towerofanimus | a boy and his pet dino

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a boy and his pet dino

Characters: Phillip and you.
Setting: Starting in his room, but gonna end up in the hallway pretty quick. Catch him at either point~!
Format: Starting prose, matching you~
Summary: This is not how you want to wake up, the day of a hostage situation.
Warnings: Probably some small time angst. ALSO, SPOILERS FOR KAMEN RIDER W.

Panic wasn't a poignant enough word for the state Phillip was in. Last he could recall, he was talking to Fuyumi Asou- the next, he was strangely dressed in a white room with no bearings for his current situation. He'd had a plan, but this...pretty much set everything back. Of course, the first thought was that this was part of the Organization, and they had somehow managed to snatch him up while he was sleeping. It wasn't so far-fetched; the hostage taker could have alerted them to the agency's whereabouts. The collar was new, the suit was weird, but the most troubling?

He couldn't do lookups. Never in Phillip's recollection could he not do a lookup.

Phillip found his things in his trunk- scowled at Fang, but let the dinosaur hop out -and changed in to his normal outfit. The Organization wouldn't have left him his things, so what the heck was going on? He never even looked at the letters. Once he was dressed, he was out the room door, Fang crying out and following.

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Maybe Fang had a sense of trolling itself, considering it whirled its little dino head down the opposite end of the hallway. It gave a roar, which only seemed to irritate Phillip's mood even further.

"Fang!" First he couldn't get rid of the thing- now it was running off on it's own? Whoever programmed the damn thing...

Of course he had to follow the damn memory. It wasn't like he expected it to be a bloodhound, but leaving it unattended would probably be worse than ignoring it.

There's the roar again, hah.

Heh. Ha ha. Hahahahaha.

Shoutarou leaned against the wall, back to the direction Philip and Fang would approach from, and chuckled nervously to himself. "...guess I am." The stress of being in this place in general, plus dealing with the fallout of his spat with Francisca must be making him crack.

If you think you've lost it, how do you think your aibou feels, spotting you down the hallway? Despite Fang roaring a third time, Phillip didn't even seem to notice, too busy gawking.

Glance at Shou. At Fang. At Shou. At Fang. At Shou, leaning against a wall looking pensive and in thought.

...yeah, that had to be the real deal.

"Shoutaro!" YOUR AIBOU IS RUNNING AT YOU, HIDARI. WHAT DO?

Why, continue to think he's imagining it, of course. And shake his head, smacking his forehead with his fist a few times. "Get ahold of yourself, Hidari..."

How about when said Phillip is actually shaking your shoulder?

"Shoutaro, what are you doing here?!" He wanted to ask a lot more than just that, but- oh, screw it. "Are you injured?"

Shoutarou's head slowly turns, and he blinks several times before his head weakly shakes. "I... You're not here. You're not real... You're one of those phantoms..."

"Phantom?" What was he talking about...? Maybe another Dopant had been involved with the hostage situation?

"I'm no phantom, Shoutaro." How to prove it? Well, it'd be the same way to prove Shou himself wasn't a fake. Phillip dug in his pocket, and pulled out Cyclone.

Shoutarou backs up just a bit as Philip pulls out the Cyclone memory.

This can't be right. Philip can't be here right here, right now. There's a small part of him that's hopeful, though...

He reaches into his jacket, and pulls out the Double Driver, staring at it for several seconds before he puts it on his waist... If this is really Philip...

...and the belt manifest around Phillip too. It took him a moment of looking up and down the hallway before he finally spoke up again.

"Do you have the courage to ride with the devil, Shoutaro?"

CYCLONE

Normally, this is where Shoutarou would get Joker out, but... Instead, he just points, shaking his head idly. He looks like he's seen a ghost, to be honest.

"What...but... You can't be here! YOU'RE DEAD!"

"...dead?"

Yeah, what the hell is he supposed to say to that? The memory was stuffed back in his pocket, and Phillip shook Shou's shoulder a little.

"I am without problem, Shoutaro. I'm not dead."

A pause, and he tentatively broached his earlier theory. "Was there another Dopant besides Kurata Kenji? They may have messed with your perception of events." Shou always was soft-hearted when it came to illusionary stuff.

That name snaps him back to reality - being mindlinked to Philip helped stir the memory. "Kurata Kenji...Arms Dopant..."

His face is even more perplexed now. "But... That was over a year ago - why would you show up from -that- ti-- Wait, those kids all from the same world had a lot of time discrepancies..."

He mutters for a moment, then it finally hits him...

Philip is here. He's from the past, but he's here and alive and not-dead and oh god what are his emotions doing.

The detective makes a strangled noise, and promptly sets to tackling the other man in a hug.

It was only momentary, but Phillip got some sense of something being wrong from Shou's end of the driver, but couldn't sort it out before being...hugged.

Clearly, something was wrong here, and he had to get to the bottom of it- especially this dead business -but now wasn't the time. It was awkward and uncertain, but the hug was reciprocated. At least they hadn't toppled to the ground ~~because that'd just be hysterigay~~.

Shou finally let go after a moment, grinning ear-to-ear and totally just had something in his eye, he was not crying shut up.

"Oh man...I ...I..."

Words failed him.

It took Phillip a moment himself, but he did give in and smile.

"As half-boiled as ever~"

He laughed soon after to show he wasn't being pointed, but even if things were happy...he did have some business to attend to, now that the rush was leaving him.

"Does this mean we were successful against the Arms Dopant? Were you and Aki-chan okay?"

"I'd be mad about that, but I haven't heard it in so long, it's a comfort to actually hear it again."

He nods. "Yeah, we pulled off FangJoker, and you managed to get it under control."

Shou's consistency- in his reaction and his behavior -was pretty damn comforting to Phillip, at least. As well as the news about Arms- though the smile faded from his face some when Shou brought up FangJoker. The memory in question, long since ignored at this point, gave a convenient roar to remind Phillip he was still there- something the boy did only as an afterthought.

"Shoutaro." There was one thing that he could forsee as being a problem, but...was it wise to bring it up? "There may be a problem with that."

Oh hey, there's Fang. Speak of the devil.

Phillip's comment got a curious look. "What's that?"

"I'm not sure, but I only could think of one way to control Fang." Shoutaro snapping him out of it, which the other would know if it'd worked. "But, I...can't access the Planetary Bookshelves here."

Shoutarou stares for several seconds, rather stunned by Phillip's words. "...I...suppose that makes some sense, given that this is supposedly another world. I guess that confirms it."

And then it sinks in, and he turns a concerned look upon Philip. "Then how I got you back to yourself wouldn't work..."

The lack of the Library was much more upsetting, frankly, but the problem with Fang was up there as well. At least Fang wasn't a daily need. "We shouldn't need Fang here, at least. That buys us time to think of an alternative, if I have to use it." And a smile. "I'm sure you'll come up with something. I'm counting on you, Shoutaro."

Shoutarou nods, then sighs with a bit of a smile. "I usually do manage to pull something out, yeah..." There was an odd crack in his usual confidence there - the tower had been wearing on him.

"At least we've got a tangible library to use, limited as it may be."

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a boy and his pet dino

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you knew this was coming

Too bad Shou's too rattled

fine, ruin the moment with your /halfboiled tears/

HE'S THE BEST AT HALFBOILED

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