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towerofanimus2012-11-03 12:08 pm
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OO3 >> and in the aftermath, you stopped and tried to remember what it's like to breath
Characters: Hidetoshi, and rest of you lunatics, post open to whoever.
Setting: Floor 45, and anywhere else if needed.
Format: Actionspam to begin with. Either is fine by me, but be warned that using prose equates a slower tagging time from me.
Summary: Hidetoshi's post-October event reaction is to do his best to pretend it never happened beyond apologizing to the people he attacked under the mistaken assumption of them being monsters he desired to cut into bloody pieces, and then go and practice at chucking knives at makeshift targets. Brilliance!
Warnings: Post-death angst? Mentions of death and violence.
[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR FORTY-FIVE ]
[ After Hidetoshi had awoken in his bed in the dorm, restored to normal (dark grey hair regrown onto his scalp, missing eyeball back in its proper socket and all) he had calmly gotten up, calmly washed his face and hands in the bathroom before calmly proceeding to the nearest toilet to lean over and quickly empty the contents of his stomach into its depths. It hadn't made him feel much better, to be honest, but... it had helped a little. As did the righteous thought of much badly he wished to lecture the administrators on their abusive cruelty. Finding and receiving his own consolation prize had soured him to them even further, since it had seemed to him that Ruana was laughing at them all. Hidetoshi had died along with how many others collecting that stupid candy in order to survive the day, and still more of the tower residents had suffered? And she does this?
He doesn't want to dwell on what happened last month, or his own unwilling stint as an electricity-sprouting, nude purple-skinned and skinny Odin with a rabid, drooling wolf familiar. He can't just sit around in traumatized shock (since he's not traumatized or anything of the sort really) and other then forcibly dragging himself to mealtimes in the cafeteria and the weekly collar checkup, Hidetoshi could think of nothing productive to accompany his idle mind with. So he does nothing other than roam restlessly around the monster-less sections of the tower, taking care to avoid the creatures. Any of the supernatural abilities granted to him by his costume are gone by now, and Hidetoshi knows better than to engage things he cannot defeat.
It's only after Labrys speaks to him on the network, Hidetoshi finally comes up with something to take his thoughts off of the candy event. If he had nothing to do, then he would find something to do.
The throwing knives sink into the target one after another, thunk, thunk, thunk. Jay was an effective teacher but a fair one, and borrowing some live weaponry to train with had struck Hidetoshi as an excellent idea. The target itself is actually little more than a wooden coffee table Hidetoshi stole from the fourth floor lounge, lugged up slowly to the new observatory, and scratched a target deep into the wood, but it serves its purpose well enough. More than half of the small knives he throws either misses or doesn't connect with the target at all while the other half doesn't strike the bullseye, but Hidetoshi is just a beginner and he knows that you need practice before you can be remotely good at something. So he practices and laments the lack of any productive activities to do around here.
Sometimes his hands shake a little, causing the knives to go even more array when he tosses them smoothly through the air. But only sometimes, easy enough to dismiss, and nothing else is out of place.
He's fine. He is capable of ignoring the faint images of dead humanoid-things pressing against the outsides of the glass walls. Just tired and worn out.
Thunk, thunk, thunk. ]
Setting: Floor 45, and anywhere else if needed.
Format: Actionspam to begin with. Either is fine by me, but be warned that using prose equates a slower tagging time from me.
Summary: Hidetoshi's post-October event reaction is to do his best to pretend it never happened beyond apologizing to the people he attacked under the mistaken assumption of them being monsters he desired to cut into bloody pieces, and then go and practice at chucking knives at makeshift targets. Brilliance!
Warnings: Post-death angst? Mentions of death and violence.
[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR FORTY-FIVE ]
[ After Hidetoshi had awoken in his bed in the dorm, restored to normal (dark grey hair regrown onto his scalp, missing eyeball back in its proper socket and all) he had calmly gotten up, calmly washed his face and hands in the bathroom before calmly proceeding to the nearest toilet to lean over and quickly empty the contents of his stomach into its depths. It hadn't made him feel much better, to be honest, but... it had helped a little. As did the righteous thought of much badly he wished to lecture the administrators on their abusive cruelty. Finding and receiving his own consolation prize had soured him to them even further, since it had seemed to him that Ruana was laughing at them all. Hidetoshi had died along with how many others collecting that stupid candy in order to survive the day, and still more of the tower residents had suffered? And she does this?
He doesn't want to dwell on what happened last month, or his own unwilling stint as an electricity-sprouting, nude purple-skinned and skinny Odin with a rabid, drooling wolf familiar. He can't just sit around in traumatized shock (since he's not traumatized or anything of the sort really) and other then forcibly dragging himself to mealtimes in the cafeteria and the weekly collar checkup, Hidetoshi could think of nothing productive to accompany his idle mind with. So he does nothing other than roam restlessly around the monster-less sections of the tower, taking care to avoid the creatures. Any of the supernatural abilities granted to him by his costume are gone by now, and Hidetoshi knows better than to engage things he cannot defeat.
It's only after Labrys speaks to him on the network, Hidetoshi finally comes up with something to take his thoughts off of the candy event. If he had nothing to do, then he would find something to do.
The throwing knives sink into the target one after another, thunk, thunk, thunk. Jay was an effective teacher but a fair one, and borrowing some live weaponry to train with had struck Hidetoshi as an excellent idea. The target itself is actually little more than a wooden coffee table Hidetoshi stole from the fourth floor lounge, lugged up slowly to the new observatory, and scratched a target deep into the wood, but it serves its purpose well enough. More than half of the small knives he throws either misses or doesn't connect with the target at all while the other half doesn't strike the bullseye, but Hidetoshi is just a beginner and he knows that you need practice before you can be remotely good at something. So he practices and laments the lack of any productive activities to do around here.
Sometimes his hands shake a little, causing the knives to go even more array when he tosses them smoothly through the air. But only sometimes, easy enough to dismiss, and nothing else is out of place.
He's fine. He is capable of ignoring the faint images of dead humanoid-things pressing against the outsides of the glass walls. Just tired and worn out.
Thunk, thunk, thunk. ]
floor 45.
Wait...
Clank?
Why, dear reader, that happens to be the shoes of one (1) Shadow the Hedgehog. He takes to exploring up and down the tower, making note of the amount of new areas that suddenly sprung in what felt like overnight. What he does not expect is walking in to quite an absurd sight.
Thunk.
His eyes begin to narrow.
Thunk.
Narrower.
Thhhunk.
As narrow as they can get.
Thunkalunk.
Okay, that is enough. This is getting ridiculous. ]
What are you doing?
Re: floor 45.
He carefully throws his last knife, doesn't grumble under his breath when it impales itself onto the left corner of the coffee table, and is in the midst of walking over to gather them backup when he realizes that clanking noise wasn't just background static. He glances over his shoulder and blinks. ]
...
[ >There is what appears to be a creature that could pass itself off as being a video game character standing there and judgingly staring at you.
>What to do.
He's almost surprised; Hidetoshi had dragged the coffee table up to this floor because he'd assumed he'd be more likely to left alone here then in the lounge. ]
Practicing.
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Anyway, yes, back to your daily scheduled programming:
Your idea of practicing is throwing knives at a table.
Really.
[ His voice is soft and modulated, if not a little bit flat, his tone laced with mild distaste. This is how he expects to improve his aim, his throw, his power? Throwing knives at a coffee table? Surely, there are better methods than that. ]
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Why, yes actually. [ He manages to make it sound not snappish, but largely annoyed. Practice methods doesn't need to be elaborate to be useful. ] If one expect any improvement in anything, basic practice is required.
[ He'd only received some scant instruction from Jay before the candy event had hit the Tower, and he had lost access to his knives upon death. So, Hidetoshi had... roughly less then two weeks and mediocre fighting experience with a spear to go off of. He isn't looking for an increase in power, just familiarity with something he is totally new at. A better aim, understanding and such. ]
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...
It's a table.
[ He rolls his eyes and averts his gaze to the nearby window. Is- Is that some kind of gruesome humanoid thing hanging from the window sill? That's not exactly a sight Shadow enjoys. Awkward. ]
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...
[ Does this person have issues with tables? :| ]
[ Hidetoshi follows his gaze upwards and tries to control his revolted grimace when he sees the monstrous, disgusting abomination dangling from the window sill, bony black fingers brushing against the glass and promptly looks back down. There's no real point to staring at creatures like appear to belong more in cheap two-yen horror movies than in reality. He continues on his way over to the battered table and crouches down on his haunches to gather up the scattered knives, prying some out of the wood and others off of the cold, smooth floor. ]
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[ he doesn't but GODDAMN A TABLE THAT IS THE WEIRDEST THING TO TRAIN WITH EVER
Whatever, though. That is now the least of his worries. He steps over to the window and faces that- that thing head-on, the grotesque eyes staring into his own. Shadow's ears pin to his skull, a small snarl showing itself, displaying to this beast that he's not to be trifled with. ]
What is this?
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[ Be quiet, he's working with limited resources here, okay AND NO ACTUALLY A TABLE IS NOT THAT WEIRD OF THING TO USE FOR TRAINING
He doesn't glance up from checking over his throwing knives, counting them up to ensure he didn't miss any of them before checking to see if the target had been knocked out of place or anything similar. It hadn't. He stood back up, rubbing his thumb idly down the flat side of one knife, and looking over at the black creature as he snarled at the beast beyond the glass. ]
I did not know and I do not want to know, as Keisuke would put it. [ Just of the many grotesque monsters that roamed the halls, and presumably the world, of the Tower they were trapped within. Or so Hidetoshi preferred to believe. An alternative left far too much to the imagination for him to sleep soundly. ] Perhaps it is one of the monsters.
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[ Someone probably owns that table or something. Grabbing from useful resources and wasting it on chucking knives? Pathetic.
As of now, however, he prefers to get to that... whatever it is outside, clinging to the wall for dear life and staring at him with its mouth (or... is that even a mouth at all?) hanging wide open, lolling from side-to-side. It is as if this thing's jaw has hinges that are loose, thus making the mouth swing about with nothing but skin holding it together with the head.
That is just a bit of a nauseating sight. Just a bit. ]
No, it is clearly an ally. What else would it be?
[ He isn't about to move from this spot yet, although he does take a step or two back. If that thing busts into the tower, he's going to have to promptly deal with it. ]
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[ He had noticed that no matter how much damage was caused to a floor, or a room, or anywhere really by anybody, sooner or later the damage was cleaned up or repaired. Hidetoshi was sure that the chaos sparked by the candy event had generated a fair deal of damage, yet. There was no sigh of any prior damage. And how many times must it be repeated, the table is scratched and still fully useable, not destroyed.
He walks back to the original position he had been standing in when the black creature had walked into the empty observatory and doesn't bother looking over at the revolting abomination clinging to the outside of the walls with its impossibly realistic mimicry of a zombie or other such unsettling, nasty things. It helps when he thinks of it and the general creepy atmosphere as mere horror movie effects, even he's fully aware that's not true. ]
My mistake. It could be either one of the cast members of the television series Feathermen, or one of the many unidentified, disgusting lifeforms that roam this lovely Tower of ours, who can say.
[ That was dry sarcasm, just in case you were wondering. ]
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I do not particularly care.
[ He leaves it as that condensed response, focusing on the more important matter at hand. He carefully steps back to the window, raising a curious finger and tapping it lightly against the glass. The creature doesn't move in the slightest, not even reacting to stimuli. Either it is very unresponsive or it's hard of hearing.
Either way, all he knows is it doesn't seem to be prepared to attack. There's that much. ]
Oh, no. [ He rolls his eyes, returning with some of his own biting sarcasm. ] You are mistaken. That is clearly a lovely princess lying in wait for you.
[ ... or perhaps both of them. egh. ]
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Of course. [ He answered the black creature's short volley of sarcasm with a disinterested sneer and his own snide commentary. Hidetoshi hefted one throwing knife in his hand, checking the weight for a moment with a critical eye while sparing another eye to pay attention to the other person's tapping on the glass wall in close proximity to the disgusting, zombie-thing outside. ] Well, I'm afraid the lovely maiden will be made to return to her home of rotting away in some putrid ditch, disappointed. Unless you feel like making her day yourself.
[ ... ew.
Thunk. The knife hit the target with a solid impact. His sneer lightened into a small smile. ]
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Oh, yes, it is definitely slobbering all over the window now with saliva and small smears of blood, making a totally nasty mess.
Ew. ]
... Well, then. [ Shadow turns away, trying to ignore the knotting sensation in his stomach. Eugh. ] I don't suppose you can defend yourself from 'harmless maidens' using simple knives.
[ Because that... isn't really going to do much of anything, he thinks. ]
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He very determinedly does not look at the window.
Because, no. ]
My self-defense skills are mediocre at the best. [ Said flatly. Even if they had improved over the duration of the candy event. There was a reason he tended to do his best to avoid monsters when not under the control of the Tower. His ego prevented him from spelling out plainly he wouldn't be of much use in combat, but his pride wasn't so large it would stop from being sincere about his ability to defend himself. ] So, I'm afraid I would only be an minor assent in combat against a 'harmless maiden', and I rathrt doubt throwing knives work against the... undead. [ All late-night horror movies were very clear about the fact you needed to chop off a zombie's head or burn it alive for it to stop moving or such crap. ]
[ It almost makes him miss being able to electrocute people. Thus, the need to boost his fighting skills up a little. He lines up another throw, squinting at the target scratched onto the coffee table. ]
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Do you wonder why they are mediocre?
[ He places a fist on his hip, not about to let him answer. ] Knives will not do anything for you. Training with larger weaponry, with magical abilities, with energies... that will aid you. There is no point to this.
[ Says the hedgehog who got killed by a kid vampire. ]
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No, I do not wonder— [ If he had wondered why, he wouldn't exactly be working to remedy the issue, would he? He was aware of the problem and being a perfectionist at heart, was attempting to work at fixing it. But the black creature cut him off before he could finish that sentence. Cue a small twitch. ]
[ He appraised him coldly, glaring down at him with, more with anger than anything else. ] I see. Is that how things are in whatever universe you come from? People can pick up heavy weaponry and be proficient at using it within one and half months? Magic and such energies actually exist? Then I feel I should inform that I have no such abilities. [
Cross-canon power ain't a thing man. Neither is non-canon powers. He's a NPC to boot.][ He turns to face him fully, crossing his arms over his chest. ] 'No point', you say? Don't be so narrow-minded. There's no reason to put the horse in front of the wagon. [ Everybody starts small. Realistic goals and all that. ]
45 it is!
He's in the observatory for a full minute before realizing that the steady noise he's hearing is being caused by another living thing. Right. Maybe being absorbed in his own internal angst is not the safest thing in a tower full of monsters. At least this seems to be a human being, but... no he's definitely safe. Even with all those sharp pointy knives.]
. . .
[Something isn't right, here.]
That... That table is public property, isn't it?
[Yep. Focusing on what's really important, here: VANDALISM.]
:]
And there's another person approaching, calling out to him. He cocks an eyebrow at the other male's words. It was similar to school property as he saw it; all of it was owned by the school but it was mainly used by the students. Egro, all of the tower was owned by the management, but largely used by their prisoners. ]
It belongs to... the administration actually, I believe.
[ Guess who is good at holding a grudge?
Hidetoshi is good at holding a grudge for all of eternity, and if he can't take it out on the subjects of his dislike, he will vent productively on their furniture. ]
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[Even if it was apparently the administrators who started that whole nightmare in the first place, destroying something belonging to authority figures is just unacceptable. Of course, Ishimaru isn't one for mindless destruction of anything. On the plus side, this seems to be exactly the kind of thing he needs to reawaken his fighting spirit.
Wait, maybe that's a bad thing.Enforcing rules is just another deeply ingrained habit of his, after all.]
Where did you even find that? Return it immediately before you wreck it further!
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[ There is clear disdain in his eyes when he speaks in very even tones, and his body language is rigid.
What is fighting spirit.Excuse you, this isn't mindless destruction; the table is badly scratched not destroyed and he was using it for a productive end; training himself how to use throwing knives successfully so he wouldn't die when he's placed in another combat situation. Also, Hidetoshi was in charge of his high school's Disciplinary Committee and the vice president of the student council, so one habitually zealous follow of the rules can meet this overly zealous follower of the rules! In this case, Hidetoshi does not view these people as legit figures of authority. Because he's an idealistic asshole like that. ]
The lounge. It seemed to be the cheapest one from what I could judge.
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Except... Ishimaru isn't used to troublemakers presenting such a logical argument in these cases. He's actually taken off-guard. Even though he's only been in the Tower for a little less than a month, even he can tell that the administrators are not the kind of people who genuinely care about everyone's well-being, even if he doesn't want to believe this level of cruelty could be intentional.
It's a little too much like Hope's Peak Academy here, really. He's not sure which place is worse.]
...I still know very little about those in charge here... But wouldn't doing something like this only provoke them?
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Yeah, he doesn't know what to make of them besides grudge-holding. ]
As do I. But actions speak louder then words do. [ And their actions aren't ones he find very admirable. He glances over at the table. ] Considering the damage the monsters and battles between residents of the Tower must regularly cause, I confess I very doubt they care about a single coffee table.
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Anyway, maybe if he approached this from a different angle...]
Even so, if those are for public use, the people trapped here have to care! Nobody wants to use broken furniture!
[He wouldn't, at the very least. Writing on a scratched-up table is hard, okay.]
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Then I'll take the this table back to my dorm when I'm done and use it myself. [ Thus, no one other than himself will have to suffer through writing on a scratched-up table. Justice. And he only needs one small table for basic target practice therefore none of the other furniture will be purposefully damaged by his hands. :| Problem solved. ]
[ But being of the Emperor arcana requires you to be stubborn and hard-headed even at the best of times. ]
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[Now there's just the matter of figuring out how many other people like to deal with their frustrations this way... Wait a minute.]
Hold on. I have an even better idea... Yes, it can still be used by everybody if it is the designated target for practicing things like this!
[Normally weapons would be an absolute no-go, but even Ishimaru gets that the monsters in the tower are kind of a big deal.]
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So he'll... ignore that first sentence (it wasn't destroying, it was practicing) and respond only to the second sentence and the little idea just proposed by the other male.
And by respond, we mean, he's gonna give you a flat stare and a calm statement of; ] It's a makeshift target that would probably break after a week. Have you seen some of powers that many residents of this tower possess?
[ Not many people would bother with throwing knives. Or with target practice. There was a training class in self defense and weaponry in the gymnasium for this sort of thing, wasn't there? He'd seen that post on the network by the redhead. ]
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A student from Gekkoukan, and not even one she recognized from S.E.E.S. at that. What an unfortunate child, if this was what he was up to. She watches for a moment, silent and specter-like from the stairwell, before taking the last few step onto the floor.]
You're releasing them too late, and your arm is too tense. It is probably harder on this floor than most, but you did choose it yourself...
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[He'd heard the others who had interrupted him coming, not that they had attempted to conceal their approach. But he hadn't noticed the girl until she had stepped forward, a flash of bright crimson at the corner of his eye, and spoke. He paused and turned to face her, solemnly thinking over her advice before nodding. ] Really? Thank you for the correction.
[ Hidetoshi tries to relax the tension in his arms, awkwardly adjusting the timing of his throws and adds in response to her comment regarding this place; ]
I selected it because I thought it was a little out of the way. Is there something badly wrong with this floor? [ He measn, yes, this empty observatory is extremely creepy but the entire Tower is horrible and this floor doesn't strike him as more horrible than the rest for a quiet place to practice. If you... ignore the occasional dead creature crawling around outside the glass walls. Which he can do.
But he had been here for only little more than a month. Newbie still. If this girl had been here longer, he'd be inclined to take her more experienced advice. ]
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Sometimes you'll find you have to sacrifice 'out of the way' for 'easy to concentrate in'.
[She comes to a stop somewhere behind him, skirt sweeping around her legs, the faintest jingle of chains audible.]
Perhaps one of the forests- preferably the one sans killer fauna, until you can aim better.
[Chidori has been around... a year, now? She knows what she's talking about, more or less.]
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That's... a reasonable idea. [ It's not exactly like he really knows what he's doing here beyond the basics. He turns his back to her, examining the coffee table and the throwing knives embedded within it as he thinks. (Hidetoshi writes the faint metallic sound at the edge of his hearing off as one of the beforementioned monsters crawling against the glass walls of the observatory.) ]
[ The sixth floor of the Tower had an expansive forest, he could recall that much easily, but the list of unsafe floors Minato had allowed him to look at had marked it as dangerous, and it was more likely than not the floor with the killer fauna the stranger had mentioned. And floor twenty-five held peaceful greenery, but was no forest. So which one was the girl referring to? He taps a finger against his left arm. ]
Which floor would you recommend?
[ The scratched coffee table was light, not difficult to carry at all, but he didn't truly fancy heaving it up or down a couple dozen floors again. ]
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The thirty-second floor has a normal enough forest- though I would not go anywhere in this place alone if I were incapable of protecting myself. Twenty-nine is the garden maze, but I wouldn't go there unless you're planning to stay a while. If you're quite desperate, you can try the cathedral on the thirteenth floor. Your safety isn't guaranteed on any of the rest, really.
[Technically, his safety wasn't guaranteed anywhere in the tower, but that might be a bit too alarmist of a thing to say.]
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I see. Floor twenty-nine sounds like the... safest level of the Tower to practice in.
[ Was his short response to the redheaded girl, and he means 'safest' as in 'I'm aware that there is no guarantee of safety anywhere in this wretched helltower but I'm trusting that from your recommendation these floors are moderately safer and I wouldn't perish instantly should I set foot on them' and not as in 'I'm confident I would not die in there' because paranoia is... starting to set in. The cathedral was out because he wasn't sure if he would violate some religious belief or santurary by practicing there and navigating a garden maze sounded too tedious to waste time with.
Hidetoshi strides briskly over to the scratched coffee table and crouches down to pry out the few knives lodged within its wooden surface and gather up the knives scattered around it from missing the target and hitting the wall instead, or from just from falling off the target after impact. It takes a few minutes. That done, he stands back up and tucks the throwing knives away so he wouldn't lose any of them. He glances over at the gothic stranger, a hint of uncertainty in his dark gray eyes before saying; ] My self-defense skills are sadly not up to fighting off monsters for very long. If you have the time to spare, would you object to accompanying me, miss...?
[ Taking her advice about traveling alone, yep. ]
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[And once she found him, the mechanical girl watched in silence as Hidetoshi practiced--thunk, thunk, thunk. Dozens of numbers worked themselves out in her mind in a matter of seconds; estimated weight of knives (X), distance (Y), account for air resistance (Z) calculate for optimum trajectory and force.]
[Measuring time in thrown knives was unorthodox, but she'd been too lost in thought and careful mathematics to do anything else. Several thunks later, the girl finally spoke up.]
D'you want a little help with that?
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Goddamnit, he does not enjoy feeling guilty.
But he was. He hadn't even fought back against the murderous urges, had he? Hadn't even recognized they were an abnormal desire, or for what the need to kill something actually had pressed him to do, though he had been aware it was possible the costumes could have an effect on the mind. Not once had he questioned his perception of reality as he had saw it; Hidetoshi had simply accepted blindly what his eyes had told and allowed the urges instilled in him to rule his actions. And attacked a bystander for what amounted to no reason.
Hidetoshi hated not being in control. Of himself, or his surroundings.
The knot in his stomach since speaking to Labrys on the network hadn't gone away per se, but it had loosened up when he started focussing on nothing but hitting the target where he wanted to over and over and over. It tightens a bit. He blinks, glances at the mechanical girl, and dips his head slightly. ]
... If you want to, yeah.
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[Labrys closed the distance between them with a few steps, and without a thought to personal space or social conventions took his hand in both of hers. They were cold as one might expect metal to be, but not so much as to be unfriendly; her touch was gentle and cautious, positioning Hidetoshi's own hand around the knife and raising it into a carefully calculated position.]
Try throwin' it now; not too hard, or it'll go flyin' over your target.
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[ afdlasfhglksaksjakw personal space bubble personal space bubble!
His stance goes rigid once more, muscles locking up at the invasion of his personal space bubble though he immediately forces them to relax again, and conceal his discomfort. The girl in the odd getup (which, now that he thought about it, could be simply part of her design?) had no malicious intentions toward him and judging from the large axe strapped to her back, clearly knew about combat than he did. SHe was attempting to help. He allowed her hands (metal, yes, but flexible, gentle, and confirmation of her status as a robot, perhaps that was how she knew how to position the trajectory of the knives) to position his own with protest on his part. ]
... I see. [ And once she releases her grip on his throwing hand, he does as she suggested and throw it towards the target, taking care to not use too much force behind his toss. The projectile flies through the air and impacts the table, not hitting the bulls-eye but coming rather close. ] ... Much better than last time.
[ He perks up a bit and nods awkwardly at Labrys. ] Your advice was sound.
[ can he
have his personal space bubble now? No? Okay. ]
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[She finally stepped back and clasped her hands together with a smile, with little to no indication she realized personal space was usually much of a thing. Whoops.]
Y' don't really seem like ya do this kinda thing often.
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[ He stiffly shrugged. ]
I don't. [ was his dry confession. Hidetoshi was one of those kids that freaked out if he was five minutes late to class, and tended to be miserable during PE class which he only attended because he had to. Throwing knives wasn't something he harbored much interest in nor was fighting. But when he had been kidnapped to this Tower, some things had to change so he could go to sleep at night. ]
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[It's not the most eloquent of opening lines, but Naoya is usually quiet when he's not talking about leadership with the other Persona users. He gives Hidetoshi a smile.]
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Is that so? [ A huff ] I'm just starting to get the hang of this, honestly... Improvement in many areas is needed.
[ Having much less than a month and a half to switch from city boy who never touched a weapon in his life to someone even mildly capable of fighting, is a uphill struggle in some ways. BUt he's been improving! ... A little. ]
by the way is he wearing the school outfit?
Once you find a weapon that you feel is suitable for your style, it's simply a question of repeated practice.
[He puts his hands near his pockets like he does all the time when he's standing still.]
yep + yellow armband on his right arm
You speak from personal experience?
[ At least Naoya doesn't have as terrible as posture as a certain headphone-wearing someone Hidetoshi knows. ]
Awesome.
At his words, he nods.]
Before the adventure with my friend, I did not know how to operate a sword nor a submachine gun.
[He changes his stance.]
If you don't mind me asking...you attend the same school as Arisato?
xD
He looks up at that, cocking an eyebrow. A... A submachine gun. Really. Really? ]
It must have been quite the adventure, to require you learn how to.
[ It's not much of a surprise as it should be to Hidetoshi to hear this person knew his friend as well. Ah, that's mister social butterfly for you. ]
You're acquainted with Minato-kun yourself? Yes, I attend Gekkoukan High School as [ short mental pause to correct the past tense to present tense before saying it out of habit ] he does.
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...it's a long story.
[He strokes his chin, thinking. Hey you know what else Naoya did? Telling things like they are.]
Yes, both leading our respective teams. However, my own is unaccounted for in the tower. Perhaps I should explain that I am from 1997, and your past.
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I see—
[ And then Naoya drops that little bombshell of information, and Hidetoshi stares at him like he's grown a second head out of his left shoulder blade, and said head was radioactive. His shoulders tighten in confusion. ]
... Excuse me?
[ It's not the time distortion and the casual mention of being from 1997 that throws him off—Risette was from the future, after all and he'd gotten over that shocker pretty swiftly since it had happened with both Minato(s) as well. It was the connection of Minato and this person as being same since they lead their respective teams—their respective of who and for what? ]
LATE FOREVER
I apologize. That might be something that he should tell you himself first...
[He'd have to apologize to Minato later about this faux-pas as well.]
IT'S ALRIGHT
... Exactly what should he inform me of? Which teams are you referring to?
[ #good job Naoya ]