[For some reason, Nice has decided that it's a great idea to keep going down. He'll go up, eventually, but he can check out both eventually.
He's gotten past the monsters and found the mask, and more importantly...he's found the altar. It's kind of eerie, he thinks, as he looks over at the trinkets, and he scratches at one of the bandages on his face as he stands there and considers it.]
There's alway got to be something creepy, huh?
[He's not really talking to anyone in particular.]
phase iii;
[He really hates it when he comes across things that shows him glimpses of home. For example, he's trying to avoid looking at the mirrors, because he knows what he's going to see. His friend, who he'd thought was dead, standing behind Nice as he knelt forward to investigate a dead body.
That same friend, putting a gun to the back of his head as Nice kneels in shock. Art looks pretty grim as he does it, not like the person Nice knew at all.
And then Nice is moving, trying to get away from him, and he gets shot in the shoulder in the process.
That's when he stomps on the mirror completely, gritting his teeth and hoping that it shatters even more. While he's not generally the type of person to lose his temper this badly, he's really tired of seeing it. He's moved past it, even.
He just doesn't want to relive it.]
penalty;
[Well, dying doesn't really shake up Nice as much as it really should. It had shaken him up, seeing Sousei in the Nexus Code, but he's going to make himself not dwell on it. He can't dwell on it. That just simply isn't productive, right?
But what's even less productive is the fact that he's phasing through what he's touching, which this time seems to be some fries that'd come with his meal. He's in a pretty foul mood because of it, and he groans before leaning back on the bench he's sitting on.
At least he doesn't phase through that.]
A guy's gotta eat, you know! [He's yelling up at the sky, as if he's going to get anything done by doing this. But he's so frustrated...and there might be a little bit more underlying frustration that he's not going to acknowledge he has, either.] At least let me go through something useful, for a change. Like the wall of a hot springs or something like that.
[Well.]
Maybe not the hot springs. I don't know what I'd want to go through. I don't really want to go through a safe or anything like that. I don't really want that much money. Maybe somewhere that I can scare that old hag and have her stop jerking us all around.
[As if he knows someone is around him, he'll suddenly sit up and look at them:]
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[For some reason, Nice has decided that it's a great idea to keep going down. He'll go up, eventually, but he can check out both eventually.
He's gotten past the monsters and found the mask, and more importantly...he's found the altar. It's kind of eerie, he thinks, as he looks over at the trinkets, and he scratches at one of the bandages on his face as he stands there and considers it.]
There's alway got to be something creepy, huh?
[He's not really talking to anyone in particular.]
phase iii;
[He really hates it when he comes across things that shows him glimpses of home. For example, he's trying to avoid looking at the mirrors, because he knows what he's going to see. His friend, who he'd thought was dead, standing behind Nice as he knelt forward to investigate a dead body.
That same friend, putting a gun to the back of his head as Nice kneels in shock. Art looks pretty grim as he does it, not like the person Nice knew at all.
And then Nice is moving, trying to get away from him, and he gets shot in the shoulder in the process.
That's when he stomps on the mirror completely, gritting his teeth and hoping that it shatters even more. While he's not generally the type of person to lose his temper this badly, he's really tired of seeing it. He's moved past it, even.
He just doesn't want to relive it.]
penalty;
[Well, dying doesn't really shake up Nice as much as it really should. It had shaken him up, seeing Sousei in the Nexus Code, but he's going to make himself not dwell on it. He can't dwell on it. That just simply isn't productive, right?
But what's even less productive is the fact that he's phasing through what he's touching, which this time seems to be some fries that'd come with his meal. He's in a pretty foul mood because of it, and he groans before leaning back on the bench he's sitting on.
At least he doesn't phase through that.]
A guy's gotta eat, you know! [He's yelling up at the sky, as if he's going to get anything done by doing this. But he's so frustrated...and there might be a little bit more underlying frustration that he's not going to acknowledge he has, either.] At least let me go through something useful, for a change. Like the wall of a hot springs or something like that.
[Well.]
Maybe not the hot springs. I don't know what I'd want to go through. I don't really want to go through a safe or anything like that. I don't really want that much money. Maybe somewhere that I can scare that old hag and have her stop jerking us all around.
[As if he knows someone is around him, he'll suddenly sit up and look at them:]
I bet you'd go through the hot springs, right?
[Humor him, distract him, or something...]