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Kaoru

[goodtome]

bloop

Armin. Arlert.

[It's not much of a response, is it? Armin is still a little dazed. Almost woozy with the implications. Even for someone who's seen a lot of strange things in a short life, this is still a bit much for Armin.

He blinks slowly and lets go of the man's shirt. Log out. Right. He almost understands the words. He knows what they refer to, it's just...a strange, new concept. Having it explained is one thing, but it might take a while to really fall into place.]

Ah. Yes.

[That still isn't much of a response, is it? He shakes his head a little, trying to clear away the foreboding feelings, and tries again.]

Thank you.

Ms. Solo

[goodtome]

from here

[Armin raises a hand to stop the young woman, but he doesn't have the breath to call her back himself. It doesn't matter, as in a moment he's already there again, but well ahead of her this time. His legs give out and he drops shakily to the mud, splashing it around himself in a wide arc.

Tears drip down his cheeks now, but he still can't catch his breath to actually be of any use to her. He holds up a hand instead, though that's also a bit shaky.]

Please wait.

[He can't communicate with his voice, but perhaps she'll understand the motion. He doesn't want to be responsible for someone else getting hurt. Especially not over something as ridiculous as this.]

Akihiko

[goodtome]

from here

[It's effective enough to shake Armin loose from the monster's grasp, though that probably won't make the monster any less irritated with this stranger.

Armin crumples when he's dropped, landing in the mud below with a heavy, painful splat. He groans a little, but can't really complain about the treatment. It's still much better than being eaten alive.]

The crown...

[Does his voice carry well enough? He's still trying to catch his breath. Behind that barrier of thorns up top, though, is an area that's unprotected. A potential weak spot. If he can communicate it, that might just help.]

[discard]

[Poor Armin--this is a rough first day. Monsters, swamps, and Leon.]

I've been in a similar situation. [Long enough to be able to answer Armin's questions, at least, which is why he just huffs faintly.]

Now that the monster is dead, I suspect that there should be a way out not far from here.

[He's assuming this was their metaphorical "final boss" and so he turns on his heel to start searching for just that... where's the log out spot, c'mon, he's ready to leave this swamp.]

[goodtome]

Of lineage.

[Can she really not know the meaning of it? She looks quite soft and well kept to Armin, though he doesn't voice that part of course.

Instead, he gives her a nod in response, eyes drawn to his boots in shame.]

I couldn't break through the window. It was the only way I was able to open the door to escape.

[goodtome]

[However fast it is, it won't be as fast as Armin has been running up until now. He squeezes his eyes closed tightly and sighs in relief. All he has to do now is keep up. He can manage that.]

This is fine.

[Which doesn't feel like a complete response on its own. After a second of hesitation, Armin decides it's missing something.]

Thank you.

[goodtome]

That gets Armin to take a step back involuntarily. It's a bad response. A prey response. Armin knows this. He's no stranger to being prey, after all, but it happens automatically, he can't stop himself in time. That's unfortunate.

He clears his throat, a little awkwardly. "How instinctual is that?"

It's nothing personal, it's just that he's really not keen to be a snack to his savior any more than he'd enjoy being eaten by the beast. Or anything else for that matter. It's an unpleasant and recurring theme in the natural and unnatural world alike.

[goodtome]

[The statement doesn't make any sense to Armin, but he doesn't have a basis to disagree with it. He just files it away as a pattern that he needs to try and understand when they're not being pursued by man eating beasts.]

Which direction have you come from? I came from that way, there's nothing helpful back there.

[There's no use covering the same ground twice, after all.]

[faceplate]

[ at that, zero straightens up slightly and turns their face to the kid. ]

My occupation involves blood, guts, and gore. Violence—I know it.

[ haiku done, zero leans a little closer, using their height to tower over him. what about you? ]

[faceplate]

I have specialties.

[ and they're really good at them, thanks. zero seems pleased with the statement—or at least, not offended. ]

But I've no gear here. Can I have a better look at your work later?

[canteatcurry]

Now that was more the kind of reaction Mika had been expecting- recoiling in horror or fear. Yet even so, much as it might confirm his own prejudices, it still stings Mika a little to see someone react that way to him.

Not that he has any intention of admitting as much, especially to a stranger.

The question that follows puzzles him, however.

"What do you mean?" If he meant was the craving for blood instinctual, then yes, of course. Even now Mika can feel that insatiable thirst; if he listened closely, his vampire senses could probably hear the beckoning heartbeat of the human next to him. But if he meant was it something impossible to control, then that isn't the case, otherwise Armin would have found himself bitten by now. It took only exercising self-control to resist, and as long as Mika had at least a little blood on a regular basis, it would stay that way.

"... You really don't know anything about vampires, do you?"

[discard]

[That's... that's a great question. There's a pause in which he looks around but... the swamp all looks the same, and Leon's never been particularly great with directions to begin with. Uh....]

... That way.

[Pr...obably.]

We should try this direction first, then. Something should appear at some point. [In his own experience.]

@BRAAVADO.

[faceplate]

[ con't from... ]

[ zero waits, but only barely, for the stranger to come with. they start walking through the swamp immediately after, apparently unbothered by the thick mud their armor-clad feet are sinking into.

uninterrupted, it's a long time before zero says anything. they're searching for any sign of a familiar corporation/monstrosity, and finding none. (good thing there's another massive company to be wary of here!) ]

[braavado]

[Korra can only stand the silence for so long. When it becomes clear that Zero isn't going to talk, Korra takes over the job herself.]

Soooo... any ideas how we're supposed to beat this level?

[goodtome]

"We must be from different places."

Because Armin knows very few things. He's realizing quickly just how few. At home, he'd thought he had a good grasp on most common knowledge, but here even that seems to escape him as often as not.

"Maybe you can tell me. What should I know?"

[goodtome]

Alright...

[Although, there is one small problem that Armin ought to confess first.]

I guess I'll run ahead. I can't seem to stop.

[canteatcurry]

"..."

Really, Mika doesn't want to talk about this. He's probably already said more than he should to someone he doesn't even know. So he doesn't reply, not immediately, at least, instead still looking around for a way out of this stupid place.

"... If I'd wanted to attack you, you wouldn't have been able to stop me," he says finally, not even looking in Armin's direction. It's not much of an answer, but it's his way of making clear both the difference in power between a human and a vampire... And the fact that he's not actually interested in harming random humans.

[discard]

You--

[Wait, there's a pause as that sinks in.

Leon blinks.]

What?

[goodtome]

Frankly, that much Armin had gathered simply by the evidence at hand. It seems useless to point that out, though. Instead he sighs softly. He has a friend at home who is more than a bit monster himself, but he has no interest in killing humans. It might be something like that. A monster with a touch of self-loathing, perhaps?

Somehow, it isn't funny. Armin feels instead that he can relate. He can't blame someone with a secret like that for playing his hand close to the chest. It's best to let it go for now. If Armin is a little extra wary now, it's only because he'd let his guard slip too far to begin with.

"Then I'll try to stay on that side. Which way did you come from? I've been in that direction, and there's nothing of use to us over there."

[goodtome]

[Ah. He'd hoped not to have to explain. It's embarrassing. Armin's face heats up a bit and he glances off to the side.]

Earlier I fell into a trap. To escape, I had to drink something strange, but...

[Even to Armin, it sounds absurd to admit.]

Since then, I seem to run everywhere I try to go. It's involuntary.

[canteatcurry]

"Over there," Mika nods in the direction of the shack from before. At least, where his best guess is. It's a little hard to tell directions in this swamp.

IV

[dirtdevil]

[ well, if there's one thing he doesn't like to see, it's kids being eaten by giant monsters. even kids he doesn't recognize yet, what with all the flailing around and the sad, hoarse attempts at crying for help. fortunately, even though he doesn't have his gear on him either, he does have a knife... which puts him a liiiittle closer to this tentacled monstrosity than he'd like to be, but ViViD rarely lets him spend any time in his comfort zone. so with that off the table, he'll just distract the monster somehow and then try to free the mystery child.

and obviously the best way to distract someone is to stab them in the back. so that's what he does—a quick leap, grabbing onto one of said tentacles (gross) with one hand and stabbing hard with the other, then letting go, waiting for the monster to turn towards him so he can slice off the appendage holding this poor wayward kid. this, of course, spews gross monster blood everywhere, but there's no time to have a hissyfit about that right now; he grabs Armin's arm and takes off. the talking can come later.

but maybe not before cleaning off the tentacle goo. god, he hates this fucking game. ]

[bulked]

Are you okay?!

[ He calls out, taking note that Armin's landing wasn't exactly smooth. Poor kid. He makes a note to help him out once this pesky problem's been taken care of.

His eyes widen. ]

The what? [ And his attention snaps back to the monster's head, where there is indeed, a crown. It's not too high that he can't jump, but the easiest way is from a little help from Caesar. ]

Persona! [ He calls out, summoning that ever-familiar, godlike presence that soon looms over him and deals a mightly blow from above, right where Armin specified.

Like a sack of potatoes, the creature falls, perhaps for the last time. At least Akihiko can follow Armin's instructions. ]

[hoasen]

[BUT...BUT!!!]

Didn't you choose it for yourself?

[4th]

[ without the benefit of expressions, it's really difficult to translate their mood. having only their voice as indicator, which is indeed light and munakata can only hardly pick up on its amusement, he decides to press. ]

What a shame. I was really curious if you are as empty as both your name and "label" suggest. Is there perhaps anything human beneath those iron plates...?