[Fourze characters/Liveman family/anyone really/go wild]

[catcameback]

To switch, or not to switch?

Why is it called a Switch anyway? It's obviously a button.

To press, then, or not to press? That is the question.

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[uchuukitaa]

I blink at him. I blink some more. "You don't have any bad feelings?"

[catcameback]

I consider his question. I don't want to lie to him, after all. Not if we're friends.

"I suppose that depends on your definition of bad feelings. I'm sure everyone feels bad occasionally. But bad enough to want to destroy things, that's a little excessive."

[uchuukitaa]

I begin to smile at him. "Really? Because there seem to be lots of people around here who'll happily destroy stuff if they get enough power! It's been really hard stopping some of them!"

[catcameback]

"A shame." I pause. He wanted to destroy it. He mentioned having to fight me if I used it. "Why exactly is stopping them your responsibility, then?" I suspect he's one of the Kamen Riders the theater freak mentioned. Which one? Does it even matter? Could either of them be even a fraction as annoying as OOO?

[uchuukitaa]

Enh, I might as well tell him! Most people know anyway. "I'm Fourze," I say happily. "It's fun. But it's kinda important, too."

[catcameback]

"Fourze," I say, drawing it out into about eighteen syllables. "And you fight evil?" No, not specific enough. "You fight these?" I draw the Switch out again for reference. "Or the people who use them?"

[uchuukitaa]

"I do, yes," I want that Switch. So badly. "I fight the people who use them, but I don't want to destroy the people. Just the Switches."

[catcameback]

"I'm afraid I still don't understand why," I frown, holding the little device up with my thumb on the button, experimental like. I wonder what he'll do if he thinks I'm about to press it. "It can't be... controlled? What if you pressed it, what would happen?"

[uchuukitaa]

I squawk, flapping my arms at him. "No, no, no, please! It'll hurt you, but you won't even realise it's hurting you!"

[catcameback]

He is quite overwrought. Now there's a part of my arguing in favor of pressing it just to see if he spontaneously combusts, or if his ridiculous hairstyle will right itself out of sheer furor. "I'm not afraid of this little thing," I purr. "Not when no one will tell me what it does." My thumb circles the red button. "How it's supposed to hurt me."

[uchuukitaa]

"It'll transform you and you'll get meaner and you'll hurt people and I'll have to fight you," I gabble. "C'mon, please don't."

[catcameback]

"What if I'm already as mean as I can get? What if I don't want to hurt people? What if I just want what's mine back?"

I lean closer to him, curious. "And what do you fight with?"

[uchuukitaa]

"You can get meaner," I say fervently. "And other people've said things like that, too! C'mon, Kazari, let me stop you with the explosive power of youth!"

...

"I have weapons as Fourze," I say cautiously.

[catcameback]

"Youth?" I laugh. I can't help it, I actually laugh in his face. And I can't say I feel bad about it. "I may look young, friend, but I am far from it."

I tilt my head and hold up the Switch again, teasing the button with my thumb. I think I'm just teasing him with it now. "What if I told you I'm already a monster on the inside?"

[uchuukitaa]

"No one's a monster on the inside," I say sharply, outraged. "Everyone can be saved. No matter how old they really are."

[catcameback]

That's cute. Idealistic. He's actually insulted, presumably on my behalf. "Oh, I think you'd be surprised. We're friends now, so maybe you should know that I am in fact a monster. An alchemical creature of legend. Monsters exist. I am one of them."

[uchuukitaa]

I wish Kengo'd show up! I have no goddamn idea what he's talking about!

"You don't look like a monster," I flounder.

[catcameback]

"No, I don't." I admit willingly. I tease him with the Switch again, flexing my thumb against the button without pressing it. It feels odd in my hand, stranger than it did to begin with, which is impressive. "This thing, this Switch, it might let me be me again. I'm not sure I can pass that up."

[uchuukitaa]

"It doesn't do that for people," I say frantically, hating the way he's playing with it. "It doesn't help. It might make you feel good for a while but then you just feel worse."

[catcameback]

"Why?" I hold it right in his face and shake the stupid thing a big. "How does it work? If we're friends, surely you can tell me that."

[uchuukitaa]

...I am not the right person to explain the science.

"I don't know!" I wail helplessly. "It transforms you! You go all cloudy and smoky and there are stars, because it's to do with space stuff, then you have another body, and it's all freaky! That's all I know!"

[catcameback]

I really do wonder about this human. He's so strange. Excessive desire, but selfless in it. Overwrought with emotion but completely clueless about... most things. I assume he can fight, but he seems much more inclined to try and talk things out instead.

"Stars and smoke?" And the infinite power of space, whatever that's supposed to mean. "Not exactly what I'm looking for, no..."

[uchuukitaa]

"Good. Give it here," I say promptly, hand outstretched again.

[catcameback]

"I don't think so, no." I close my hand around it again, then slip it back in my pocket. "It might come in useful at a later date." I have a feeling he might be about to explode. I wonder how far he'll go to get the stupid thing.

[uchuukitaa]

"They don't ever come in useful!" I splutter. "Never ever! They just make people mean or meaner and then I have to fight them, and okay I'm good at it, but I still don't like hitting people!"