HYPNOSISMIC -Division Rap Battle- Rhyme Anima

This is the Shibuya Division!

There's glitter and sparkles galore.

And all sorts of cute and lovely.

It's a cheerful, lighthearted town that's brimming with excitement.

Spread your wings of freedom, everybody, and fly about town!

Huh?

Wait? For how long?

I am under no obligation to answer your questions.

We will initiate the action from our end.

Okey-dokey.

Leave the reaction to me.

Just kidding!

Tsk...

Ah-hahaha. Lose again at slots, Dice?

I kept playin' till I ran out of cash, so I'm all tapped out.

So please, gimme somethin' to eat!

Haven't you heard the saying, "He who does not work, neither shall he eat?"

Gambling is my job!

Ah-hahahaha. Paying to work? You're an example to laborers everywhere.

Stop bein' sarcastic, and lemme have some grub!

One of mine hands containeth some nourishment.

Guess which hand, and the food is thine for the taking.

No shit?! Okay, I pick your right hand!

There's nothin' there! This another one of your lies?!

I'm mortified that thou wouldst suggest that.

Both hands held the correct answer.

Gamblers live on nothing but air, do they not?

It's hermits that do that!

Creepy! Ghosts Rampant in Shibuya Division

An acquaintance of one of my friends said she saw them.

All of a sudden this fog appeared, and three shadows emerged from it.

The shadows opened their big mouths and came to swallow her up.

She was super scared and covered in goose bumps. Then, she screamed and passed out.

Hey, Ramuda. They were talkin' about ghosts.

Y-Yeah, it seems they were.

So... do you hate ghosts?

N-No, I don't hate them. Actually, I kinda like them.

Sometimes people say they hate what they really love,

but from what this humble bard hath seen,

thou sayest thou lovest what thou really hatest.

Ramuda! Afraid of ghosts at your age?!

They don't exist, so how could I be scared of them?

Hmm. Thou believest that ghosts don't exist, Ramuda?

I think they do.

They do not.

"Anyone betting on even? Anyone betting on odd?"

Would ye care to make a wager on it?

Since thou art so certain, Ramuda, thou wouldst wager that ghosts aren't real.

And Dice would wager that ghosts are real.

Mmm.

I'm betting they're real, huh? Sounds fun.

I'm tinglin' with excitement.

Okay! I'm in!

Why do I have to do something like...

Oh, you tryin' to get out of it?

As if!

O-Okay then, if I win, you've got to model the clothes I've designed, Dice.

I've got a lot of sparkly, fluffy, and cute clothes for you to wear.

A-All right.

Okay, if I win... let's see here...

Got it! You've gotta pay for my meals for a whole week.

Uh, no, wait a sec!

All right then, do we have a deal?

How do we decide the winner?

The three of us shall venture forth to confirm the existence of ghosts.

We shall be ghost busters--nay, exterminators

and tear the sheets off these ghosts.

All right, it's settled then.

Ah! Hahaha!

I totally forgot I've got a work deadline.

I'm such a ditz!

So, everyone out... Out!

Nuh-uh! The dice have been cast! You can't back out of this now.

Come, the streets of Shibuya await!

We'll be cursed if we do that.

Come on out, you ghosts.

I'll foot the bill, so you don't gotta foot it over here!

The trouble is the ghosts and thou both lack the means to "foot" anything.

You're right about that! Hahaha!

C'mon, let's not say anything to provoke them.

Whaddya mean? Ghosts don't exist, right?

O-Of course they don't, but...

...I didn't say they do. I didn't!

Oh!

Hey, Ramuda!

Hyahhh!

"DOGENZAKA KOJI"

You all right there, Ramuda?

What do you mean?

Nothing's going on, so of course I'm all right.

Well now, there's no point in simply walking around.

'Twould be nice to have something to go on...

Prithee, go around and... ask.

Wahhh!

Oh, I'm so sor--

Noooo!

Ah, oops!

Eyahhhhh!

Kyahhhhhhh!

I... can't take any more of this!

Reserved Tonight

Horror Night Costume Party

Reserved Tonight

Horror Night Costume Party

Ramuda, nothin' scary'll getcha in here.

I'm telling you; I'm not scared or anything.

I once heard such a tale as this...

Huh?

Having missed the last train because he'd been working overtime, an office worker

had no choice but to take a taxi home from work one night.

W-Wait, what's this story of yours?

The man resided in Shinjuku.

He drifted off to sleep for a moment,

and when the driver stopped the car and said, "We've arrived, sir,"

the place they'd stopped at was...

...the Aoyama Cemetery.

The cemetery? But that's...

...in a completely different direction.

Thinking there must've been some mistake, the man

clearly stated the address once more and got the driver to take him back there.

And...

The man nodded off again. The car stopped, and...

...they were back at the Aoyama Cemetery once again.

Hey! Why are you telling us a creepy taxi story while we're inside a cab?

It's kinda givin' me the chills too.

The office worker griped about how awful it was to make the same mistake twice.

Yet the driver claimed that

he was only following the directions of the office worker's companion,

and that's what brought them there.

Wait a sec, inside the taxi there was...

That's correct. There was only the office worker.

Then the driver said, "Look, that's who I'm talking about."

And where he pointed, there was a woman in a white dress.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

I've had enough already!

Hey, ain't cha takin' it a little too far?

Wh-Where are we?

The Aoyama Cemetery.

Kyahhhhh!

'Twas but a lie.

Eyahhh! Cemeteries are creepy!

Hold up. This ain't no cemetery.

Hey, you're right.

Oh! Isn't that a live music club?

Should be nice and lively in there and not scary at all! Yayyy!

Wait up! I'm comin' along!

Open sesame!

Eh-heh... Huh?

Huh?!

We rarely get many customers.

How nice of you to drop by!

Gyahhh! Spooky!

S-Stay right there! Don't come any closer!

There's no need to be so frightened.

This is the live music club MAHOJIN, and I am its owner Kuroya Sabasu.

C'mon! Why do you gotta be so scary?!

I'd always somehow managed to get by here in the Shibuya Division.

But then, the artists and groups that used to play here,

one by one they all just stopped coming. God only knows why.

Maybe your face creeped them out...

No performers means...

...no customers, huh?

Because of that, my club may be open, but it's hardly getting any business...

I switched to candlelight to save on my electric bill.

And cut down on food as well.

Just look at how emaciated I've become! Eh-heheheheh!

What a creepy face!

Hm?

Say, you guys wouldn't happen to be Fling Posse?

Thou hast heard of us?

Figures you should know, runnin' a live music club and all.

Nope. You're mistaken.

And I'm going home.

See ya around!

Guys, won't you put on a show here?

Huh? No way! I can't perform in a creepy place like this.

If you fill the house, I'll let you have all the proceeds from the ticket sales.

But you have to cover all the expenses.

Whoa! Winner-takes-all, huh?

Dice! Don't get any funny ideas!

But methinks it soundeth most interesting.

Not you too, Gentaro...