System Error

[morituramfides]

Characters: Jin Shirato ft. Crazy Head Persona, and anyone willing to approach him
Setting: Floor 27 [The Lab], Floor 15 [The Workshop], Floor 2 [The Infirmary] and in between. Can backdate to before the event if you want.
Format: Starting prose, but I don't care~
Summary: The fallout from the Infighting event and Minato's Bluekat-induced rampage are still casting a dark shadow on Jin's already screwed up head, and he's dealing with it the best way he knows how to: by avoiding everyone ever, ignoring his problems and distracting himself with totally normal person hobbies!
Warnings: EXPLOSIVE material (get it), mentally unwell techie arsonist



Floor Twenty-Seven - Research Laboratory||

For over a week, Jin'd been able to avoid most contact with others-- at the least, those he knew. He'd hardly even been in his room, only there to retrieve some things he needed and get a bit of a shut-eye when he needed it. He'd been coaxed out to the party only from his budding paranoia, and someone might've seen him in the hallways every now and then in transit.

But for the most part, he had been holed up in the laboratory on the 27th floor-- not exactly ont that was popular around here, and hopefully especially less so after June. Jin himself would've absolutely abhorred the sight of this floor a month ago, but now it had what he needed; it had an ample amount of supplies, and it was quiet, and was usually overlooked by most of the residents in favor of the Library or the Music Room above. He still couldn't bring himself to face much of anyone, so the solitude was for once, a comfort.

It was here that he had settled himself at a worktable for a good amount of the last week, an ample amount of supplies on the table in front of him where he sat. There were some containers that were already sealed and finished, and there were others that were half full, some empty, and an ample amount of miscellaneous things just scattered about-- he even had his laptop on the table, the casing open to expose the gadgetry inside. He was preparing a mixture of some kind of powder, or alternatively, assembling something else with wire and metal. He needed something to do with himself; something productive. Idleness and inactivity were not a luxury he was accustomed to having. If one could hear they might hear him mumbling in an odd, one-sided conversation.


Floor Fifteen - Workshop ||

He needed materials, simple as that. The Workshop was a much more common space for people though, he knew that; so while he was trying to sort out what he needed at the moment, he as mumbling a bit more above the normal low-volume one would expect from mumbling. It'd quickly become apparent that he wasn't talking to himself-- it sounded like he was actually addressing someone. And those that knew Jin might be able to guess that his other conversation partner was the doombringer that was living in his head.


Floor Two - Infirmary||

Moros had been his only substantial contact since the month began, but the Persona still wasn't agreeable enough to give him any healing spells. So Jin could be found in the infirmary, his jacket open so that the sleeves could be more easily pulled off his arms as he fixed up his hands with disinfectant and bandages. Working with sharp materials and strange chemicals wasn't exactly leaving his hands in any good condition.

He'd also grabbed another bottle of the suppressants from one of the drones, which had been hastily shoved into his pocket, a long with a few other medical supplies.

Anywhere Else ||

As much as he wanted to avoid people, he had to do something with himself, and with the long distance between floors that he needed, it was easy to spot Jin in an a hallway or clammering down the staircase. Don't expect him to stick around though; he was even less open to conversation that he usually was right now.

Comments

Floor 15, backdated to the 15th?

[warriorscribe]

Enoch had found some leather here and was using the tools to maintain his sandals. He worked in silence and, like Jin, mostly kept to himself. He finished replacing the last weak strap and put his sandals back on, testing them by flexing his feet for a moment before standing up-...and then noticing the unusual way this man seemed to be talking to himself. Was he speaking to someone he couldn't see, or...?

"Excuse me...are you all right?"

to the time machine!

[morituramfides]

He stopped abruptly in his movements when he heard someone else-- someone he didn't recognize, for better or worse. Jin turned around to look at him rather harshly. It was rude to interrupt a conversation, after all!

"I'm fine." Said with a rather...dead, voice. "What do you want?"

[warriorscribe]

"You only seemed agitated." Enoch stepped back, trying to show he wasn't a threat. He'd interrupted something, that much was certain, and he'd been right about "agitated" to some degree...

[morituramfides]

"I told you, I'm fine." Though he was agitated, right? No doubt he was annoyed at some point, but he was also angry and would very much like to be left alone to his own devices, where no one would bother him or get angry at him. Again.

"Just-- leave me alone, OK? Stay out of my way."

[warriorscribe]

"If...if you insist," Enoch said, with a heavy undertone of If you're sure I can't help. He was normally content to leave people be...if he was sure they could.

Floor 15 because it is a party

[legatus]

If he wasn't inside the kitchen or scouring the levels for food, Shinjiro could be found inside the workshop in his corner.

Jin was not a sight he'd see here often. Not too hard to guess who he was talking too either, and he quietly watched him from the corner of his eye, waiting to see exactly what he was coming here for.

whoop whoop

[morituramfides]

Most of the materials he was looking for seemed to be metallic in nature-- of particular interest were stray wires, both metal and not that could be found, or other such conductors that could be used in their place. There were also some things that could be used as containers.

If he noticed Shinjiro's presence, he was doing his damn best to ignore it, as he continued on with his own conversation.

beep boop bop

[legatus]

Wow, that was really hard for Shinjiro to figure out what he'd be making with them - in fact he might as well have a large flashing red sign above his head "I AM BUILDING BOMBS LOOK AT ME GO" and it would have somehow been less intrusive.

Noticing him or not didn't matter because Shinjiro was going to make himself heard no matter what.

"The hell d'you think you're doing?"

beeeeeeeeep

[morituramfides]

Oh look who was exactly someone he didn't want to talk to at all ever. The answer is Shinjiro!

He looked up from his collecting nonsense momentarily to give Shinjiro a pointed glare. "What do you think I'm doing?" Come on, Jin wasn't dumb, he knew Shinjiro wasn't dumb, and he'd very much like for this conversation to not be happening.

Infirmary

[swordofzero]

Since his fight with Minato Suzaku had been avoiding everyone. Especially Lelouch, he was avoiding his room; it wasn't like he could sleep anyways and Psi had disappeared. He stuck to the floors no one wanted to go to. He was trying to avoid thinking about what had happened.

Mostly he did that by killing monsters, it seemed it truly was the one thing he was good at. Killing things. If he were to be a murderer he might as well try and make the tower a little safer.

Of course fighting monsters meant getting injured, especially the way Suzaku fought them, with no regard for himself. Throwing himself at them until his Geass kicked in and took over.

So he was in the infirmary, seeing to his injuries; avoiding the clear collared workers as best he could. He didn't trust them.

As he was leaving he passed by Jin, he froze, since the last time he had seen him had been in the competition; making the promise to him which he had broken a moment later when he had been sent to die.

oh boy train wreck in the making

[morituramfides]

Jin'd just been finishing up himself-- or at least as much as he cared to fix up. He turned to meet Suzaku's stare and a part of him just seemed to...twitch.

He remembered talking to Suzaku on relatively pleasant terms, and he remembered Suzaku dying that week in the voting. He wasn't even angry about it, actually-- he wasn't even angry at all. Seeing Suzaku however, just reminded him of that whole damn event and kind of put into perspective just how...different he had been acting. If anything he was angry at himself, but it certainly didn't seem that way with the way he was glaring.

"You want something?"

the best trainwreck

[swordofzero]

Suzaku frowned, from the glare it seemed that whatever temporary truce they had made was broken now. He himself had probably broken it when he had died and abandoned Jin to his fate. Him and all the others.

He had failed again when he had tried to rescue them, made things worse he believed. "I wanted to apologise." He knew Jin would most likely not accept it, but he wished to try anyways.

[morituramfides]

"Apologize?" His defensive-posture in the making was actually slackened a little as he pronounced the word as if it were a completely foreign concept to him.

"The hell are you apologizing to me for?" He asked, eyeing Suzaku with not a small amount of suspicion.

floor 27 - cuz labs r cool

[beknightedheroine]

Screw waiting. Screw hearing back from OP-kun, screw the tower, and screw her for stalling on this.

Sayaka's going to find Jin and wing it from there.

It was easier said than done, though - that was days ago when she resolved such. Sayaka's combed floor after floor for a sign of the guy, and not come out without a few scratches sticking her nose out in the more unlikely places. Well, she would have scratches, but those aren't a thing she keeps anymore.

Mumbles and sounds of someone's busywork are like a beacon on this floor - you can miss it, but you'd have to be, y'know, not actively searching for a person.

Sayaka lingers a ways away, wavering.

ttly

[morituramfides]

The thing about having a heightened sense about paranoia, was that it was pretty easy to tell when someone else was around-- particularly when someone else was around, and when they were sticking around without actually doing anything. That was probably the most suspicious occurrences.

So, while Sayaka was wavering, Jin abruptly stopped in the middle of his work to jerk his head up towards her direction.

His immediate reaction was another wave of disgust and the urge to throw up, but honestly, he wasn't sure if he was glad or not to see her here. "What d'you want?"

At least he was talking normally again! If a bit more anxious and harsh.

[beknightedheroine]

Okay, words are good. Talking is good, she can do this.

"I was looking for you. You've been impressively scarce!"

She puts a foot forward - one step. Another step. She's actually approaching properly now, most signs of waver vanished. "I tried leaving you alone, but that got old."

[morituramfides]

He glared t her for a bit while she carefully took her steps forward, before returning his stare to his current project at hand.

"I spent my life lurking round and avoiding people before coming here. Disappearing's the easy part."

With a heavy subtext of 'you should leave me alone because I've been avoiding you.'

idek where just somewhere

[viditlibertas]

Paranoid teen, meet unseen observer. Or, preferably, don't meet him- Alcor was having enough to consider just keeping a distant eye on Jin. He really didn't need to approach and make it worse.

Of course, he was a hard will to miss when one knew him, so Saiduq's success rate went down the longer he lingered. And since he hadn't abandoned his observations yet...

This will become a trainwreck.

o ok

[morituramfides]

It was hard to miss Saiduq by the very right that Jin was growing ever-more paranoid and the fact that the guy had bright white hair and a stripey red shirt. He'd been on his way out of the current floor he had situated on, when lo and behold he spots him lurking in the shadows. Instantly on edge.

"What do you want?! Here to argue again?"

[viditlibertas]

"No."

Alcor was often someone who delved in to complex realms and managed very high-tier matters easily. However, he was being impressively simple with this. He actually walked out of hiding.

"I do not want to argue, or to fight."

[morituramfides]

"Then beat it; I already told you to stay the hell away from me."

The anger in his voice was rising quicker than usual as he made a jabbing motion with his thumb over his shoulder while telling Alcor to get lost. Of course Jin hadn't had any intention of sticking around much longer for now, so he walks off and passed the star with every intention of ignoring him.

Floor 27 all aboard the awkward train | dated to the 22nd??

[deatharcana]

[ Okay.

Things had gotten Awkward. So he'd gone crazy, and he and Jin had died, and he'd given it time. But he realized time does not fix things, and he was tired of this.

Of them running around each other. Frankly, though, Minato was equally being a hermit, avoiding all other people, being as anonymous as possible. Trying to just blend in. Kinda hard to do with blue hair, but whatever, he managed okay.

He knew of one place Jin might be, though--so he decided to look.

And what did you know? Here. Making bombs. He's not bothered by it; in fact, it's normal routine. But to Minato, he also knows this is what Jin does when he needs to busy himself, so he knows this isn't a good thing. He sort of pauses awkwardly near the stairs before coming in, careful not to interrupt Jin during an important moment in the bomb-making process, or sneak up on him.

They needed to Talk. ]

choo chooooo

[morituramfides]

[Their lifestyle and Minato's usual silence lent well to the leader being a pretty effective ninja. In Minato's defense, even if he wasn't trying to sneak up on him, Jin was too busy concentrating on his work and ignoring his surroundings to notice. It wasn't until he happened to glance up that he noticed his presence.]

M-- Minato--?

[He had too many complicated thoughts and mental reactions to said leader at the moment that he hadn't even addressed, so once again his immediate reaction was even more extreme panic than usual.

Usually he wasn't so careless, but his current state of mind didn't lend him well to being careful about anything other than his paranoid monitoring. So when he realized who was present, he accidentally dropped what he was working on, accidentally mixing and agitating a few chemicals that were rather volatile; it wasn't the most violent reaction, but it was enough to send a sizable spark up into into the air, burning the palm of his hand and singing a part of his jacket.

He retracted his hand as quickly as he could with a slight hiss of pain, waving it in the air once or twice as if to relieve the pain before cradling it with his other hand.

Yeeeaaaah ow.]

[deatharcana]

[ ... He coughs once or twice from the smoke, waving his hand to get it out of his face.

Then he just... silently walks over to Jin, and uses his Persona to heal his hand before putting his Evoker back in his pocket.

... :c He's sorry. ]

... I didn't mean to startle you.

[ Hey, hey Jin. You okay? ]

[morituramfides]

[He flinched slightly, not necessarily from the pain in his hand, but mostly from that look on his face and how close Minato was getting.]

It's fine. Whatever.

[Avoidance of eye contact was very much a thing right now, and while his hand still ached vaguely, at least it wasn't the searing pain it would've been without the heal spell.] Don't use your persona for something stupid like that.