me a home.

[ Shakes his head ]

We have done very little. This is the home you were provided with, yes, but this is a unit at odds with itself, especially as of late. Had you been a bit earlier, perhaps that would be more true.

...you all seem willing to give me a chance, and that's about as much as I can ask for right now. I... am a monster, and I'm sure that's off-putting, but there's not a whole lot I can do about that. [ nods. ] I have heard about that from a few different members. I'm sorry that's the case, because comradery among unitmates seems important, but I still intend to do my best for all of you.

[ with a loud sigh ]

Considering the monsters already on this unit, I am in no place to be picky. You do not appear to have the mind of a beast, at the very least.

I appreciate your saying that. It's... been an arduous uphill climb to get to this point.

[ once they arrive and enter the mall he just stops dead in his tracks. alright, which way. this place is big and he has no idea how to navigate it. ]

Is speech new to you, then?

[ Shu hardly seems to notice the stop, passing him and walking to a map to see what they have on which floor. ]

Somewhat. I did have to learn to talk, because my, er, species isn't predisposed to being able to speak... at least as far as I know. I -am- the only one of my kind.

Are you aware if you are the first or last of your kind?

I was created in a lab as a sort of [ clears his throat and looks a bit... annoyed at the choice of words he's going to be using, but there aren't many ways to describe it. ] pet project. My creator wanted to impress her step brother and thus... me. To my knowledge another has never been created and I don't think she had been really paying much attention to my genetic code, but instead just figuring out how to stitch something together that would work... [ his tone grows somber. ]

Creation is the highest impulse humanity has. But to create something without care is hardly doing justice to one's skills nor their creation.

[ he looks to the side, sizing him up. what on earth would possess someone to think that making that was a good idea. ]

...she had her reasons for doing it, but the reasons did not revolve around me. I was just a tool to try to drive her closer to him, but he was hard to impress. And, not only that, he was an asshole.

You regard her well, despite the mess she made of you?

...she might have made me for him, but she did care about me once I came to be. And, not only that, she's all I had. If I encountered anybody else they were keen on either dissecting me or killing me, though there's hardly a difference. I'm not entirely sure what love is, but I like to think that she may have... loved me... [ maybe. probably not, but... 8( ]

[ stops walking ]

You do not need to make excuses for her, simply because there was worse in your life.

...but she was the only bright spot.

How familiar are you with Trompe-l'œil? Specifically, have you heard of Edward H. Adelson's checker shadow.

Never heard of it. I'm not well versed in the arts, I'm afraid.

One moment.

[ He stops to pull this up on his phone, and holds it before Cypher. ]

Here. Now, which square would you say is darker, A or B?

[ peers down and the phone and squints. ] ... but aren't they the same color? [ looks from the image to shu. ]

Ah, so your species lacks the ability to adjust your perception for context. I ought to have expected no more from a beast.

[ pockets his phone again, then, and resumes walking ]

... [ narrows his eyes, feeling insulted. ] And just what is *that* supposed to mean?

[ without any apparent awareness of that. ]

You did not perceive the trick of the eye because you did not adjust for context. In humans, schizophrenics often fall prey to that as well, as the sensory and conceptual parts of their brains are theorized to not be connected the way the rest of mankind's is. I ought not to have expected something that is not even human to be able to percieve it, when even humans whose brain's machinery has stopped gears cannot. I have not the slightest idea as to how your brain is wired.

...not like a human's, clearly. [ grumbles, looking aside. ] But I didn't need to fail a stupid test for that to be made apparent. I'm a animal, a beast, a monster, and that hasn't changed. And, honestly, it never will, though I have taken several strides in the "right" direction.

How so?

Re: day 293, evening.

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