towerofanimus | how the mighty have fallen

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how the mighty have fallen

Characters: Isamu Nitta and whoever dares.
Setting: Various floors in the first block. Cafeteria, mostly. His bedroom (1-06) if you're a roomie.
Format: ~~surprise me~~ any
Summary: The Mighty Isamu, Master of Amala, now lost and confused in his new surroundings, is doing his best to avoid contact with others. It's easier to tell how much of a freak you appear to be when there's more than just demons around to judge.
Warnings: He's kind of an ass.

The chest by his bed had contained his clothing, though the most Isamu had really done was switch out the white outfit he'd woken in to his old jeans and hat. Trying to cover himself with a shirt was pointless. It was too tight and rubbed against the growths uncomfortably. Anyone who saw him after he snuck out would just have to deal.

-Cafeteria-
It's been a couple days since Isamu's arrival, and he's hungry. He'd been taken care of in the Amala Network after a time, but here? Here the neglected and empty pieces of his still-human system had nothing to keep them from crying out for attention. Hiding in his room did little good when it was shared (though he did try) so he waits until night to make his way to the cafeteria.

Being refused anything but a bowl of oatmeal, he considers skipping out on food entirely. His stomach has other ideas, however, and oatmeal is one of the few things he might actually be able to get down (that isn't a straight liquid) after a good while of not eating at all. He moves to a corner of the room and does his best to eat there without being noticed.

-Floor 3 / Library-
Searching through the books here reveals little about anything. One would have thought that with so many words at least some of them would be useful. He doesn't stay here long, and he leaves a mess of scattered books behind him when he leaves.

-Floor 4 / Lounge-
The rest of his time out is spent in this room, curled up on a futon against the wall and doing his best to make himself invisible to others so that he can have some time to ponder things in private.

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I'll still know you're here.

[Sharing the same air with someone. What an annoyance.]

I like the space I was in.

[ Boohoo. What a tragedy.

He finds this guy more slightly... irritating by the moment. ]

Then I suppose you will have to weight your like of that space over your dislike of my presence here.

[ Because Hidetoshi sure isn't planning on moving. ]

I bet you don't even know who I am. I bet you don't even know what I'm capable of.

[Neither does Isamu, to be frank. At least at the moment. It looks like what he's capable of is turning out to be a big fat nothing, but maybe he can bluff a little.]

[ Well, he helped kill a eyeball-tentacle water-monster with a grappling hook okay, beat that. Hidetoshi frowns and folds his arms across his chest, mentally thinking punk. ]

As a matter of fact, yes. I actually have no idea who you are, or why you're bothering me. It's starting to look like you're tediously wasting my time.

[ This guy's aura didn't really measure up to people like Uryuu or Ruana. He... Honestly, he couldn't even be that much older than Hidetoshi himself at the best. ]

Edited 2013-09-13 02:05 (UTC)

I'm wasting your time? What's there to waste?

[Because Isamu's time is so much more important right now and all...]

I'm Isamu! The Mighty Isamu, Master of Amala! [It's a quick but awkward correction. And he realizes how ridiculous it sounds after he says it. Why had it sounded so cool before?]

I was accompanied before you came over here, you know.

[ This guy's all hot air. He looks at him like he's sprouting off gibberish. ]

The Mighty Isamu? Sounds like a corny superhero title some kid would give himself. [ Maybe the 'Master of Amala' bit meant something significant and important in that world, but it didn't ring a bell with Hidetoshi. ]

Shut up! It's fitting for someone who has the ability to recreate a world the way he wants it to be.

[Not that he has this option anymore.]

Now get out!

[Then he makes an attempt at shoving the couch over. It's a very poor attempt. The couch is heavier than it looks. He succeeds only in scooting it a bit, not even lifting the back legs off the ground.]

In case you haven't already been informed, there's no world left to recreate, so that point's moot.

[ There's no way anybody would be stupid enough to let a random teenager have that power in the first place anyhow. ]

No.

[ His voice is completely flat, but annoyed. The thing about bullies is that it's best to not give them an inch of ground or they start thinking they can walk all over people. And he had gotten the impression this guy was a puffed-up, self-centered bully with. Freakish face-growths all over him.

... That attempt was a tad pathetic, Isamu. Hidetoshi looks at the couch, then at him, unimpressed. ]

Edited 2013-09-14 17:20 (UTC)

[With a frustrated growl, Isamu continues his assault on the couch. Since just shoving it hasn't proven very fruitful, he takes to slamming feet and fists into the back of it just to vent his anger. The furniture itself remains basically unharmed.

It's not long before he stops, panting, suddenly light headed. The faces on his skin are opening and closing their mouths in silent imitation of his own breathing, sucking at the air but gathering in nothing that can help him.]

[ This person can't seriously be throwing a... tantrum. But it seems that he really is. The unimpressed expression on Hidetoshi's face fades, carefully concealing his confusion and disbelief at the uncouth scene.

askjhwk why are those faces' mouths moving and shutting like fish seeking water, that is so disturbing. He unfolds his arms and takes a step closer, eyebrow furrowing at the panting. ]

Are you well? [ Even an irritating punk didn't deserve to have poor health on top of being here. ]

Edited 2013-09-14 22:58 (UTC)

I don't need you asking me that.

[He's already come to the conclusion that the answer is no. However he was able to live in the Amala Network, it isn't working here. He already ate (disgusting as it was) but there's something else missing.

He sits down on the floor, tired and embarrassed.]

[ That's a "no" then.

He turns and walks around the couch that's between them and while he maintains a polite, safe distance form the teen sitting down on the floor, he didn't have it in him to ditch somebody if they were ill and it wasn't contagious. ]

Alright then. [ tiresome punk ] Would you like help? [ Carefully, he looks only at his face and not at the rest of his body. ]

Get away from me!

[When the other teen steps closer, Isamu is immediately scooting away and stumbling back up to his feet. This guy doesn't really care. He's just like all the others.]

[ It's called common human decency, jackass. Concernedly, since this guy seemed too tired a moment ago to stand up; ]

What's the matter? [ Hidetoshi doesn't get any closer, but he doesn't back away from him. ]

Nothing's the matter! I'll destroy you!

[This is quite possibly one of the most pathetic things Isamu has ever said.]

[ This guy can't seriously be for real. ]

Make threats you can actually back up, if you're going to make them at all. [ A pause. He nearly snaps out something uncharitable about Isamu's questionable intelligence, but gags himself. Minato wouldn't approve of that. ]

Look, I have no interest in hurting you, okay?

You think I'm afraid you're gonna hurt me?

[He snorts.]

I'm not afraid of anyone.

[ He raises an eyebrow.

Isamu's the one that used the word afraid, not him. He'd been assuming mental issues or reluctance. ]

Your prior behavior certainly didn't display comfort with physical proximity. Unless you're deathly allergic to human beings.

I don't need your filth on me, is all. And I certainly don't need any help you have to offer.

[He can say that now. A few days from now he might not feel quite the same.]

[ Hidetoshi rolls his eyes and folds his arms again. Moving from concern into exasperation because fine, if you want to be that way! ]

That's a grating attitude to have, and useless to boot. Don't you have any common sense? Honestly.

[Isamu glares some more at that but doesn't really have a proper comeback.]

...Whatever. I can find somewhere else.

[ Argh, he couldn't stand people with no common sense because they never listen to what's coming out of their own mouths. ]

Fine. [ Still exasperated. Maybe he should leave too. No, wait, first he should do this: ] I'm Hidetoshi. If you're ill, I suggest you keep to the dormitories at night unless you want to spend a lot of time fighting off monsters.

[ ... Okay, now he's quitting the scene and turning to walk back to his couch because there's only so long his patience can last. ]

Hmph.

[He slams the door behind him when he leaves.

He'll remember Hidetoshi's name, though. Even if it looks like he doesn't give a shit.]

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