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[dualshadow]

You are correct; true friends would not capture one another on a whim. If it was necessary to ensure your own safety or the safety of others, however, I will not hesitate to capture you again. Even if it is unpleasant, should something occur that could make you lose control of yourself, I will restrain you.

[She pauses and stares him straight in the eyes. In a quiet, but by no means soft or yielding tone of voice, she adds:]

And I trust that you would have the courtesy of doing the same.

[It's her way of both apologizing and telling him she trusts him. Nothing he could say or do will ever make up for the hurt he caused her by rejecting her plan—rejecting her—but she has moved on. She must move on and heal. And this, this is another step of that healing.]

[icefallen]

...I wish I knew.

[Her eyes wander to the assortment of tools on the table -- the only ones she recognizes, even remotely, are "those things that are like tweezers that you pull with" and "that thing that is like a knife that you cut with". The rest are completely beyond her. She lifts a hand as if to go for one, but finds it shaking too much to actually be of any use yet.]

It... It is just a game, right? If we mess up somehow, it's not going to actually...?

[Experimentally, she redirects her hand to touch the alien's skin, and it feels astonishingly like human skin with a slightly thicker texture, which does not settle her nerves any. She starts lightly applying pressure to see if she can feel anything out of place -- but then again, what if what she feels is also perfectly normal as far as this particular body goes?]

[catmagnet]

[ Without missing a beat, he nods in agreement to that plan. Magic is nothing new to him, even if that particular brand doesn't see much use in the world he was in. ]

As long as it doesn't tax you much, that'd be great. Alternatively, I could leave a scratch on the wall, but I suppose we should avoid permanent property damage whenever possible.

Kongwai

[catmagnet]

I see... Feel free to tell me if that changes.

[ Not that he can do much at the moment, but he's not enough of a dick to deny his culpability in this situation.

And there it is, the obvious question! His left hand meets his right's palm as he racks his mind for what to say here. In the end, however, he supposes he owes it to him to be somewhat truthful with his answer. Even if this person had no magical background whatsoever, he probably had a good idea of what that bit of magic was meant to be by now anyway. ]

Just a blast of magic. It's meant to stun an attacker long enough for me to move to a more advantageous distance. I tried to lower the output at the last second, but going from, say, 50 to 0 isn't an easy feat. Any stinging directly from the blast should go away fairly quickly.

[ He'll just leave out the part where he can use it in a more offensive manner with the right spell timing. Not like it's particularly relevant to this conversation anyway. ]

[condoner]

[ the cthulhu patient definitely isn't the only one who's surprised by the sudden attack, as even akane jumps when the wires hit the ground. she even drops the hacksaw she was holding just then, her hands shaking a bit, tense and nervous. ]

Should we just- [ a pause before she looks at saiduq. ] leave it like this?

[ somehow, she feels like she should at least make the patient sleep or sedated until they pass out before leaving... ]

[rebelia]

We're in ViViD. With the exception of ourselves, it's likely that none of this is real.

[He remembers the mangled corpse in one of the story missions he'd taken on in a two-person party. ViViD boasts a realistic experience; however, in the end, it's all data – although the representation is perhaps too realistic for their taste.

IV follows Rio's hand with his gaze, watching as she feels the alien's skin. If it's getting on their nerves this badly, he doesn't think it's worth it.]

Are you sure about this?

[unwaverings]

[ Excellent! He's glad to see her smile like that. And so he pumps his arms in the air like he's fired up! ]

Yeah, that's the spirit! We'll be out of here in no time!

[ And so he'll keep moving with her. ] I wonder what exactly we'll find at the end, anyway ...

[ He knows he decided to pursue the "truth" after seeing that murder scene, but ... he wonders what that'll entail. ]

wow lateness is always welcome

[unwaverings]

[ The other sad thing is that Sorey also ends up looking. But only for a split second, until he notices her coming near him to try and figure out his restraints. Unfortunately, he can't help much there.

What he can help, though, is that she's now in danger for trying to help him. ]

H-Huh? [ Though that rehearsed bit catches him off guard a little. Rehearsed what? Distracting him? Probably ...

Because the doctor's attention being on them again is a concern. ] Hey — you should get out of here, before he gets you, too!

[unwaverings]

[ It would've been easier to pay attention had they not skipped through it so fast. ]

I paid as much attention as I could ... but it kinda seemed like they didn't want us to read some of it. [ Regardless of what the information was, it was a little weird. ] They mostly told us about how our worlds were destroyed, and they needed us here to help them.

[ And something about code. Things he didn't have a lot of understanding of, considering his own world's technological advancements. ]

[beaconed]

R-really? You don't look that much older than me... you must've been training since you were three, right?

[unwaverings]

[ Mmnn, how does he explain it, he wonders ... There's of course his ability to interact with the Seraphim, but maybe being the Shepherd might be more important to mention? It feels like this is hard to explain, to someone not from his world, though. ]

I'm ... something known as the Shepherd. It's an important role where I'm from. [ Hmmm. ] And it means I can do a lot of things others can't.

[ He's so used to being constantly recognized as the Shepherd by other people, it's weird to come out and tell someone about it. But he'd prefer to keep his role vague, if he can. It's understood that the Shepherd is an important being where he's from, though it's gotten mixed reception — especially the part concerning his power. ]

[earthshaken]

[Illidan's first remark earns a scowl and a furrowed brow. He knows the darkness is dangerous... Maybe he's even afraid of it. But ironically, that fear only draws him closer to it.] I want to be reliable more than anything.

[Someone his friends could depend on to help and protect them... So far he's failed miserably at it. But whenever he's given into the darkness, he's done some terrible things, things that make him anything but reliable. Still, he doesn't dismiss Illidan's words, letting it sit at the back of his mind for now as they proceed to find the doctor.

Terra tries to follow Illidan as quietly as possible -- at least, as much as it's possible to stay quiet around someone so tall, and with hooves. He nods, moving closer as Illidan gestures to him, and once they're shrouded in smoke, he extends a hand, summoning his Keyblade.

Evidently Illidan already has a plan in mind, so Terra doesn't strike just yet, waiting for the signal.]

[earthshaken]

[And Terra had been thinking he had it rough, being rejected as a Master. Wouldn't it be even harder to have a legendary weapon -- two of them -- and not to understand anything about them at all?] Well... That's okay, Roxas. We'll figure it all out, one thing at a time.

[The words sound a little empty when the more he learns about Roxas, the more he's at a loss about him. But it's the kind of thing he'd say to encourage Ven, so it feels like the right thing to say, here, too.

He turns and readies his Keyblade, staring down the corridor. This place is kind of creepy, but it's nothing two Keyblade wielders can't handle.]

Watch my back, all right? I'm counting on you.

[zitteraal]

[ That response is far more mature than he could've expected, with a resolve that shames him to some extent. His expression remains calm throughout, though, even as he reaches for the option labeled 'truth', lets his fingers run over it without any more hesitation. ]

...Truth, then.

[ And once he selects their path, their surroundings melt away into a maze of cabinets, a mess of winding walkways— Adolf steps in front of Vector, silently protective. ]

[zitteraal]

[ If he ever saw Kuzu he'd think he was like, 12... god help the Ronpa boys. ]

...I was convinced you were a child.

[ WHAT KIND OF THING IS THIS TO SAY... is this meant to be a compliment?! Possibly... ]

event016.exe

[earthshaken]

Miyako

[earthshaken]

[She's kind of intimidating, for someone who doesn't think he's malicious. He shifts and looks away awkwardly under the weight of that fierce glare.] Still, I should have knocked instead of barging in...

[But now they're just apologising at each other, and this is getting even more embarrassing than it already was. Time to try and make amends??]

Listen, I'm looking for where they put my stuff. If you want, I can help you find yours, too.

Mary

[earthshaken]

I think so. As long as I don't hug anyone again, I'll be fine.

[She seems like a kind person, and she's been helpful so far even in spite of their unexpected meeting, so he won't leave her behind straight away. Maybe he can even get some information from her.]

Have you been here long, or did you just arrive in the colony, like me?

[immobileyes]

[ She shakes her head, pausing before she curls one hand over her chest. ]

I've been here for a few months. All of my friends from home are still gone, though.

[roboticists]

In this place? More so than the "outside world."

[ She speaks rather candidly about this whole concept. ]

Are you familiar with video or computer games? Think of ViViD, this place... as an immersive one of those.

[earthshaken]

Well, that makes two of us. My friends are gone, too.

[He doesn't want to believe they're dead -- not yet. But it's a possibility he's unwilling to discount.]

[reenacted]

[It's wholly less about sharing responsibility than it is that they're both in a fairly vulnerable situation. No gear, next to no clothing, and secondarily that neither of them have any idea what they're doing. It's far less about his rankling at having to share responsibility; he's sat through ranking long enough, worked to move up through them, that the idea of deferring to someone else isn't half as bad. Nor was it really part of that consideration. (But appreciated all the same; working together isn't a thing he's seen much of recently.)

He gives the room a final glance over, but Roxas seems to have the right idea. Aside from some very unhelpful--and really unnerving-looking--nurses, there's not much else there. No files, no supplies, nor any discernible exits. It, like most facilities like it, is a sterilized cage, and he's not in love with the implication of being a very literal lab rat in this scenario.]

Hallway looks like the only way out. If it's a hospital, there has to be a sign to tell us where we are at least, right?

[If only those same signs also included an option for "Stolen Patient Belongings, This Way."]

[immobileyes]

I'm sorry. [ It's genuine, for all that she hardly knows him. She'd been miserable when she'd realized that the few people she'd been attached to weren't here at all. ]

Um, but... it hasn't happened for me, but there's always a chance they'll show up here, like you did.

[reenacted]

Aww, come on!

[His head falls into his hands as he groans. It's been three years since he'd first heard the comparison, an assessment passing from one superior to another as he passed through Shinra's rank-and-file with startling quickness, still too energetic and eager even as time continued to wear away at the sheen and veneer off what had once seemed like such an adventure.

If he well and truly hated it, the jabs at his too-friendly demeanor for a SOLDIER, his restlessness, lacking focus, et. al., he might have worked a little harder to remedy some of these perceived faults (in a way that even growing up and slowly growing into the perception of jaded that a SOLDIER should be clearly isn't doing). But here he is, nineteen and still very much acting his age, taking Rin's jabs at face value, his face growing warm from the familiarity and accuracy of it, hyperbole or no.

And for all he's wanted some semblance of normalcy--can he really complain and mean it when he finally gets it? Besides, puppies don't stay puppies forever, right?]

Anything useful?

[And just like that, he's changing the subject. The sting of embarrassment, friendly or no, still hasn't abated, leaving a dull burn in his chest as it fades where shame should settling in its wake, but that is perhaps the saving grace of his attention problems: he doesn't focus on it too much beyond the moment. It's a useless question, what with Rin tossing useless instruments around with near-abandon, but it fills the space.]

[dragonofoushuu]

[Swords are meant to cut things, simple as that. Trust Masamune's naming sense.

The prickle of the needle spreads out into his flesh as he goes on his knee, and the sensation pull at his muscles. Resisting it felt like trying to move stone.]

I'm fine... Just...

[Next thing he knows he finds himself wrapping his hands around Mitsutada's waist, the rest of his body wanting to go for a full-on hug.]

Goddamnit...