[Hey what's up it's Gundam's room. Hajime brought Li to hang out with the hamsters and try to learn a little more about hamster care. Now that they're not actively dying, it... seems like a good idea to try to deepen his bond with the only other person who even knows what Hope's Peak is and would be able to maybe explain something to his family when -- if? -- they return home.
...Not to mention if something happens to Gundam, Hajime wants to be able to care for the little hamsters. Raising Iron Li doesn't really qualify as experience.
It's just a relatively peaceful moment between two boys. What could possibly go wrong here.]
[With enough time and enough room for well meaning and well intended congratulatory wishes over their survival of the worst flu to have ever existed in the entire course of virology, Ryuji finds himself needing a few moments to let out some steam. His body wasn't 100% yet, and he was hesitant to start training again, and honestly, he was still a little scared about his arm to start lifting weights, so he headed to the chapel with his otamatone in hand to try out the acoustics of the place. He wanted to learn how to play the theme song to Ponyo, for [undisclosed reasons], when he happened upon a smart phone... of sorts? laying around.
And being the curious monkey he was, of course he turned it on, booted it up, and tried to figure out who it belonged to. At least he could return it to its rightful owner, or something like that and---
Yeah, he might've wanted to see what text messages were in there? Don't look at him like that.
What he does find, though, is pretty goddamn terrifying, and it's with gusto that Ryuji first knocks on Hajime's door to see if he's there and get him to Explain what the fuck he just found... since his and Gundam's class picture were both in there, and, oh... some other pictures with the words DEAD scribbled over some faces and some space invaders bitch looking bear enticing students to kill. No answer at his door, he tries for Gundam's, knocking with increasing intensity.]
[Gundam was also encouraged to take it easy himself and was happy to prattle on endlessly about the cornerstones of happy and healthy hamsters to Hajime.]
Plenty of exercise, high quality food, and a place to sleep. Using my body as a bed for my Four Dark Devas of Destruction shows the depth of the power of the Tanaka Empire--
[Obviously it's Erika, come to retrieve Li. The catball is currently having a grand time scooting around amongst Gundam's sheets, rolling about and making a general mess of them. Hajime... doesn't know why Erika might be stopping by, but he's kind of glad she is? He doesn't quite get her and Gundam's... thing, but at least they have their love of Li in common.
He doesn't bother to stand up from his cross-legged spot on the floor; he has a hamster perched on his shoulder, and he doesn't want to risk dislodging it.]
Can't you just answer the door normally...? [he mumbles incredulously to himself, shaking his head.]
[It's definitely not Erika, that much is for sure, but the rapping continues as it gets louder, until his fists are red. He hears voices from the other side, and-]
[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.
[Seeing as how he is a descendant of a devil and does not take leisurely strolls through the chapel -- no he does not know that Ryuji.
He does know that Ryuji abruptly summoning a mask out of thin air is definitely an impressive aesthetic! ... but even he can sense that Ryuji didn't show him that for purely aesthetic reasons.]
You dare to try ambushing me in my own realm?
[It would be problematic if Hajime got caught in the crossfire of Gundam kicking Ryuji's ass...]
Stand back! Or after seeing the true terror I can render, it'll be quite a sight to see how long your sanity lasts.
[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.]
[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 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.]
[--- 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!?
If you foolishly stick your head where it doesn't belong, you shall not live long enough to regret it.
[Gundam's hamsters had been watching the entire exchange, waiting for Gundam to command them to strike if he willed it.
Gundam eyes the wisps of color that form behind Ryuji and then disappear with Hajime's interference and sees his opportunity.]
Skyline Lamentation Art of the Demon Mouse!
[San-D lunges through the air, making a grab for the E-Handbook and knock it out of Ryuji's grip! It's too big to carry by herself but the other three Devas are positioned on the ground to run off with it if she's successful in her attempt.]
[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.]
[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?]
[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.]
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.
[Gundam crosses his arms over his chest, with a laugh.]
Kekeke...
I was simply at a loss for words. It has been a while since I have been confronted by such a combination of stupidity and arrogance. To think that trash like yourself has any place demanding explanations from one as grand as the Supreme Overlord of Ice?
If you wish to challenge me, then I accept. I have not yet begun to show you how serious I can be.
[Even Hajime looks surprised at how sharp his voice comes out as he lowers his hand from his tie, using it as a physical barrier to preemptively block Ryuji from just trying to lunge at him.]
You said we're classmates, right? Tell me what's going on. Ryuji wouldn't come charging in here like this for no reason, just-- tell me.
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...Not to mention if something happens to Gundam, Hajime wants to be able to care for the little hamsters. Raising Iron Li doesn't really qualify as experience.
It's just a relatively peaceful moment between two boys. What could possibly go wrong here.]
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And being the curious monkey he was, of course he turned it on, booted it up, and tried to figure out who it belonged to. At least he could return it to its rightful owner, or something like that and---
Yeah, he might've wanted to see what text messages were in there? Don't look at him like that.
What he does find, though, is pretty goddamn terrifying, and it's with gusto that Ryuji first knocks on Hajime's door to see if he's there and get him to Explain what the fuck he just found... since his and Gundam's class picture were both in there, and, oh... some other pictures with the words DEAD scribbled over some faces and some space invaders bitch looking bear enticing students to kill. No answer at his door, he tries for Gundam's, knocking with increasing intensity.]
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Plenty of exercise, high quality food, and a place to sleep. Using my body as a bed for my Four Dark Devas of Destruction shows the depth of the power of the Tanaka Empire--
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Who did that even leave to be at his door?]
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[He'll get up, peeking out.]
Who goes there?
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He doesn't bother to stand up from his cross-legged spot on the floor; he has a hamster perched on his shoulder, and he doesn't want to risk dislodging it.]
Can't you just answer the door normally...? [he mumbles incredulously to himself, shaking his head.]
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Open the hell up!
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One must always be vigilant when confronting entities of the unknown!
This insistent and unrelenting barrage of knocking-- [It could be insidious.] A harbinger of chaos!
Stand back! [Gundam says to. A still sitting Hajime. Quickly opening the door and striking a combative stance.]
Open sesame pandemonium!
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[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.]
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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.]
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He does know that Ryuji abruptly summoning a mask out of thin air is definitely an impressive aesthetic! ... but even he can sense that Ryuji didn't show him that for purely aesthetic reasons.]
You dare to try ambushing me in my own realm?
[It would be problematic if Hajime got caught in the crossfire of Gundam kicking Ryuji's ass...]
Stand back! Or after seeing the true terror I can render, it'll be quite a sight to see how long your sanity lasts.
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[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?
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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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Hand it over.
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[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.]
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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!?
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[Gundam's hamsters had been watching the entire exchange, waiting for Gundam to command them to strike if he willed it.
Gundam eyes the wisps of color that form behind Ryuji and then disappear with Hajime's interference and sees his opportunity.]
Skyline Lamentation Art of the Demon Mouse!
[San-D lunges through the air, making a grab for the E-Handbook and knock it out of Ryuji's grip! It's too big to carry by herself but the other three Devas are positioned on the ground to run off with it if she's successful in her attempt.]
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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.]
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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.
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The Devas immediately scoop it up and run it over to Gundam.]
...
[Gundam doesn't say anything to explain the situation.]
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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?
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[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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Such a transgression would defy the promise he made Hajime to protect him.]
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Kekeke...
I was simply at a loss for words. It has been a while since I have been confronted by such a combination of stupidity and arrogance. To think that trash like yourself has any place demanding explanations from one as grand as the Supreme Overlord of Ice?
If you wish to challenge me, then I accept. I have not yet begun to show you how serious I can be.
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[Even Hajime looks surprised at how sharp his voice comes out as he lowers his hand from his tie, using it as a physical barrier to preemptively block Ryuji from just trying to lunge at him.]
You said we're classmates, right? Tell me what's going on. Ryuji wouldn't come charging in here like this for no reason, just-- tell me.
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