Amaya sighed as she was in her waiting room while she scrolled her phone. There weren't many new posts on social media about her upcoming concert like normal.
"Come on my little spirits, where are you." She muttered to herself as she kept scrolling.
Crack
Amaya dropper her phone right after she read the post.
'Shoko... I...' Amaya thought, desperately clinging to anything.
Ding
Glancing at her phone, she saw a new notification. Picking up the phone, a message read.
User: Anon
Do you want a chance to show to everyone you were in the right? A chance to be with true trash that will make you shine?
Quickly, Amaya responded.
User: Temple Rain
Yes, I'll do anything.
User: Anon
Perfect, go to [Redacted] and we'll see you there.
"Come on my little spirits, where are you." She muttered to herself as she kept scrolling.
Crack
Amaya dropper her phone right after she read the post.
Temple Rain Exposed
Kadowaki Amaya or rather known as the musical artist Temple Rain seems to be this innocent girl who goes against the norm, but it appears that she applies the same tactic as every other idol in the industry. Letting others call her by her first name, proclaiming she is 'looking for love', and sobbing into the camera are all tactics she uses to build a parasocial audience.
This alone wouldn't be too bad, but she also uses this audience as a weapon against anyone that she doesn't like. Multiple artists have dropped out of the industry after they slightly sighted Kadowaki due to multiple hate messages being slung at them.
In one extreme example of this, Amaya befriended the General Medical Practitioner Murkoro Shoko. The doctor became so obsessed with her that after one incident where Amaya was not satisfied by his actions, he hung himself in his own home.
Kadowaki Amaya or rather known as the musical artist Temple Rain seems to be this innocent girl who goes against the norm, but it appears that she applies the same tactic as every other idol in the industry. Letting others call her by her first name, proclaiming she is 'looking for love', and sobbing into the camera are all tactics she uses to build a parasocial audience.
This alone wouldn't be too bad, but she also uses this audience as a weapon against anyone that she doesn't like. Multiple artists have dropped out of the industry after they slightly sighted Kadowaki due to multiple hate messages being slung at them.
In one extreme example of this, Amaya befriended the General Medical Practitioner Murkoro Shoko. The doctor became so obsessed with her that after one incident where Amaya was not satisfied by his actions, he hung himself in his own home.
'Shoko... I...' Amaya thought, desperately clinging to anything.
Ding
Glancing at her phone, she saw a new notification. Picking up the phone, a message read.
User: Anon
Do you want a chance to show to everyone you were in the right? A chance to be with true trash that will make you shine?
Quickly, Amaya responded.
User: Temple Rain
Yes, I'll do anything.
User: Anon
Perfect, go to [Redacted] and we'll see you there.
Ursus sat in his office, his heavy frame leaned back in his chair and heavy boots sat on his desk as he used a toothpick to pick food out of his teeth. The bear had his characteristic dumb, toothy grin on his face as he did so, clearly enjoying this pleasant, relaxing summer day, one of the few days where it doesn't snow outside this far north. Around him were flags carrying his party's symbol, dyed in the dark grey that represents them.
Suddenly, a small, timid fox made his way into his office, a clipboard pressed to his chest.
"M-Mister Polrik-" The fox stammered out.
Ursus looked up at the fox before giving a short laugh and leaning in forwards, taking his feet off the desk.
"Why, you're shakin' like a leaf in a rainstorm." He said. "What can I do for you? What's got you so shaken up?"
The fox closed his eyes for a second.
"It's... About Blaccat." The fox said.
Ursus tiled his head.
"What does that kid have to do with me?" Ursus said, his tone more serious.
The fox shook his head. "Turn on the TV."
And so, Ursus grabbed a remote and flicked on the TV, immediately opening to a news channel where a speech was being given by a black furred cat, Jooters Blaccat.
The man spoke of the injustice and abuse given to him by his uncle, Ursus Polrik, and how he was almost killed by the man in his youth and was attempted to be trained into a soldier like his father was through extreme isolation and physical and mental trauma.
Ursus' jaw dropped as he leaned forwards, his nonchalant demeanor falling immediately as he placed his heavy paws onto the desk.
"No..." Ursus whispered. "This... This is all false! I swear!"
The fox shook his head. "Whether it is or isn't, I think this has done irreparable harm to your campaign, sir."
Ursus breathed heavily. This can't be! He knew his party couldn't win without his public image as a nonchalant, humorous fatherly figure. And now... It's all crashing down before his eyes. He could insist that the abuse of Jooters Blaccat was necessary to attempt to build a super soldier to keep his nation safe, just like he had to the boy's mother, but he knew it would all be in vain.
Ursus pushed past the doors and walked outside, panting in anxiety. He looked around, as if looking for some sort of escape, before suddenly hearing a ding from his phone.
It was an anonymous number, asking if he wants to prove that he was in the right. To be surrounded with so called "true trash". He quickly wrote back a message and was given a location, before sighing and hopping in his car to drive there. He knew he'd likely be kidnapped or murdered, but he wasn't thinking clearly, he was panicked.
And so, he made it there.
Suddenly, a small, timid fox made his way into his office, a clipboard pressed to his chest.
"M-Mister Polrik-" The fox stammered out.
Ursus looked up at the fox before giving a short laugh and leaning in forwards, taking his feet off the desk.
"Why, you're shakin' like a leaf in a rainstorm." He said. "What can I do for you? What's got you so shaken up?"
The fox closed his eyes for a second.
"It's... About Blaccat." The fox said.
Ursus tiled his head.
"What does that kid have to do with me?" Ursus said, his tone more serious.
The fox shook his head. "Turn on the TV."
And so, Ursus grabbed a remote and flicked on the TV, immediately opening to a news channel where a speech was being given by a black furred cat, Jooters Blaccat.
The man spoke of the injustice and abuse given to him by his uncle, Ursus Polrik, and how he was almost killed by the man in his youth and was attempted to be trained into a soldier like his father was through extreme isolation and physical and mental trauma.
Ursus' jaw dropped as he leaned forwards, his nonchalant demeanor falling immediately as he placed his heavy paws onto the desk.
"No..." Ursus whispered. "This... This is all false! I swear!"
The fox shook his head. "Whether it is or isn't, I think this has done irreparable harm to your campaign, sir."
Ursus breathed heavily. This can't be! He knew his party couldn't win without his public image as a nonchalant, humorous fatherly figure. And now... It's all crashing down before his eyes. He could insist that the abuse of Jooters Blaccat was necessary to attempt to build a super soldier to keep his nation safe, just like he had to the boy's mother, but he knew it would all be in vain.
Ursus pushed past the doors and walked outside, panting in anxiety. He looked around, as if looking for some sort of escape, before suddenly hearing a ding from his phone.
It was an anonymous number, asking if he wants to prove that he was in the right. To be surrounded with so called "true trash". He quickly wrote back a message and was given a location, before sighing and hopping in his car to drive there. He knew he'd likely be kidnapped or murdered, but he wasn't thinking clearly, he was panicked.
And so, he made it there.
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