[Honestly, this could be completely foolhardy. But, it wouldn't be the first time that they've done something completely foolhardy, now would it? The answer to that is no, all around.
It's why they're outside, he and Komaeda, picking their way through the dark. Hinata has the katana he took from one of the assassin droids at his waist, had given Komaeda his pistol earlier, and underneath his clothes are hidden various shivs, other weapons he might need. The glowing necklace around his neck feels like a beacon, even if he's stuffed it down the front of his shirt.
And he can swear he can hear them. Skittering somewhere, here and there, in the dark. People. Rats. How boring. His hand flexes where it's placed on the hilt of the katana, gripping it until he's white-knuckled. He looks over one shoulder, aware, hyperaware of Komaeda.]
This way— [It's not a second after he's said it that he hears them, surging out of the woodwork and he sees necklaces glowing in the dark. And there's laughter and the flash of masks and he swears as he steps back, closer to Komaeda.] —shit.
phase alpha (alternate option)
[After the somewhat extraordinarily dangermongering events of above, Hinata returned the hell back to his apartment. It's where this broadcast is coming from, in fact, and it seems that in the background and around him there are various candles lit.
...it could either be incredibly romantic or incredibly creepy, depending on who you are.
So, it's probably creepy to you. Especially with those sharp red eyes of his, and that just-as-sharp frown.] Oi. I guess, by now, everyone's seen them, right? Those clown-masked people. You might've already been fighting them, since they're everywhere.
Do people have supplies? Medical? Food or even candles? Me and Komaeda've got some we can spare. We don't know how long this is gonna go on, after all.
I think the best bet is to hide. It's obviously a lie, after all. There's no way in hell we're going to be able to go back just because we kill people and collect these useless things. [He gives the necklace around his throat a derisive tug.] Anyway, keep safe. Let people know if you need help, I can probably lend a hand.
And... Don't buy any of it.
[And with that, he'll incline his head.]
phase iii
[Maybe you've placed your drink or your food down somewhere. Perhaps you were trying to gather supplies, in a public but hidden place that you thought it was safe to actually rest for a moment and try to get some sustenance into you. You might not notice the masked gentleman who slinks and sidles closer to your cup or your plate with his product in hand, ready to slip it in...
But someone else sure has.
Who knows why you turned away when you did but, once you turn to retrieve your food or your drink, you might find Hinata suddenly there, holding the sharp, curved edge of a hunter's knife against a masked man's throat, his face impassive but somehow still managing to exude a feeling of powerful anger. He'll give you a quick look before pushing the knife harder, just enough to score a bleeding line.]
Get the hell out of here.
[If you didn't see your stuff starting to be slipped something this might be hella confusing to you, but at least he softens once the masked man, stumbling, turns and runs for his life.] ...Looks like he was about to add something. I guessed it was better to stop him and scare him off.
phase iv
[After that whole debacle and despite an overwhelming urge to bitch CERES out, Hinata decides to leave that until after more important matters. Doesn't mean he's not muttering about it to himself, though, something about stupid excuses and no evidence and yeah of course you were off in a jungle that's really convenient isn't it.
While he's mumbling, feel free to find him raiding the nearest grocery store near you collecting various non-perishables and other such essentials. Oh and at some point he pulls that stupid fucking necklace from around his neck and pointedly crushes it in a hand before dropping it in a trash can.
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[Honestly, this could be completely foolhardy. But, it wouldn't be the first time that they've done something completely foolhardy, now would it? The answer to that is no, all around.
It's why they're outside, he and Komaeda, picking their way through the dark. Hinata has the katana he took from one of the assassin droids at his waist, had given Komaeda his pistol earlier, and underneath his clothes are hidden various shivs, other weapons he might need. The glowing necklace around his neck feels like a beacon, even if he's stuffed it down the front of his shirt.
And he can swear he can hear them. Skittering somewhere, here and there, in the dark. People. Rats. How boring. His hand flexes where it's placed on the hilt of the katana, gripping it until he's white-knuckled. He looks over one shoulder, aware, hyperaware of Komaeda.]
This way— [It's not a second after he's said it that he hears them, surging out of the woodwork and he sees necklaces glowing in the dark. And there's laughter and the flash of masks and he swears as he steps back, closer to Komaeda.] —shit.
phase alpha (alternate option)
[After the somewhat extraordinarily dangermongering events of above, Hinata returned the hell back to his apartment. It's where this broadcast is coming from, in fact, and it seems that in the background and around him there are various candles lit.
...it could either be incredibly romantic or incredibly creepy, depending on who you are.
So, it's probably creepy to you. Especially with those sharp red eyes of his, and that just-as-sharp frown.] Oi. I guess, by now, everyone's seen them, right? Those clown-masked people. You might've already been fighting them, since they're everywhere.
Do people have supplies? Medical? Food or even candles? Me and Komaeda've got some we can spare. We don't know how long this is gonna go on, after all.
I think the best bet is to hide. It's obviously a lie, after all. There's no way in hell we're going to be able to go back just because we kill people and collect these useless things. [He gives the necklace around his throat a derisive tug.] Anyway, keep safe. Let people know if you need help, I can probably lend a hand.
And... Don't buy any of it.
[And with that, he'll incline his head.]
phase iii
[Maybe you've placed your drink or your food down somewhere. Perhaps you were trying to gather supplies, in a public but hidden place that you thought it was safe to actually rest for a moment and try to get some sustenance into you. You might not notice the masked gentleman who slinks and sidles closer to your cup or your plate with his product in hand, ready to slip it in...
But someone else sure has.
Who knows why you turned away when you did but, once you turn to retrieve your food or your drink, you might find Hinata suddenly there, holding the sharp, curved edge of a hunter's knife against a masked man's throat, his face impassive but somehow still managing to exude a feeling of powerful anger. He'll give you a quick look before pushing the knife harder, just enough to score a bleeding line.]
Get the hell out of here.
[If you didn't see your stuff starting to be slipped something this might be hella confusing to you, but at least he softens once the masked man, stumbling, turns and runs for his life.] ...Looks like he was about to add something. I guessed it was better to stop him and scare him off.
phase iv
[After that whole debacle and despite an overwhelming urge to bitch CERES out, Hinata decides to leave that until after more important matters. Doesn't mean he's not muttering about it to himself, though, something about stupid excuses and no evidence and yeah of course you were off in a jungle that's really convenient isn't it.
While he's mumbling, feel free to find him raiding the nearest grocery store near you collecting various non-perishables and other such essentials. Oh and at some point he pulls that stupid fucking necklace from around his neck and pointedly crushes it in a hand before dropping it in a trash can.
:| Hmpf.]