[Everything is somewhat hazy. He's not sure how he got from the Nexus Code from here, honestly-- he just staggered until he could rest his hand against a surface that felt solid. He looks up further and sees...]
...what the hell.
[No, really. What the hell happened?! Rather, how did he get from where he remembers being to right here and no, seriously. What the hell. Where's Komaeda, too? A sharp glance around assures him that Komaeda is nowhere to be seen and that's top on the charts of things that aren't okay with Hinata.
And then, when he drops his hands to his body on instinct:]
Where are my weapons?!
[FUCK IT, HE'S BOOKING IT. THIS IS RIDICULOUS.
He's never without his trusty hunting knife, at least! And he'd never forget to arm himself on any given day! So, you know, there's Hinata, running pell-mell through the streets, doing his damn best to dodge any kinds of debris or attacking aliens. And doing a very nice job.
Fighto, Hinata. Or not fighto, as the case may be.]
phase iv. [So, where are you right now? Are you in the middle of fighting aliens? Maybe you're running away, maybe you've found a spot where you can hide out...
Be prepared for the air near to you (whether in front, to the side, or behind) to flicker as coding finishes its glitching and unceremoniously just dumps Hinata somewhere where he probably doesn't want to be.
Wow. Everything isn't okay.
Or, perhaps you'll catch him later when he figures out that, hey wait a second, you can actually control this stuff. He'll appear much less unceremoniously, his gaze scouring for anyone familiar or, you know, anyone who can explain what the hell happened. While he apparently hadn't been paying attention or was gone for who-knows-how-long.]
wildcard. [LITERALLY ANYTHING, THE WORLD MIGHT BE ENDING, DO AS YOU WILL]
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[Everything is somewhat hazy. He's not sure how he got from the Nexus Code from here, honestly-- he just staggered until he could rest his hand against a surface that felt solid. He looks up further and sees...]
...what the hell.
[No, really. What the hell happened?! Rather, how did he get from where he remembers being to right here and no, seriously. What the hell. Where's Komaeda, too? A sharp glance around assures him that Komaeda is nowhere to be seen and that's top on the charts of things that aren't okay with Hinata.
And then, when he drops his hands to his body on instinct:]
Where are my weapons?!
[FUCK IT, HE'S BOOKING IT. THIS IS RIDICULOUS.
He's never without his trusty hunting knife, at least! And he'd never forget to arm himself on any given day! So, you know, there's Hinata, running pell-mell through the streets, doing his damn best to dodge any kinds of debris or attacking aliens. And doing a very nice job.
Fighto, Hinata. Or not fighto, as the case may be.]
phase iv.
[So, where are you right now? Are you in the middle of fighting aliens? Maybe you're running away, maybe you've found a spot where you can hide out...
Be prepared for the air near to you (whether in front, to the side, or behind) to flicker as coding finishes its glitching and unceremoniously just dumps Hinata somewhere where he probably doesn't want to be.
Wow. Everything isn't okay.
Or, perhaps you'll catch him later when he figures out that, hey wait a second, you can actually control this stuff. He'll appear much less unceremoniously, his gaze scouring for anyone familiar or, you know, anyone who can explain what the hell happened. While he apparently hadn't been paying attention or was gone for who-knows-how-long.]
wildcard.
[LITERALLY ANYTHING, THE WORLD MIGHT BE ENDING, DO AS YOU WILL]