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thearena2013-03-23 05:59 pm
wantedittobeagame) wrote in thearena2013-03-23 05:59 pm
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Who: Adachi and you!
What: Exploring Fantasyland, before looking for food.
Where: Around the tipped over train in Fantasyland, gradually migrating over to other areas to explore.
When: Any day during the first week.
Warnings/Notes: Adachi's powers are active in Fantasyland; he only has Izanagi at his disposal and he's not out to kill anyone, but that doesn't mean he won't kick your ass if you try to mess with him. He's going to try to make the tipped over train his base, but he still needs food and stuff, so he'll probably be looking around all over the park, so any area is open; if you're not sure, feel free to send a PM and we can plot.
When he first stepped into Fantasyland and it felt like his head was splitting open, Adachi knew that was the place he'd need to stay at if he wanted a chance of surviving this stupid game.
It was good to feel his Personae again; ever since arriving in this damn place, it was like they were there, but... not. It was like a part of his brain was missing, and even now he couldn't completely feel all of them. Izanagi was at the forefront of his subconscious like usual, but the others were sort of... hanging back, like they wanted to be there, but couldn't. He wished Michael was around to explain this bullshit, but he doubted a door to the Velvet Room would be popping up, no matter how much he needed one right now.
Still, Izanagi was better than nothing; he just hoped the head god wouldn't give him a migraine every time he returned to this place. Seriously, that was painful, like fall to your knees kind of painful, and generally not cool.
It took awhile of exploring to realize a few things. Number one, and most importantly, he wasn't going to be finding much in the way of food here. A lot of the stuff in the restaurants was perishable and... oh boy did they perish a long time ago. Gross; he was never going to get that smell out of his nostrils. Number two, there wasn't really anything around that he could use as a weapon, much as he tried to find something. Whatever wood was around looked like it would break apart with one hit and he wasn't about to try and pull a metal pipe from the plumbing in the buildings -- they were probably rusted to hell anyway and useless. Number three, there weren't that many great places to hide that weren't also completely open to any elements; the turned over train at least had a side wall that was serving as a roof along with the whale. He didn't really care for how much the whale made it stick out, but... well, he kind of liked it. Plus, if the seats were intact, it'd be a comfortable place to sleep.
He knew he couldn't stay in Fantasyland forever; he had shelter, but he needed food, water, and something to defend himself with that he could take to the other areas. So, every day he heads out for awhile, determined to make it back with at least something before it got dark out.
And yes, the headache hits him every time he goes back into Fantasyland. Eff his life.
What: Exploring Fantasyland, before looking for food.
Where: Around the tipped over train in Fantasyland, gradually migrating over to other areas to explore.
When: Any day during the first week.
Warnings/Notes: Adachi's powers are active in Fantasyland; he only has Izanagi at his disposal and he's not out to kill anyone, but that doesn't mean he won't kick your ass if you try to mess with him. He's going to try to make the tipped over train his base, but he still needs food and stuff, so he'll probably be looking around all over the park, so any area is open; if you're not sure, feel free to send a PM and we can plot.
When he first stepped into Fantasyland and it felt like his head was splitting open, Adachi knew that was the place he'd need to stay at if he wanted a chance of surviving this stupid game.
It was good to feel his Personae again; ever since arriving in this damn place, it was like they were there, but... not. It was like a part of his brain was missing, and even now he couldn't completely feel all of them. Izanagi was at the forefront of his subconscious like usual, but the others were sort of... hanging back, like they wanted to be there, but couldn't. He wished Michael was around to explain this bullshit, but he doubted a door to the Velvet Room would be popping up, no matter how much he needed one right now.
Still, Izanagi was better than nothing; he just hoped the head god wouldn't give him a migraine every time he returned to this place. Seriously, that was painful, like fall to your knees kind of painful, and generally not cool.
It took awhile of exploring to realize a few things. Number one, and most importantly, he wasn't going to be finding much in the way of food here. A lot of the stuff in the restaurants was perishable and... oh boy did they perish a long time ago. Gross; he was never going to get that smell out of his nostrils. Number two, there wasn't really anything around that he could use as a weapon, much as he tried to find something. Whatever wood was around looked like it would break apart with one hit and he wasn't about to try and pull a metal pipe from the plumbing in the buildings -- they were probably rusted to hell anyway and useless. Number three, there weren't that many great places to hide that weren't also completely open to any elements; the turned over train at least had a side wall that was serving as a roof along with the whale. He didn't really care for how much the whale made it stick out, but... well, he kind of liked it. Plus, if the seats were intact, it'd be a comfortable place to sleep.
He knew he couldn't stay in Fantasyland forever; he had shelter, but he needed food, water, and something to defend himself with that he could take to the other areas. So, every day he heads out for awhile, determined to make it back with at least something before it got dark out.
And yes, the headache hits him every time he goes back into Fantasyland. Eff his life.
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"Japan... doesn't exist...?" he asked softly, his eyes slowly widening as he planted his hands on the counter. Woah... he... he knew that there were other worlds before he came here, that there were similar versions of the same world where one little thing could be different. He also knew that there were other versions of him, of a him that had made the wrong choice. Did Howard come from one of those worlds?
Did he come from a world where this "bad" version of himself won?
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How sad is that? The whole world may or may not exist anymore and that's a minor concern. He shrugs.
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"Ah, well... you can only do what you can, right?" he asked, coming from back around the counter. "There isn't any water back there, so only thing we can do is wrap your leg up and hope it doesn't get infected."
He paused, giving Howard a look. "You going to let me do that?"
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"No. No, I'm not," Howard says, shaking his head. He thought that that would be obvious. "Look, Detective, I can take care of myself. Even if it don't look like it right now."
After a second, "you believe me, right?"
He needs to not only be able to look after himself, but Eponine too.
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He paused a moment, before pulling off that moronic cape of his. He'd been using it as a pillow at night... he'd just have to find something else later. He balled up what was left of it, tossing it over to Howard so he could wrap his leg up.
"Just don't do anything stupid, okay?"
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"Never do," Howard says, even though he knows that's a complete lie. He does stupid things, impulsive things. He trusts the wrong people and acts with his heart when his head screams no. "You neither."