Saiki Kusuo: Psychic High Schooler

Independent RP Blog for Kusuo Saiki from The Disastrous Life of Saiki K (Saiki Kusuo no Sai-Nan) Read the rules before messaging!

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atarashi-coco-live:

That was like scanning an entire area and hearing everyone’s thoughts all at the same time, but without the ability to stop the scan. That sounded horrible to have to deal with. Distracting, to say the least, on top of always knowing everyone’s thoughts around you. That was like, a total bluh thing to be stuck with.

“It’s possible. But like, I think between me being able to get home okay and me knowing people, we’ll both be totally fine.” Crepes were good. At this rate hers was going to be gone very, very quickly. “And like, I totally get that. I can’t imagine being somewhere that crepes completely just didn’t exist.”

It would be a fate worse than death. Well, maybe sorta kinda. It’d be a lot less fun if nothing else.

“You get used to the unending thoughts after a while. It’d be even worse if my power wasn’t limited though. I guess you Reapers have some kind of mind reading too, huh?”

“That’s one thing we can agree on, a world without sweets is an apocalyptic world I don’t ever want to visit.” Although it’d be nice if I could have some peace while eating too. She doesn’t seem like she’s gonna leave any time soon though.

“I have a question, since you know about my whole psychic deal. Does something about my appearance make me look like I want to socialize?”

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myheroizuku:

     He let out a small, relieved sigh at the other’s reassurance. It sounded like he didn’t need to worry about a sudden invasion of super powered villains from an alternate reality, at the very least. Still, having this guy here struck him as rather dangerous. There were plenty of people who would jump at the opportunity to take advantage of someone with powers like that, so getting him home as soon as possible was likely in both of their best interests. Of course, whatever relief Izuku felt quickly vanished when the boy mentioned that he’d been reading his thoughts this entire time, and hands quickly slapped themselves over his mouth as if that would solve the problem. 

Not only was that incredibly embarrassing, but he’d better make sure not to think too much about the secrets behind One For- Nope! Not thinking about it!! Not that this guy struck him as someone who would go around sharing another person’s secrets, especially with how apathetic he seemed about his own quirk- uh, powers- but better safe than sorry, right? It was a secret carefully guarded for generations, one that even the world’s greatest heroes didn’t know about! Crap, wait, was he listening to all of this still? He took a small breath. Calm down, Izuku. You’re overthinking things. (This guy probably thinks so too.) He forced out a little chuckle, as if that would make him seem more relaxed, despite his thoughts giving him away. (He really tried not to think too deeply about that.)

“Well, I’m glad I could be of some help, at least! I’m Izuku Midoriya, by the way, but I guess you might have known that already. Either way, you… might want to try to keep a low profile. Powers are common in this world, about 80% of people have them, but some types of powers are less common than others, and almost no one has multiple quirks. Not naturally, at least. So unfortunately… a lot of people might try to take advantage of something like that. You should definitely try to be careful!”

“Wow, you can actually think even more at once. It’s actually impressive. And I’m not trying to be rude, but I actually can’t turn my telepathy off without a special ring, so I’m still hearing everything you think. You should really be careful with secrets guarded for generations, someone could just as easily read minds here after all too.”

“I’m Kusuo Saiki, you never actually thought your own name so it’s nice to meet you, Izuku. And don’t worry, I’ll be leaving as soon as my teleportation recharges.” No idea when that will be though.

Great, the last thing I’d need is people bothering me for my powers here too. “Well I’m used to keeping my powers secret. Even you’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg.”

“That said, if someone did try and take advantage of my abilities. Let’s just say they wouldn’t get very far with that. My powers can be deadly if I didn’t keep them in check.” If it weren’t for these antenna, they could even be world ending if I wasn’t careful. But I think this kid’s got enough to worry about without me telling him that.

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myheroizuku:

     “Hold on a second, is that even possible? I know some quirks are pretty unbelievable, so I guess it could be possible in concept, but could someone really have a power that great? That changes not only quirks but the whole world as we know it! Other universes being real is one thing, but the ability to travel between them, especially in an instant like that, is incredible, not to mention dangerous if you don’t know how to control it, and-” It was only when he paused to take a breath did he realise he’d been speaking out loud, to which he promptly cut himself off as to not further ramble on to the poor stranger. 

All right, this was… way more complicated than he’d originally thought, but he’d offered this person his help, and he was going to help him to the best of his abilities! Heroes shouldn’t back down just because something was more difficult than it seemed to be initially. He took a moment to think about what he was capable of doing here, finger coming to rest at his chin as he thought about his options. The only other person he could think of with a warping quirk was a villain, so getting help from someone with a similar quirk was probably out of the question, but there must be something he could do.

“Well… I don’t know if I can do much about getting home, but I can try to answer any questions you have!” Without adding too many of my own, I hope.

“Oh wow.” Most people keep their thoughts in their head. Someone needs to teach this guy how that works. Especially with runaway thoughts like that. Well that’s one more reason I probably shouldn’t tell him all my powers at once, it might actually kill him if he doesn’t stop to breathe.

“I don’t think you need to worry about this affecting your world. As far as I’m aware, I’m the only person in my world with that kind of power. And normally I can control it. Like I said, that power apparently just got stronger. It used to happen more when I was younger, I thought I’d finally reached my peak. It also usually takes 3 minutes to recharge, but I think it might take longer considering the scale of leap.”

I should probably at least tell him my one big power. At the very least, maybe he’ll be more conservative with his thoughts. “Well you’ve already been a big help already. I can also read thoughts, and yours are basically like a never ending encyclopedia.”

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myheroizuku:

     Did he really think he was joking? Who would lie about the country they were in just for some sort of prank? And to a complete stranger at that! The more this guy talked, the less sense it all made to him. Possible explanations came and went within seconds, nothing quite adding up into a proper solution, and it was honestly a miracle he wasn’t muttering out loud as he thought. He opened his mouth to reassure the other that he was being serious, but the next question thew him a bit off guard for quite a number of reasons. 

Firstly, had he been muttering out loud? It was true he didn’t usually notice when he was talking out loud to himself, so it was definitely a possibility, but more importantly…

“What?! You really don’t know? But you have one, don’t you? Temporary invisibility, or teleportation, something like that, right?” Not knowing about Musutafu City was one thing, but not knowing about quirks at all? Who was this guy?

How can one person think so many things at once? I feel like I need to take notes just to keep up. But I think I’m starting to piece together what’s going on here.

“So quirks are powers then? And the way you talk about them makes them seem pretty commonplace. That can only mean one thing...”

[He sighed and placed a hand on his temple]

“I teleported to another universe. Great, like my powers needed to get any stronger. But superpowers are extremely rare in my home and there’s no such city as Musutafu either. It’s the only explanation that makes sense.” At least that means I don’t have to worry about my secret getting out now. But how do I get home?

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shibuyacrossed:

     Ghosts with no memories who were dumb and selfish? Yeah, that hit a little too close to home. His expression quickly twisted into a taut frown, like a little kid who boasted that no candy was too sour for them before quickly meeting their match. If he had to choose between being that angry for the rest of his existence or just being erased, he’d probably pick erasure. “Point taken.” A quiet, mumbled statement before he continued on more clearly.

“I don’t know if I’d consider what Reapers do living. I mean, yeah, most of them are complete assholes, but they have it rough, too. They basically need to sic noise on Players and guard walls all day or get erased themselves. Not exactly Heaven, if you ask me.” Which, honestly, how was Kariya even still around? He never really did anything.

“Guess that is pretty rough. Definitely not the kind of afterlife I’d want.” Although sounds like one guy managed to make it work for him. “Why do all afterlives have to be so damn annoying? As if normal life wasn’t hard enough.”

Come to think of it, I’ve been talking to this guy for a while now, just standing here. Almost like my writer just got sidetracked complaining about things without really having any plot in mind. I might as well still make the most of my trip here. “Hey since you kind of ruined my getting through this huge crowded city while invisible thing, do you happen to know a good cafe with a dessert menu? I’d at least like to get something as payment for covering for my dad’s bad work ethic.”

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myheroizuku:

     Never heard of it? That was odd. It was usually pretty prominent in news cycles between U.A.’s yearly sports festivals and graduating students becoming pro’s, but he guessed it wasn’t entirely impossible for someone not to know about it. Maybe he just didn’t watch the news? There were plenty of people like that, he supposed. Though to not even know what country he was in… The oddities were certainly adding up, that was for sure.

“Really? I thought everyone had heard of it by now! We’re in Japan. Did you… get on the wrong plane, or something?” He didn’t look foreign or speak with an accent, so it was pretty strange to think that he wouldn’t even recognize his own country. From a first glance, he’d pegged his quirk as some sort of temporary invisibility, but from the way he talked, it really sounded as if he’d been teleported here. Then again, if his quirk was teleportation, shouldn’t he at least have a rough idea of where he was, given it was his own power that brought him here? People usually had pretty decent control at his age. Unless… had someone else teleported him here?

This guy thinks a mile a minute. Can you put your thoughts on hold for two seconds please? I really need to think this through.

“This is Japan? I know I live in a small town, but I think I’d have heard of a city this big in my own home country before. Are you pulling my leg or something?”

Trying to sort through everything he’s thinking is actually pretty annoying. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I miss Nendo’s silence. Okay so there’s some big school here, and apparently it’s sports festival is on the news? What kind of rich kid school is that? Wait, is he calling my powers quirks? Oh I have a bad feeling about this, but I need to ask one question.

“What’s a quirk?”

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myheroizuku:

     The world was full of amazing people. That opinion- that fact- was always present in the boy’s mind, and while most people in this world had grown somewhat apathetic to the manifestation of powers, no longer amazed and in awe at every quirk they saw, Izuku was essentially the complete opposite. Every new quirk made his eyes light up the same way they did whenever he watched his favourite clip of All Might, and this one was no exception. 

Of course, it would be rude to question someone about their quirk after only just meeting, so he did his best to brush that thought to the side upon seeing the other seemingly appear from nowhere. Other people on the street may have ignored the boy’s question, but Izuku wasn’t going to let a person in need be dismissed. Even small deeds could be heroic, after all.

“You’re in Musutafu City! Are you lost?”

Oh great, this kid saw me teleport in. Now I’m going to have to erase his memory. Later though, first I need some information.

“Musutafu? Never heard of it. What country are we in?”

Do I really want to ask this guy though? He keeps going on about quirks, which seems kind of rude. Does he collect weird personality traits or something? Seems like he’s got some kind of hero complex too. I swear if this kid winds up being Kaido Jr., I’m out.

But beggars can’t be choosers I guess. And I have no clue where I am. This place looks like Japan, but it’s definitely no small town, so I’d have heard of it for sure if it was.

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Well this is embarrassing. I haven’t sleep teleported in years. I really thought this was under control, but no point in complaining I guess. I can’t go back for 3 minutes anyways, might as well find out where I sent myself. There’s someone I can ask.

“Weird question, but could you tell me where I am right now?”

[children-ofthestars]

what the fuck rp starters

“Oh look, carnage.”

“I found you beat half to death in a dumpster. When I said I would call 9-1-1 you punched me in the face and said no before passing out.”

“Holy shit you look terrible.”

“Can’t go to my place, I’m making poison in my kitchen.”

“This is the tenth half-eaten corpse I’ve seen. It’s still kinda horrifying but less horrifying than the first time I saw one.”

“Yeah, that’s right, go wander off and commit murder somewhere else.”

Everything about your life makes so much sense now.”

“I don’t know, that sounds like a ‘fuck off’ kind of growl.”

“There’s a girl snorting cocaine off the counter in the bathroom. Just thought you’d wanna know.”

“I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news: some of this blood is mine. The bad news: most of it is mine. And I’m going to pass out.”

“After the fight some dude catcalled me on the way home so I turned around and spat a bunch of blood at his feet. Never seen someone regret doing something so fast.”

“Is that a fucking dragon?”

“That is genuinely disturbing.”

“Don’t smile. You have the smile of a serial killer.”

“This is surprisingly not the worst thing we’ve done. This is like, maybe halfway up the list.”

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☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

Ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. ... No, really. I don't. D:

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

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[acesaiki]

saiki + aroace text posts

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shibuyacrossed:

He squinted a bit, still unable to make out anything from the other’s tone. (If you could call what he spoke in a tone at all.) Either this guy was sassy as all hell or just incredibly blunt. A little bit of both, maybe? “Yeah, Shibuya has a way of taking logic and flipping it on its side, like that. You kinda get used to it after a while.” Neku did, anyway. Although to be fair, it’d taken a pretty long time and his fair share of trials, and by the sound of it, this guy didn’t plan on sticking around very long. In the past, ghost stories of such depth would have been brushed aside by Neku as tall tales and school pranks, but it was ridiculous how little convincing he needed about such things now.

“I don’t know, though, being a ghost sounds a hell of a lot better than being erased, at least. At least they get to stick around at all instead of being straight up wiped from existence.” Admittedly, he was sort of disappointed he wouldn’t be able to haunt people from beyond the grave when he finally died for real. 

Sassy and blunt, huh? Guess I can’t really argue that. Man, this guy’s pretty judgy. It’s actually kind of refreshing, too many people back home just see me how they want to see me. “Yeah I’ve noticed that in the few times I’ve been here. That definitely puts it higher on places I don’t want to be. But knowing how my life usually works, I’ll probably end up here again one way or another.”

“Believe me, from what I know about ghosts, it’s really not that great. Ghosts have no memories of their lives and they’re bound to help a random individual as their guardian spirit. They tend to be pretty dumb, selfish, and inappropriate.” Come to think of it, I guess it makes sense that Toritsuka sees ghosts. That basically describes him too. “Besides don’t the Reapers get to stay alive or something. Although I guess you don’t have the highest opinion of them.”

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insomniacxt:

Raekai growled and he violently shook his head, trying to get the remainder of the sudden pain out. Man, he could only wish that there was a schedule it would follow, instead of coming and going whenever it pleased.

Stupid Joshua.

Stupid Game.

“I said: mind ya’r own fuck’n business, ya ugly li’l shit.” He let go of his hand, his face contorting into an animal like snarl. Some of the eyes that were on him before turned away, most likely out of fear to avoid confrontation. His voice wasn’t distorting as it normally would in the UG, but the sudden drop in tone, laced with a strong threat was concerning.

So many images flashed across his mind as he quickly analyzed the other, compiling and organizing possible plans of attack like some sort of super computer. He could see himself using his natural nails to claw out this guys eyes, but decided against it all. Raekai wouldn’t be able to move back to the UG as quickly as a normal Reaper, afterall, so if he got into trouble in the RG not only would Joshua be pissed, but he’d have to run and hide until he would be able to go back into the UG.

He spat at the ground, saliva landing on the other guys shoe. Gross, but it proved the well established point that Raekai frankly didn’t care…

…he did care about that crepe though and after he made it to the counter, he would fucking enjoy it.

Oh, it’s another Reaper... Man, these guys are everywhere huh? But jeez this guy’s mind was something else, it’s like he’s an animal or something. Spitting on my shoes is rude, but I’m more worried what he might do if he was left unchecked in this state. I don’t usually fix people’s problems, but if I don’t, it might interfere with me getting a crepe. Guess I’ll help the guy out.

Restoration. A power that can revert a body to the state it was in 24 hours ago. Hopefully it works on Reapers too. It should get rid of that migraine for now at least. At least if he’s a Reaper I don’t need to keep as low of a profile.

“There, hopefully that helps. The migraine will be back in 24 hours, but at least now you know ahead of time. Now settle down so we can both get our crepes and get out of here.”

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shibuyacrossed:

“…Thanks.” It was a flat reply, brows furrowed as he tried to detect if there was any sarcasm in the other’s voice when he spoke. In retrospect, his inability to detect sarcasm most of the time was rather sad, given how often he dished it out to others. He didn’t doubt that Kusuo would have given up, though. He didn’t strike Neku as someone who particularly liked to try very hard at anything.

“Reapers are annoying as hell, though, I’ll give you that.” That much he definitely agreed with. There were a few decent ones. Coco, Kariya… Okay, no, that was basically it. Everyone else was pretty terrible. “Honestly, you might be better off not trying to pull any of that psychic shit around here. People are less likely to notice you the more you can blend into a crowd, Reapers included.” There was a small pause before he continued. “Although I’m not sure if Shibuya’s the only place around here with a Game, either.”

So Coco’s one of the better ones huh? She was nice, but a little too social for my liking. Still if other Reapers were assholes, that’s something I’d rather not deal with at all. “Well believe it or not, I didn’t think turning invisible would make me stand out at all. Believe me, I’m pretty good at keeping my powers under wraps.” I mean you still don’t know I’ve been reading your mind this whole time.

“Well my home might be safe from the Game. We’ve got ghosts instead, and I’ve been told that they don’t exist in Shibuya outside the Game.” Honestly, I think I might prefer a death game over annoying, intrusive, and overpopulating ghosts. I’m really glad I can’t see them normally. “Guess you should be glad you got to come back instead of living your afterlife as a guardian spirit for some annoying kid.”

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insomniacxt:

Raekai squinted. Yeah, sure, any crepe in Shibuya would do, but he wanted this one, was that too hard to put together? It’s not like he can leave the city all willy nilly, he technically wasn’t allowed out of Shibuya for the damage he may cause in other districts. Ugh, Joshua could be such a sticky key!

Raekai crossed his arms and huffed, the grin never leaving his face, even as people were starting to stare at the petty argument. In fact, the grin seemed to widen. He couldn’t deny the fact that he loved having all eyes on him.

“It’s like this, pixel-” He flinched before be could finish what he was saying, the familiar sharp stab of pain ramming through his thoughts like a knife. He let out a hiss of annoyance and held his forehead. Shit, what was he going to say to this nerd again?

“-Anyways mind ya’r own fuck’n business, bit.”

Oh great, some psychopath who’s not allowed to leave the city wants the same crepe. Why do I keep coming to this city? It’s nothing but problems. This better be one damn good crepe.

Oh boy, here he goes aga- What was that?

His thoughts just kind of... stopped for a second. That didn’t usually happen. Sure people get distracted or lose their train of thought, but that was too sudden. I really should just stay out of it, but...

“Hey, are you okay? You seem kind of out of it. Do you need a doctor or something?”

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shibuyacrossed:

     A distressed little “wha-” was let out at the ‘advice,’ eyes widening slightly in shock before he glared down the other. “Great tip, asshole, I’ll try to keep that in mind the next time someone comes running towards me with a gun. The Game was rigged when I played, all right? And I don’t really plan on dying again any time soon, thanks.” Especially now that he was barred from entering ever again. Which was complete bullshit if you asked him. It’s not like he chose to be put through all of that. He released an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm down before continuing. 

“To be fair, I’m not sure if other ex-Players see what I see. I guess most people don’t get dragged through that shit three weeks in a row and still wind up on top.” If his tone was less resentful, it might sound like he was bragging, but he wasn’t. Or he wasn’t trying to, anyway. “You probably still need to look out for Reapers, though.” And, you know. Joshua. But as bitter with him as Neku was, it probably wasn’t a great idea to go around talking to people about how he was the Composer.

“Wow, that actually does suck. Sorry Neku, guess you’ve had a rough life.” It was a legitimate misunderstanding though. A therapist could help him with his anger issues too. Still, I can’t imagine fighting for your life three weeks straight with the odds stacked against you. “It’s pretty impressive you managed to survive then. I probably would have just given up the first week.” Not because I couldn’t handle it, of course. It’s just too much trouble.

“Well that’s good to know. But it’s annoying that Reapers can apparently sense my power. At least the one I met could.” I don’t know who this Josh guy is but I guess he’s a big deal. I don’t know what Composer is in this context either, sounds like some big secret though. It’s better if I don’t learn any more, the last thing I want is to get involved in all this Reaper crap.

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shibuyacrossed:

Well what do you know, that was exactly the kind of answer he’d been expecting. God, couldn’t anyone just give him a straight answer nowadays, whether they were involved in the Reaper’s Game or not? A frustrated sigh of his own was let out. This guy- Kusuo, apparently- reminded Neku vaguely of himself during his first week in the Game, and that only infuriated him further.

“Neku Sakuraba, ex-player. Won the Reaper’s Game three times, and still haven’t graduated high school.” Wow, someone’s bitter. “If this were a few months ago, I probably would have called that psychic crap out as complete bullshit, but it makes about as much sense as anything else does in this city, I guess.”

Well excuse me for trying to keep a secret. This kid needs a therapist if he’s that annoyed by someone that reminds him of himself. “Three times?” That’s not normal right? Coco only gave me the quick version but it sounded like people usually only played once. “You should probably try not to die as often, it’s not good for your health.”

“Tell me about it, this city’s already doubled the number of people outside my family that know about my powers. Speaking of which, I’d prefer it if you didn’t tell anyone about me.” Unless you feel like you can win a fourth game. “Good to know that ex-Players can see me while I’m invisible though. I’ll need to be more careful in this city.”