Not too far away, Rufti de Galopin is observing the 'Dark Chef's' approach. Ruvress could easily win the game right here and there without Rufi even getting a chance to get in on the action!
But she waited.
The tomboy Prinz could have interfered.
But she waited.
And watched.
Because she knew...
[La Monarquía] is no easy pickme-up!
It is 20:08.
Just as your little detective is about to give the mindless goat before her what it wants...
A single dark notion flits through her mind!
[SFX: Phone Csping Shut]
"No."
"N-nani?! N-no?!" The 'Dark Chef' is taken aback! It had used its signature pickup 'opener', the 'Two Girls Fighting Outside The Bar Story', a story with a success rate of over 88.3%, recorded in countless pickup manuals! This opener was good enough to pry open even the most resolute of closed flipphones, so why---
[DETECTIVE'S AUTHORITY!]TOKI WA 「SLOWS DOWNSURU」, FOR YOU!Instantly, the entire nightclub is tinted in light blue, the detective's blue overwriting the purple tint of Club Percheron! The entire club is stilled in a familiar freeze frame, even the main pyers are not spared!
[SFX: Ticking of grandfather clock]
Now. Let's break this down rationally.
Some unknown non-human X has approached me from the front, with some made-up story!
How do I know it is made up?!
The story sounds absolutely ridiculous!
I refuse to eborate!
If the point of sharing that story was not to inform...
Your detective can only reason there is some sort of ulterior motive behind it!
This is an obvious attempt to build 'social proof'!
SOCIAL PROOF!A concept in the Usodo! The art of appearing more important than you are, by associating yourself with someone of higher status! For instance, an entertainment idol might casually drop the fact that they are friends with a much more famous idol to show that they are oh-so-close...! The more 'social proof' you have, the more likely someone shall open themselves up to you!
Thus!
In this case, this goathead is trying to show that it gets on with many girls by establishing a simir connection!「Too Baddo!」 Because you face me, Ayano Sane, the detective! I have already seen through your trick! It is simpler than your standard locked room where the murderer hides inside the room to create the illusion that nobody was in the room!
Time begins to move once more!
Like the shattering of gss, the [Detective's Authority] mandated timestop shatters!
The room returns to its purplish hue, buzzing with yabai dancing energy!
And now... it is time for the detective's reply...!
"Omae[1] ... just want to get me on your bed, do you?"That single line penetrates through the goatgirl's defenses like a gigantic stake fired down from above! It hits her straight in the heart, the pointy tip lodged firmly into the nightclub floor!
The illusionary stake pins the goatgirl's movements to the spot, her hidden intentions exposed by the detective! No matter what she says next, it will seem ridiculous in light of this exposure of blue truth! In this nightclub of lewdicious thoughts, who was not thinking the same thing! However...! To have the very thing that is not supposed to be said out loud dragged out into the public...
A small volcano roils and erupts like a Mt. Fuji [2] of shame and embarrassment for the 'Dark Chef'!
In the pick-up scene, this sort of refusal to give out one's phone number at the st minute is aptly called 'Last Minute Resistance'! As the studied ways to overcome this phenomena swim in drowning confusion through the 'Dark Chef's exploded mind, jumbles of prepared lines and lies twist themselves in dark knots around its tongue...!
"I... yes! No! I mean...! YES!"
"Ahhhh? This club is really loud. You're speaking really softly...!"
I am lying of course.
I can hear perfectly fine!
But the winds have shifted in your detective's favor!
My arm reaches out, and grabs the thin wrist of the serving-girl that was disturbing this detective just moments before! I yank her close, uncomfortably close, as I wrap a hand around her thin waist!
"What a shame... As an intellectual [FILTERED], I like my girls tall, dark and smart...!"I never practiced that line, mind you.
This are just my truest thoughts!
This red truth pierces down from the ceiling, crossing the blue stake that pins the 'Dark Chef's' thoughts!
If one could see the magickal stakes with their [Narrator's Power], this scene would have been more akin to an execution ground rather than a nightclub!
That's right!
Squirm! I can see you struggle against the stakes!
You don't even know how to reply to this!
Social proof? Girls fighting a magickal battle outside?!?!
Well! You got your wish!
I'll give you your social proof, right back at you!
Your detective's small and cute hands travel up the side of the hostess' thin, tall, waist, frolicking along in shamisen stringing fashion! Embarrassed 'kuhs' sound out from the tall, dark-haired girl as my arm travels up her long brown hair from behind!
What you pretend to be...
Your detective is!
What you pretend to like!
Your detective does!
And what you don't dare to say...
Your detective shall shout it out loud...!
This much is possible for the detective of the story, Ayano Sane!
>implying I would lose>in psychological manipution>pls>but its still MADA MADA>MADA MADA means 'not time yet'>for those who can't into my ancestral nguage>that means >YOU, LA-ROUX!>now!>its time for the killer move!USODO #07: THOUGHT-TERMINATION CLICHE!I point with my free hand, a single finger to the logic-trapped goat...!
"Maybe instead of asking a girl for her number... >you could ask for her name first...!"A spiral of red and green energy gathers at my pointed fingertip, forming a helix beam that shoots out with cute anger!
A direct attack!
It hits the 'Dark Chef' right in the heart!
Social proof!
Neuro-Linguistics!
Prepared game!
All these fall in the face of the one true detective!
All that doesn't work, if I already 'know'!
Back! Back to the void where you belong!
Get truthed on! Get truthed on!
Get truthed on! Get truthed on! Get truuuuuuthed oooooon!
The unwelcome PUA is struck down by the helix of red and green truths, flying backwards while burning with the fmes of social execution! Giving a sp to the serving-girl from behind, I send the prop scurrying off, red-faced and embarrassed!
Amidst the din of the crowd, there is some dark chatter about your detective's superiority!
Let them yap!
That is when a familiar voice catches the side of your detective's ear.
It is a steady, well-bred voice I know, and have been looking for.
Turning the corner of my eye, I spy the silver-haired tomboy pacing with calm steps towards me.
"I, Rufti de Galopin, challenge you.Ahhhh? You're approaching watashi?!
Go Go And Learn Moonrunes With Aya-chan![1]Omae- "Omaemeans 'You', Madi-san!" "It's that simple?!" "Omae wa, bakamite des!" "HEY! I understood that one completely...!"
