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WEEK 2
Saturday passes uneventfully save a little rain. It's on Sunday that you get a little notification of probation for new areas: Neo-Nipponbashi and Chuo. It'd be possible to investigate, to check out some anime, or to worship the defunct Shinkansen. But maybe it's hard to get excited about any of that when Friday’s events suggest that you have simply been provided some additional photogenic places to commit murder. Are you going to bother either overseer after their participation in some mockery of justice? Troll the internet? Get a bat out of Hyper Zone and just take out your frustration on everything?
Those of you who entered the pods will experience fewer “painful bursts of color” as your body is unaffected below the knees, though the same amount of “slight teleportation” glitches. Those of you who abstained from the pods will continue to experience all of the above as well as electric shock sensations occasionally when touching metal objects.
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Those of you who entered the pods will experience fewer “painful bursts of color” as your body is unaffected below the knees, though the same amount of “slight teleportation” glitches. Those of you who abstained from the pods will continue to experience all of the above as well as electric shock sensations occasionally when touching metal objects.
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I.
[The first location to catch his attention, despite his insistence on professionalism, is actually the book store. He could lie and say that it's a good excuse to learn more about this world, but he's actually staring right at the manga section through the window.
Time to wander through and make a bee-line toward that shelf and... He stops, skidding to a halt at the sight of a tabletop playbook section and there's a book that's vaguely familiar to him. It's not Serpents & Spells, but the cover looks... almost identical, like a knockoff.
Despite his previous excitement, he looks saddened.]
Maps...
I wonder if I could bring it back to her, as a souvenir. [He doesn't seem to realise he's not alone.]
II.
[Damian, having come to a hilariously incorrect conclusion about the Ani-Mart, will zero in on that Adults-Only sign.
What could they be hiding from children that needs protecting... He tries to sneak his way in but he is picked up by the scruff of his neck by the mech while he angrily flails.]
Unhand me, machine!! I'll know whatever devious secrets you might be hiding and I'll cut my way through you if I have to!
[He is promptly thrown out on his ass like a feral kitten.]
III.
[Damian can be found sitting on a balcony in the middle of an alleyway in the early hours of the morning. He's holding his sword out, indicating he's clearly been practicing for the last few hours. He seems entirely alone.]
I know our circumstances were, and probably still are different. It's not projection to want other people to have the opportunities you did. She was ten, I'm fourteen, she's a girl, I'm a boy, and I haven't killed anyone yet. You can keep your pity to yourself.
[Without a word he kicks off against the balcony and drops gracefully onto the stone alleyway. Then with a sigh he'll turn around and blink in surprise at the new presence.]
II
...it doesn't matter how many times you try, they're not going to let you back there.
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They can try to stop me. [Damian, they just did you fucking tool.]
What are they keeping back there that's so heavily guarded, anyway?
III
It's only when he sees the broody boy, that his stern expression settles into an indolent smile.]
Oh, Robin, it is quite early to be jumping from rooftops, don't you think?
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[He crosses his arms, almost defensively.]
I sleep at day. Not so much for me. Is there something I can do for you, Wolver?
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So we have two nocturnal Akudama! [His own arms come up and spread wide—a grand gesture that takes up the entire mouth of the alley.]
But, alas, no. I was not seeking you out, little vigilante. Though, now that I have you, I am quite curious about the technology you use. What is it made of?
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Though he doesn't exactly anticipate meeting Damian, he does hear him talking to himself. ]
Her?
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Your prophesy has come to fruition. We have met again. [A smile ghosts his expression before he puts the book back.]
A friend I had. She was obsessed with this game, I gave her a collector's edition for her birthday. Kept trying to get me to play it with her and her friends.
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[ A ghost of amusement flitters at that, until it is gone as he considers the boy's next words. ]
Had? You speak of bringing it to her as a souvenir, and yet you talk of her in the past tense.
I assume she is no longer considered as such, or...?
[ He phrases it as a question even so. Friends are something he hasn't thought of in a long while; those he once considered his friends...well, he does not speak of them, and there are reasons for that. Still, his curiosity has been piqued nonetheless. ]
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Well, I'm legally missing right now. [Not to mention disgraced. She was wrapped up in the idea of Batman and Robin and part of him suspects that's why she gravitated toward him in the first place. Part of him is afraid of what she'd think of him and of his hypocrisy.] She is still someone I would give a gift to, but I don't think it would be strictly accurate to call us friends anymore.
It's complicated, I suppose. Do you have friends, General?
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[ ...He asks though it can be towards the first comment or the second. Or perhaps both.
At any rate, he's being asked a question in return. ]
Hmph, no. As you might imagine, friends are impossible to have for someone like myself.
Someone may argue that some time ago, that was different. But that time is not now, and therefore it is irrelevant—much so like the lives of who those individuals may have been.
[ They're dead, as far as he knew, and even if they were alive, they would be dead to him. ]
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I had a team of people under my command who I suppose could have been considered 'friends,' as well. If you were using the word generously anyway.
[His is pretty bitter, but there is a guilty twinge to his eyes indicating that he doesn't think he's entirely blameless in whatever happened.] Did they betray you?
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It's funny because it's really not something he thinks about often but he never wants to see them again in the history of ever. ]
They were more allies than friends, I presume?
[ That sure is an interesting emotion to catch hold of, but he's certain there's a reason for that. ]
They did, in a manner of speaking. Granted their circumstances were not ideal, but they chose not to communicate with me, and one of them only approached to attempt to gain my favor after exhibiting quite a distasteful attitude in my direction. [ ... ] I let him know how I felt about that soon enough, and I imagine he regretted it all the way until death's door.