[ Finally, the time has come. Togami's been anticipating this day, confident that whatever ruthless aliens the Flamines may be, he should be able to negotiate with them without losing his cool. That's just the kind of person he is. Everyone else just isn't as qualified!
But, what do you know? It's starting to seem like everyone really was right, and that the Flamines really are completely unreasonable murder machines, and no amount of superiority will change that. Despite his force of presence, he's just another face in the crowd.
But he can't accept it that easily. He has to try, scoffing with his arms crossed. ]
Get back from me. Do you even know who you're talking to? I'm Byakuya Togami.
[ He has hope in his heart for this working out, but at this rate, he's sacrificing his chances for a viable Plan B. Please save this man from himself. ]
PHASE III
[ ...of course, as soon as he gets his broken mask back, even that shaky confidence is shattered. Now he's on the Most Wanted list for the Flamines, with limited means of fighting back. His hacking gun isn't magic, but the bullets have only minimal effect, whether they're fire or electricity or even just regular damage. Even if he has a basic knife for emergencies, he's not exactly an expert at fighting off hordes of bloodthirsty aliens all at once. And, over the course of trying to fight off and escape the Flamines—the knife goes flying off out of his reach anyway. Goddammit.
Eventually, even his other dubiously effective weapon runs out of bullets, and then he's stuck frozen in horror, eyes flicking between the device that he's trying to mess with and switch to anything even remotely useful, and the rapidly approaching Flamines that have been chasing him down all this way. He doesn't have a clear escape route to make a break for it.
He's shaking, sweaty, and short of breath. Has he ever looked quite this panicked and fearful for his life before? ]
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[ Finally, the time has come. Togami's been anticipating this day, confident that whatever ruthless aliens the Flamines may be, he should be able to negotiate with them without losing his cool. That's just the kind of person he is. Everyone else just isn't as qualified!
But, what do you know? It's starting to seem like everyone really was right, and that the Flamines really are completely unreasonable murder machines, and no amount of superiority will change that. Despite his force of presence, he's just another face in the crowd.
But he can't accept it that easily. He has to try, scoffing with his arms crossed. ]
Get back from me. Do you even know who you're talking to? I'm Byakuya Togami.
[ He has hope in his heart for this working out, but at this rate, he's sacrificing his chances for a viable Plan B. Please save this man from himself. ]
PHASE III
[ ...of course, as soon as he gets his broken mask back, even that shaky confidence is shattered. Now he's on the Most Wanted list for the Flamines, with limited means of fighting back. His hacking gun isn't magic, but the bullets have only minimal effect, whether they're fire or electricity or even just regular damage. Even if he has a basic knife for emergencies, he's not exactly an expert at fighting off hordes of bloodthirsty aliens all at once. And, over the course of trying to fight off and escape the Flamines—the knife goes flying off out of his reach anyway. Goddammit.
Eventually, even his other dubiously effective weapon runs out of bullets, and then he's stuck frozen in horror, eyes flicking between the device that he's trying to mess with and switch to anything even remotely useful, and the rapidly approaching Flamines that have been chasing him down all this way. He doesn't have a clear escape route to make a break for it.
He's shaking, sweaty, and short of breath. Has he ever looked quite this panicked and fearful for his life before? ]