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[jyajyaaan]

[Having nobody but himself to rely on and being subjected to a gruesome death both sort of help steeling Vector's resolve a lot. It's nothing he could ever recommend to somebody who's not an enemy, though.

Taking a look at their surroundings, his gaze ends up lingering on the person in front of him. The way he keeps trying to protect him isn't lost on the redhead.]

...why did you choose truth as well?

[deontology]

We are not going to test that ever.

You will have to figure it out for yourself. Don't feel the need to share the conclusion you come to.

[particularity]

--ah.

No, not here! Er. I think there shouldn't be any crazier than that guy around...

[Cerealia tends to be a little lower on the horror scale like that. Sometimes.]

event016.exe

[espersions]

from here

kazuya 1/3

[espersions]

[ smart-alec kids!!! ]

[espersions]

[ ....



wait ]

[espersions]

No.

But you did.

[ For someone playing it cool, you sure are breathing hard, kid. And then there's the flushed skin, and gosh if he concentrates, Hyoubu can even sense your heart beating hard. ]

What was it?

[belfire]

[Shit]

What was what?

[Kazuya immediately tried to look innocent, but it wasn't going to work because of two reasons: one, he was a poor liar, and second; an even poorer actor. His face - which was already flushed - reddened even more, and he was staring at Hyoubu's feet rather than at the man himself. Yes, the picture of guilty innocence]

Nothing's what. You're probably imagining things. Stress does that to an old man.

[reenacted]

Sure, why not? [He shrugs. It's a challenge, but it doesn't seem to carry the connotation of any anger or vehemence behind it. Friendly competition is a thing he's missed lately, even before all of this. Moreso with the desertion. Finding a challenge in the first place has been a source of frustration. What else is he?]

Just a few? [He laughs. Mostly to keep that additional frustration at bay.] Hadn't noticed.

[It's an egregious lie, but small talk hasn't ever been known for its sincerity.]

[undaunts]

But he didn't.

[She smiles a little at IV then, shaking her head.]

Maybe you did other things in the past, but that's not what he was saying. He was trying to call you a murderer, and you're not!

So you don't have to listen to him. He's wrong. [and then more brightly--] Don't overthink it, okay?

[undaunts]

Uh... yeah, I dunno. I had all of my clothes when I ended up here.

You're just kind of a weird case that way.

[#HELPFUL]

[jawdacity]

[ Rin gives him a look - okay, there's real embarrassment there. In any other situation, he might have continued pushing until he got more of a reaction, but he only just met this guy a hot second ago. Good-natured or no, he doesn't know shit about him.

He lets the subject go.

To answer the question, he sends a plastic canister full of long-handled cotton swabs hurtling in Zack's direction. ]

Unless you're a whiz with cotton swabs, not really. [ He looks up, halfway through ransacking a shelf full of more useless plastic shit, curiosity taking precedent. ]

What did you do, before all this?

[ Because Rin's wondering if he's met a kindred soul and didn't realize it. That still doesn't explain the brightness of Zack's irises nor the scar on his cheek, but Rin operates with what little information he has. If the information he's been given is true, Zack could be anything. Any of the infinite combinations of universes out there, any form of life conceivable; he might not even truly inhabit the shape he's taken now.

Or maybe Rin's imagination is getting away from him. He straightens, pushing away from the shelf. ]

You look like some kind of athlete.

event 016.

[ukakus]

akane tsunemori.

[ukakus]

( ⇦ )

"Hazy"? [That sounds... weird. Is this one of those "déjà vu" things?]

Like — what? Like you've been here before?

alcor.

[ukakus]

( ⇦ )

[Figures. It's possible that she may be able to rip them off if she used her true strength, instead of imitating that of a human's... But she's not really inclined to try. Not with a witness she doesn't plan on disposing of.]

It's— ugh. It's not reassuring, you blockheaded idiot. I want them off.

jaune arc.

[ukakus]

( ⇦ )

[SHE'S SO FILLED WITH REGRET. GIVE AN INCH, AND THEY TAKE A FOOT.

Which is to say, she's immediately reaching for that hand just so she can painfully grip it.]

I am not your friend.

[reenacted]

[He leans, and watches the canister as it flies over his shoulder. It's more than a little satisfying to let it fall, in direct defiance to the relative sterility of the room otherwise.

Zack glances back up at Rin when he asks. "It's complicated," crosses his mind, given everything that's added up to this clusterfuck of an interrupting mission, but is it? "Sort of," seems to fall flat, and offer nothing of an explanation, however true it might be.

He's an "athlete" by virtue of boredom. SOLDIER had been there where nothing else had, aside from overly affectionate parents with nothing to offer other than platitudes of growing up to be whatever he wanted, contrasted with pleas for that "whatever" to stay closer to home. (Or not leave at all.) But heroic dreams don't stay home. Not if he ever wanted them to be more than that.

He feels awful about it sometimes: his parents weren't terrible, and if the worst thing he had to say about being back home was ennui to the point of tears, it could be worse. Was for other guys in the barracks if half of those stories had even a fraction of honesty to them. Restlessness just begets recklessness. Hope is the one assurance he still clings to, even now for all of the times it's proven foolhardy.

But if that's Rin's first assumption, Zack can only in turn assume he's asking out of experience. And it makes sense: Rin might lack the bulk that Zack is used to seeing in his peers, but he's definitely not lazy. His musculature is different, leaner, but it's not easy to ignore.]

Soldier, actually. [Athletic, yes. Professional context: wholly different.] Point me at a bad guy, I hit him until his falls down.

[If only it was still that simple. Fat lot of good that whole aim to protect has done anyone now.]

You?

[beaconed]

O-ow-!!!

Acquaintance!!

Future-friend!

You're... kinda hurting me.... ahaha......

roxas.

[ukakus]

( ⇦ )

Tch— It's called being polite, but I see manners are wasted on you.

[Not that she's being polite right now. In fact, she's being pretty rude. And petty. This is why she's destined to have a hundred awful conversations for every polite one she has. She tends to snap and squabble too easily.]

If this is going to be your attitude with anyone who tries to lend you a hand, good luck figuring anything out. Don't speak out loud if you don't want help.

hiro hamada.

[ukakus]

( ⇦ )

[She can pass it off as simply being athletic, but, really. Going through the motions of climbing up the cabinets is something of an annoyance for her. If there were no witnesses, she would have simply jumped all the way to the top. It would have taken less than two seconds to do so, too, which is why making the effort to appear human always makes her feel a little bit antsy. There are so many things she could do more quickly, if only they weren't freakish by human standards.

Ugh.

But big, mean and ugly is still heading their way, so she focuses on that.]

It has tentacles and wings. [Which is, uh. Really distressing, the more she thinks about it.] I don't think it'll have to climb. It's likely it can fly up here, if it notices us.

[souling]

Come on, just give it one try! Just one...

[masakados]

You know, it didn't lead to a fight, so don't worry about it.

[Though he would opt out of further acquaintanceship with his appendages.] 'Sides, doesn't seem nice to blame someone for something this place is doing to 'em.

Keeper

[earthshaken]

Now you're talking nonsense...!

[Who's 'they' when she was saying only moments ago that she'd never been hugged, anyway?

Fortunately for him, his arms are starting to loosen up. So unless she starts clinging to him, he'll finally be able to pull away from her.]

[earthshaken]

Yeah... maybe.

[As long as he has his Wayfinder, he'll never be separated from them forever-- Then he's reminded of his current predicament with a start. He checks his hospital gown for pockets (there are none) and then looks around, suddenly frantic. His Wayfinder is missing.]

I need to find where they took my belongings. Have you seen a room anywhere they might be in?

[souling]

What's so nonsense about it?

Or...

[She pauses for a moment, hand covering her mask.]

...are you scared?