The first time the mask thing happened, Leon did everything in his power to hide his away. But a lot's happened in his life in the months since then. More pertinently, even, everyone's going to fucking die today.
So screw it. He doesn't even try this time: his bloody-fingerprinted mask is just hanging off the side of his head so he knows where it is, out of the way of his vision, covered in red fingerprints that look about teenage girl sized. Mmhmmm.
. . . And he's being left alone, for the most part. He realizes that quickly enough too, and he's ready to use it to everyone's advantage if he can. It's not that he's an especially brave soul; it's that he's the kind of guy who will resort to desperate measures without thinking in a bad situation.
Maybe if he weren't he wouldn't have a mask like this in the first place.
If you're in direct danger, especially—but not only—if you're someone he cares for, you might find yourself shoved out of the way of an alien by a guy double-fisting knives, which is the coolest thing he will ever accomplish in his (after)life. One of them is the switchblade he carries with him everywhere. The other is a kitchen knife that might look familiar to a very few people. Most of them last saw it in a courtroom.
Cool?]
Get the fuck outta the way!
[ . . . Yeah, he's not actually going to be able to fight off a Flamine by himself, probably—maybe if he's very lucky and desperate, it's happened before—but at least he bought you some time?]
II
[He's not going to spend long in the Nexus Code—he fucking hates the place—but he can't not go and find his schoolmates when he's got the chance. Here he's not in a rush, walking through and scanning the frozen faces for familiar ones, without looking too hard at them. They're not exactly a pretty sight.]
Naegi . . . ? Fujisaki . . . Tanaka . . . ?
[Maybe you're here doing the same thing. Sigh. What a depressing way to spend an afternoon.]
IV
[As the day goes on and the glitches get worse, Leon's own glitch o' the day is an oldie but a goodie: catching on fire when he gets emotional. Too bad it's an emotional kind of day, huh?
By now he's out of the Nexus Code and looking for more friends to protect, if he can, or more likely hole up somewhere with; he's getting tired of running. They can't keep this up forever. It's time to find somewhere to hide. Too bad it's hard to be stealthy when running into someone you're really happy to see alive is an emotional moment—]
—You're okay?! You're okay! Let's get the hell outta here!
[He says, and then his hair just, catches on fire. It doesn't actually burn, or seem to hurt him; though it'll hurt you if you get too close. It's just . . . bursting into flames with the force of his delight.
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[It's a good day to be a murderer, huh?
The first time the mask thing happened, Leon did everything in his power to hide his away. But a lot's happened in his life in the months since then. More pertinently, even, everyone's going to fucking die today.
So screw it. He doesn't even try this time: his bloody-fingerprinted mask is just hanging off the side of his head so he knows where it is, out of the way of his vision, covered in red fingerprints that look about teenage girl sized. Mmhmmm.
. . . And he's being left alone, for the most part. He realizes that quickly enough too, and he's ready to use it to everyone's advantage if he can. It's not that he's an especially brave soul; it's that he's the kind of guy who will resort to desperate measures without thinking in a bad situation.
Maybe if he weren't he wouldn't have a mask like this in the first place.
If you're in direct danger, especially—but not only—if you're someone he cares for, you might find yourself shoved out of the way of an alien by a guy double-fisting knives, which is the coolest thing he will ever accomplish in his (after)life. One of them is the switchblade he carries with him everywhere. The other is a kitchen knife that might look familiar to a very few people. Most of them last saw it in a courtroom.
Cool?]
Get the fuck outta the way!
[ . . . Yeah, he's not actually going to be able to fight off a Flamine by himself, probably—maybe if he's very lucky and desperate, it's happened before—but at least he bought you some time?]
II
[He's not going to spend long in the Nexus Code—he fucking hates the place—but he can't not go and find his schoolmates when he's got the chance. Here he's not in a rush, walking through and scanning the frozen faces for familiar ones, without looking too hard at them. They're not exactly a pretty sight.]
Naegi . . . ? Fujisaki . . . Tanaka . . . ?
[Maybe you're here doing the same thing. Sigh. What a depressing way to spend an afternoon.]
IV
[As the day goes on and the glitches get worse, Leon's own glitch o' the day is an oldie but a goodie: catching on fire when he gets emotional. Too bad it's an emotional kind of day, huh?
By now he's out of the Nexus Code and looking for more friends to protect, if he can, or more likely hole up somewhere with; he's getting tired of running. They can't keep this up forever. It's time to find somewhere to hide. Too bad it's hard to be stealthy when running into someone you're really happy to see alive is an emotional moment—]
—You're okay?! You're okay! Let's get the hell outta here!
[He says, and then his hair just, catches on fire. It doesn't actually burn, or seem to hurt him; though it'll hurt you if you get too close. It's just . . . bursting into flames with the force of his delight.
He might try to hug you.
Sorry.]