H-hang on, it just sounds like Ryu...ji...
[Hajime's incredulous protests fall on deaf ears, and he can't help but bring a hand to his temple as if to ward off an incoming headache with a sigh. Now there'll be... two loud guys in one room, huh.
That's some pretty insistent knocking, though. In spite of himself, Hajime can't help but be a little concerned as he leans forward enough to look around Gundam and try to catch a glimpse of what's got Ryuji so bothered.]
[Hajime's incredulous protests fall on deaf ears, and he can't help but bring a hand to his temple as if to ward off an incoming headache with a sigh. Now there'll be... two loud guys in one room, huh.
That's some pretty insistent knocking, though. In spite of himself, Hajime can't help but be a little concerned as he leans forward enough to look around Gundam and try to catch a glimpse of what's got Ryuji so bothered.]
[Gundam answers the door with some spoken word antics to highlight the entire "Gundam Experience", and Ryuji has to narrow his eyes at this. Seriously? Doesn't he know that he has, in his hands, a practical fucking Death Notebook?
And he sees Hajime in the room, thank god, because really, when you see someone's school handbook and a bunch of their classmates are dead, you kind of get the sense that the owner of that handbook might be a murderer.
Even if that truth bullet might be a blank.]
Oh, shit!!!!
[He is making a combat pose at the entrance and Ryuji will just... summon his mask right onto his face.
PROTECT HAJIME AT ALL COSTS, 2019.]
And he sees Hajime in the room, thank god, because really, when you see someone's school handbook and a bunch of their classmates are dead, you kind of get the sense that the owner of that handbook might be a murderer.
Even if that truth bullet might be a blank.]
Oh, shit!!!!
[He is making a combat pose at the entrance and Ryuji will just... summon his mask right onto his face.
PROTECT HAJIME AT ALL COSTS, 2019.]
Yo man you there?
Did you dive so hard to take that selfie that you knocked yourself on the head
Oh shit, I bet you have a concussion right now don't you
Those are the worst
Hey
Hey you're not s'posed to sleep if you have a concussion
I think I read that on NetMD
Gundam?
Are you sitting on your dark throne right now
Come on, don't make me worried like this
And it's cool, if you are on the throne and texting like I do it all the time
We're just guys here right
DUDE
Did you dive so hard to take that selfie that you knocked yourself on the head
Oh shit, I bet you have a concussion right now don't you
Those are the worst
Hey
Hey you're not s'posed to sleep if you have a concussion
I think I read that on NetMD
Gundam?
Are you sitting on your dark throne right now
Come on, don't make me worried like this
And it's cool, if you are on the throne and texting like I do it all the time
We're just guys here right
DUDE
Whoa!!
[Hajime scrambles to his feet, because Ryuji pulling his mask out of nowhere means this is actually serious business, and not just him playing around with Gundam for some unknown reason.]
O-Oi, both of you, calm down!!
[He's not quite getting in between both of them, but he is coming up behind Gundam with both hands extended outward, all but patting the air.]
Ryuji, what's going on?
[Hajime scrambles to his feet, because Ryuji pulling his mask out of nowhere means this is actually serious business, and not just him playing around with Gundam for some unknown reason.]
O-Oi, both of you, calm down!!
[He's not quite getting in between both of them, but he is coming up behind Gundam with both hands extended outward, all but patting the air.]
Ryuji, what's going on?
[He'd like to think that he got a better control over his temper through his time as a Phantom Thief, but the anger is so clearly written into him, from the way his free fist balls, to the tenacity he has within him right now, enough to stand up to anything, no matter the size of the opponent.]
Hajime!
[Gaze fixated on Gundam in case he pulls anything quick, he steps forward, the handbook clenched tightly in his hand.]
You wanna explain this, Gundam!?
[And raises up the item he's found in the chapel.]
Hajime!
[Gaze fixated on Gundam in case he pulls anything quick, he steps forward, the handbook clenched tightly in his hand.]
You wanna explain this, Gundam!?
[And raises up the item he's found in the chapel.]
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Ryuji!
[Hajime does step forward this time, though he doesn't take the handbook; instead he just grabs Ryuji's wrist, trying to get him to lower his hand. Or at least not try to punch the ham-man in the face with it.
That's about all he's got, though, because it can't just be a student handbook if Ryuji's this worked up about it.]
[Hajime does step forward this time, though he doesn't take the handbook; instead he just grabs Ryuji's wrist, trying to get him to lower his hand. Or at least not try to punch the ham-man in the face with it.
That's about all he's got, though, because it can't just be a student handbook if Ryuji's this worked up about it.]
[Oh, hell fucking no.]
MAZIO---
[--- and is stopped in mid sentence by Hajime's hand clasping around his, his persona forming behind him but only in mid place, not even enough to make the actual visage of Seiten-Taisei, but rather, wisps of a blue color that dances in brilliance and fizzles out.
Effectively stopped, he looks at Hajime, and then Gundam. His instincts are to take Hajime and pull him away from Gundam, but the more he looks at that grasp to get a control of his anger, the more confused he is by it.]
What're you---
That shit has a bunch of high schoolers marked off for dead on it, and this weird lookin' bear thingy writin' out rules for murders and trials. What the hell is goin' on, here!?
MAZIO---
[--- and is stopped in mid sentence by Hajime's hand clasping around his, his persona forming behind him but only in mid place, not even enough to make the actual visage of Seiten-Taisei, but rather, wisps of a blue color that dances in brilliance and fizzles out.
Effectively stopped, he looks at Hajime, and then Gundam. His instincts are to take Hajime and pull him away from Gundam, but the more he looks at that grasp to get a control of his anger, the more confused he is by it.]
What're you---
That shit has a bunch of high schoolers marked off for dead on it, and this weird lookin' bear thingy writin' out rules for murders and trials. What the hell is goin' on, here!?
[Oh, hey, he's talking again.
Thank god?
He was really scared there, for a moment.]
It's cool, I don't really expect a lotta people to estimate anything out of me to begin with
Speakin' as someone who's dealt with barriers before, is it spherical or just front loaded, because leaving the back exposed is great for a sneak attack.
Not that I would, I'm just sayin
Well actually what I'm tryin' to say is that if you're defending yourself, do it right, yeah?
'Cause I was actually pretty worried that you didn't make it or something
Thank god?
He was really scared there, for a moment.]
It's cool, I don't really expect a lotta people to estimate anything out of me to begin with
Speakin' as someone who's dealt with barriers before, is it spherical or just front loaded, because leaving the back exposed is great for a sneak attack.
Not that I would, I'm just sayin
Well actually what I'm tryin' to say is that if you're defending yourself, do it right, yeah?
'Cause I was actually pretty worried that you didn't make it or something
[Hajime's mouth is open, ready to refute with a no, what're YOU doing?! but Ryuji continues to speak, and suddenly, Hajime's heart rises into his throat and his grip loosens around Ryuji's wrist.
He's still wearing the mask, Hajime notes absently, even as the wispy bits of (Persona? That's his Persona, right?) fizzle out. But he doesn't need to see most of Ryuji's face to understand what he's saying. A list of dead high schoolers? Murder trials?]
W-What...? --Gyah!!
[And suddenly there's hams at work. God damn it, you chuuni ass.]
He's still wearing the mask, Hajime notes absently, even as the wispy bits of (Persona? That's his Persona, right?) fizzle out. But he doesn't need to see most of Ryuji's face to understand what he's saying. A list of dead high schoolers? Murder trials?]
W-What...? --Gyah!!
[And suddenly there's hams at work. God damn it, you chuuni ass.]
[If an attack has a name that's longer to say than the actual attack, it definitely needs some rethinking in terms of practicality, but, sure- he's thrown off guard enough by all this bullshit as an adorable little hamster darts for his hand and just knocks the handbook straight out and onto the floor.
He doesn't know how durable this thing is, but he assumes that Gundam is just trying to destroy the evidence, which... okay, dude, you're a seriously bad serial killer.]
This is effin' ridiculous.
[Taking back his wrist to wipe across his face and conceal his mask, he looks at the floor. Still kind of pissed, he accepts that maybe there's some sort of explanation behind it?]
What the hell's goin' on. Be truthful, dude.
He doesn't know how durable this thing is, but he assumes that Gundam is just trying to destroy the evidence, which... okay, dude, you're a seriously bad serial killer.]
This is effin' ridiculous.
[Taking back his wrist to wipe across his face and conceal his mask, he looks at the floor. Still kind of pissed, he accepts that maybe there's some sort of explanation behind it?]
What the hell's goin' on. Be truthful, dude.
[Hajime doesn't resist Ryuji taking his hand back; his own hand finds the knot of his tie, gripping it like some kind of lifeline. Murder trials? Dead high schoolers?
In spite of himself, he can't help but immediately think of Natsumi and Satou, but he roughly shakes his head to try to dismiss those thoughts.]
Tanaka... what's going on?
In spite of himself, he can't help but immediately think of Natsumi and Satou, but he roughly shakes his head to try to dismiss those thoughts.]
Tanaka... what's going on?
If you ain't gonna say anything, I'm gonna assume the worst and get back to punchin'.
[Maybe it wasn't supposed to happen this way, but he's been around enough cagey assholes in his life to know when something is intentionally being avoided. And he's aggressively protective of the things that matter to him.
What's really fucking him up is how Gundam was slowly coming into the peripheral of that circle of people, too.
He doesn't want to distrust you, dude.]
[Maybe it wasn't supposed to happen this way, but he's been around enough cagey assholes in his life to know when something is intentionally being avoided. And he's aggressively protective of the things that matter to him.
What's really fucking him up is how Gundam was slowly coming into the peripheral of that circle of people, too.
He doesn't want to distrust you, dude.]
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