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Sunshine said
Which leads me to my next point! We need lot's of doomed romance. Unfortunately Gold is too old for most of the girls and Akira wants to annihilate everyone so she's unavailable. This means I'll have to live vicariously through another pair. Personally, I'm rooting for Hikaru and Marina because they're both suitably creepy enough for one another, haha. In a good way.

Well, maybe, maybe not ultimately Akira is 'Just trying to defend herself', only being pro-active seems to her like the best way to do so since she has no idea what intention people have. If she's put in a situation where another diary user can chose between her life and her death and decide to spare her, of course she'd be kind of more trusting of them. While at first she'd be willing to make an alliance, the less people would remain outside of the alliance, the more she'd be constantly suspicious of those inside it.

BioHazard said
I indeed have seen Redial, a long time ago though. It was very cool although I wish we would go more into some other characters. Haha, I will see how the relationships will develop. My character is also kinda old he's 29 so...Well Murmur has given us diaries, we were summoned by Deus who explained the survival game, and now we are going to look who everyone is responding to it. Reginald is also trying to look for Gold.Also @everyone, maybe I should just make a throw away character to be the first one to be killed. Unless two people want to make a second character.

I was kinda thinking of doing that, since Gold got a dead end.

I was thinking of the guy with the conspiracy diary, paranoiac excitable guy who's kind of a nobody, noticed the silhouettes of people and thought to see Gold's. Went on to murder him, just to be sure, the guy moved before he could reach him, in his mind it makes it thus very probable that indeed he does have a diary which is self centered on himself and he keeps tracking him using probabilities. Probably went on to a hotel kind of luxurious based on the ones he went on before, establish a list of most likely candidate, and go through them before he found the good one.

So this was what explained the updates that showed future events. Thus far Reginald's journal had been 100% accurate at all time. He remembered his encounter with the small imp, making herself pass as part of the new recruits. Other than her small size she hadn't been hard to detect since the only english words she spoke had been 'Yes sir.'. He had hesitated to grab her, maybe he was becoming insane and there was no reason to point that to the other soldiers, but when they left his office, he had closed the door before she left. Muremure was her name, servant of Deus, God of Causality. It seemed outlandish, but after his journal began to show future events he had to believe it. And now, a game for godhood. He stared at the edit history of his log entries (The shortest way to find new additions) and raised an eyebrow. Yet another edit, the same source: The University.

There were only a few edits that came out of the predetermined timeline, out of nowhere. Since all was destined to happen it had been logical to determine that only those with diaries could, by knowing the future, change the timeline. It was another invention being announced by a certain 'Akira Nakai', resident super genius. 'Physical demonstration of wireless and radio-less communication through Quantum Entanglement, the possibility of communicating instantly between two points anywhere in the universe.'. Of course he'd have noted that, such a thing would be of invaluable use to the British Armed Forces, any army in fact. Still, this meant that by all likelihood she, or someone close to her that could tip her with how to do these science fiction project, was also a diary user. Well, at least she did some good for humanity with it and didn't kill people. He looked down again, his eyes opened wide.

Popular TV reality show star 'Gold' found dead in his apartment, police investigation for murder.

This had just came in! Reginald quickly looked at the date on the entry and the current date. It was tomorrow. He quickly got up and grabbed his coat and closed his laptop, putting it inside its case. Well, at least since he was chief of security and made the schedules, he could take time off when he wanted. Still, as he walked downstairs to his car he considered this. Most likely someone with a diary was after Gold, if Gold himself had a diary however was to be determined. He quickly considered the fact that even if he tried to protect a diary user, he might just kill him in return... no, he couldn't think like that, until proven otherwise Gold was innocent and had to be defended like any other person.

Hishida Phone Service. There were many other phone companies of course, but really they all used the network coverage Hishida provided, building phone towers was an expensive thing, and this worked in her favor. As she was waiting in the lobby, she was called and headed to an elevator that quickly got up to the last floors, management level. She made her way through offices to the largest, the CEO. "Ah, miss Nakai! You caught me off guard a bit with this phone call, I didn't expect you to respond to our last offer." Akira politely bowed and sat as the CEO was indicating a chair in front of his desk.

"I'm afraid I didn't come here seeking employment, but rather to make an offer of possible collaboration with the university and myself." The man raised his eyebrow, intrigued.

"Oh? And what might that be?" Akira presented to him a small folder she had assembled quickly and continued.

"The department of sociology has developed an idea of a program to track the people's movement to study their life habits, see if people going to bars for example also tend to exercise and the likes, which could prove valuable data about the life of the modern Japanese population to be modeled for the healthcare program and so forth." The man looked at the data quickly, most of it being gibberish for him really.

"That's good and all that, but there are a few things that complicate this. First, the privacy policy, second, why couldn't the sociology student come here themselves? Or better yet, get a sample of people and convince them to download this tracker themselves and third... what would this company gain from this?" All questions she had expected. The man closed the folder and began to star at Akira.

"Well sir, the fact that you know by my name if why they asked me to come here, since they feared anyone else, too unknown, wouldn't be able to meet you. Privacy is also why they wanted to use your resources. You see, if people are aware of the tracker, knowing they are observed could get them to do things they normally would not or not do things they would, making the study worthless. As for why you should do this, well." Akira faked hesitation.

"Well, the data would also be available to you and thus, knowing what population goes where would make good material for specific add targeting and since it is for a scientific study, it wouldn't be privacy invasion. Plus, this would allow me to know of your way of operating, thus making my integration easier if I should work with your company and also, if the government should make a contract to use the tracker for things like census or health evaluation of the population, you, as the company already knowledgeable of this process, would get the contract."

The boss man smiled and nodded his head. No risk, possible profits and no real expenses either. "I do think we have a deal miss Nakai, you and your associates will get access to our network and I will inform IT of it. I do hope it is the start of a long and profitable relationship."

Akira got up, bowed and left. As she went down the elevator she smirked. It was true sociology would use this for their projects, but she would run her own software above their own, to find the habits of people, their routine, and above all, discrepancies in those, signs of unplanned events or decisions, things that could be triggered by knowing the future. Not taking the train like usual just when the train is late was a good example, abnormal luck.

Reginald arrived to the apartment building. A luxurious thing fit for a star of the man's caliber no doubt about it. He entered and walked to the counter where a man was. He was alone in the lobby except for him and 3 other men in suits. Security agents visibly, you couldn't just walk in and go to Gold's room. "Good day sir, I wish to speak with Mister Gold. The man looked up from his paper and smiled.

"I'm sorry sir, but mister Gold specifically wished to not be bothered by visitors." Of course it couldn't be this easy, he was a star after all. Well, time to put this Oxford Comedy skill to use.

"Yes, I expected you to say that, anything other would have been surprising. Look, I came here during the weekend, invited by the man, to organize a soiree between the British Ambassador and the Japanese Minister of Foreign affair, don't ask me why he'd be there, the minister and ambassador have particular tastes in entertainment. I have the number of his manager and he doesn't answer it, it's urgent. Could you perhaps call him and tell him of me? If he refuses to answer there will be no wrong now will it?"

The secretary looked at the guards. He had guessed right, he wasn't working on the weekends so he didn't know if anyone indeed had come. "...No wrong, I guess."

He composed the number and waited a bit. No answer. "Mister Gold doesn't seem to be present at the moment, he must have left."

"Well, you must have his private number then? In case you needed to contact him, of course." The secretary looked hesitant. Reginald cut him before he could even speak.

"You are composing the number, it's not like I steal it." With hesitation the man got a binder from his desk and looked through it before looking up. "Who should I say called?"

Reginald gave a polite smile. "Just say it's 'A player from Deus's game'. He'll understand." Or maybe not, still, it was a good way to know if Gold was indeed a player, not full proof but better than nothing.

The secretary handed him the phone. "Mister Gold wishes to speak with you." Jackpot. Reginald took the phone and went to sit in a corner where no one could hear him.

"Good day mister Gold, I'll spare you the details until we can met in person, should you feel confident in my intentions and me in yours of course, but I'll be brief. Recently I believe you entered a 'Dead End', as Deus called it. My Diary says that you will die tomorrow and I believe that whatever the power you have is, it also told you the same since you aren't in your hotel room, at the crime scene. I do not know the details of your death but it didn't vanish with you just moving away so you are being tracked still..."

Reginald opened his briefcase and the screen of the computer, making it come out of sleep mode. His eyes widened and his voice came to a whisper. "Gold. Check your Diary. If you are at the Honchu Plaza Hotel, get out of there!"

Popular TV reality show star GOLD dies from a fall atop the Honchu Plaza Hotel, police is investigating the cause of death.

Akira walked in the gunshop. Handguns, swords and whatnot. Hard to find, small, quiet. She walked to the counter without stoping to look at anything. She knew nothing of guns so she'd ask someone who knew better. "I need a handgun for protection. Small, concealable, easy to use, a revolver, if possible."

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