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[jyajyaaan]

[Vector shakes his head.]

... No. The truth might hurt but I'm not going to let that scare me away from doing whatever must be done. I'm going to follow my way.

[There is resolve in the ways he says it, silently declaring that he means it far further than just what this game or colony might toss at him.]

[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. ]

[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?

[zitteraal]

[ He didn't think he'd be asked, so there's a moment of palpable consideration, green eyes fixing themselves on several different objects— cabinets, medical supplies, blank sheets of paper— before they settle on the kid behind him, his body turned halfway to facilitate the movement. ]

This is just a game. It doesn't matter to me, either way.

[ That isn't quite the truth of it, and if anything, the truth to him has always been just as cruel as someone else's imposed sense of justice and utility; but it's useless to dwell on it here, where there's at least a thin level of obligation for him to make sure that the teenager sticking next to him stays safe.

He makes a motion for Vector to follow, using his limited powers to feel for any lifeforms nearby. ]

...It's just a choice that seemed less questionable than justice.

[jyajyaaan]

[That's bullshit. He wouldn't have taken that long to answer or made such an issue about having Vector pick if it really meant nothing to him. Also, 'less questionable'? Whoever this man is, he does a crap job at hiding his body language, not to mention of subconscious signs of inner workings.

Taking a breath, Vector follows him, falling quickly in a pace that has him walking by his side at a one step interval of lagging behind. (Just enough to not get into his way if need be.)]

That reminds me, I don't think you ever told me your name.

[zitteraal]

[ This day is shaping up to be 'emotionally taxing trials: the saga'. He's lost his family three times over in the course of 27 years, give a guy a break.

But, well. It's an innocuous question, and as much as he wants to go the 'don't ask me things you don't have to know' route, he tosses it aside. For now. ]

Adolf Reinhardt. It won't do you much good to remember.

[ He stops, taps a section of floor with one foot, and then sidesteps. ] ...There's a trapdoor there, be careful.

[jyajyaaan]

Hmmmmmm~ [Giving Adolf a long look, he suddenly grins and elbows him in the side in a school boy manner.] Leave deciding that up to me, won't you~?

Because I have a good feeling that I'll want to remember you-uh?

[Being warned, he of course stops and then triggers the trapdoor with the tips of his toes.] Wow! You really found one!

[Following along, he takes in their route, committing it to his memory while also keeping his eyes open for any hints for which direction they need to go.]

I'm Shingetsu. Rei Shingetsu, a first year at Heartland Academy in Heartland City. Well, or I was.

[zitteraal]

[ Rei Shingetsu. That sounds like a Japanese name, and he has to sift through his etiquette regarding Japanese names to remember which name is more appropriate to call someone by: all the kids called each other by their first, but he deferred to last for Komachi. Decisions, decisions. ]

...Rei. [ He settles on going for the first name (familiar but inevitable for him), dodging another trapdoor and turning left at a fork in the path. If Vector looks to the right, he might spy a Cthulu doctor looking disappointed that the two didn't come his way. ] First year in high school?

[ Or middle school...? He glances at the kid, trying to gauge an age. Too young, is what he thinks. ]

[jyajyaaan]

[He tilts his head for a moment as if considering the name choice Adolf has picked, but quickly gets distracted by the nasty they just ditched without even getting close.]

I'm thirteen, if that's what you mean. Soon fourteen. [What else is important..?] I'm a duelist, but so far not a very good one. My best subject is- Oh! Wait a second!

[Tugging at Adolf's clothes, he points up to a little device that is attached to the ceiling.]

Do you see that? That's a sprinkler! I haven't seen one here up till now! Help me up!

[zitteraal]

[ Thirteen... he's so young!? And what in the world does he mean by 'duelist'...

Adolf is thinking about this to himself when he feels that tug on his sleeve, follows his gaze in the direction Vector is pointing. ]

A sprinkler. ...Fine, but don't set it off.

[ It's dangerous to get wet!!! There are better things to be doing than humoring Vector's curiosity, but the kid's humored Adolf this far with everything; it's equivalent trade.

He's surprisingly careful when he kneels in front of Vector to let him up on his back, really. ]

[jyajyaaan]

No worries, I won't!

[His confidence sounds like the first half of a gag, but the nimble way he climbs upon Adolf's back and balances on his shoulders proves fate otherwise.]

There's something written here. It's- ew! [Wrinkling his nose, he wipes the drop of stale water from his face.] There was still water in it. Anyway, the letters are Uuddlrl Rbax. And a three'o clock. ...What?

[Why do those nonsense words give him a sense of deja vu?]

[zitteraal]

Uuddlrl...?

[ Forgive him, he's a little busy keeping you up, Vector. He glances up as much as he's able with the extra weight on his neck and shoulders, furrows nonexistent brows to try to digest this new information. ]

What is it. A clue?

[ Three o'clock...? This is all flying over his head. ]

[jyajyaaan]

[Hearing Adolf try to repeat the monster of a name makes Vector giggle as he jumps back down.]

Hehehe~ You almost sounded as fun as that other guy I met saying that! But yeah, I think it is! We should look either for something that has a combination relating to those numbers in some way, try to head east or check out the doors to the right while heading down this way, I think.

[zitteraal]

[ Hm. Upon hearing all of this, there's a bit of a pause where it's apparent that Adolf is sizing Vector up. ]

You're surprisingly resourceful.

[ Is that an insult...? In any case, it's an observation, and that's all he offers before he turns in the direction suggested: east. ]

It's looking like puzzles are your area of expertise. Steer me in a direction.

[jyajyaaan]

Resourceful? I guess, I am. [A small laugh escapes his lips as he leads the way while counting doors.

Tossing Adolf a look over his shoulder, he grins.]

My deck isn't the type that has any particularly strong fighters in it, so I learned how to rely on tactics and quick adaption instead. Do you like magic?