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acatalepsy_rpg2018-09-07 03:34 pm
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video | dated at the very end of week one
[The video opens on a patch of dirt, a leg stretched out along one edge of the screen. Next to the leg a number of very small muddy spots map out a connect-the-dots picture that more creative minds - or just anyone who's ever been a bored teenager - might recognize as a sort-of accurate depiction of one particular x-rated body part. A voice, cracking and hoarse like it has to drag itself over gravel to get its words out, starts speaking immediately.]
Hey, you know what makes me-
[His coughing is harsh and wet but it's only a few seconds before it stops. Hank mutters a curse under his breath, just audible, and hacks up a loogie, spitting it so it lands just so off the end of the art in the dirt next to him. The dirt there goes wet and dark, and with this artistic rendering of a drop of splooge, his masterpiece is complete. When he leans back the camera's in a different position; in the opposite corner from the dirt the screen shows the massive head of a Saint Bernard, taking up a good part of the screen and the majority of Hank's lap.]
You know what makes me feel better when I'm feeling like shit? Bitching about it. Let's bitch, guys. Tell me how shitty you've got it right now. It's not like anyone's got anything else to do here, right? I mean, not unless someone can get this big furry boulder to unglue itself from my lap. I'd have something to do if he'd just play. Look, watch this, it's pathetic.
Hey, Sumo. Fetch.
[Anyone with motion sickness might want to look away; the screen jerks around wildly as the arm with the camera on it moves to grab a rock and hold it in the air like Hank's going to throw it. Then the screen goes still again as Hank has to lean forward to cough, his dog's big, placid face now taking up the whole view. Sumo gives a single low whuff, lifts his head, and apparently settles himself right over the camera because the screen goes dark. There's the muffled sound of Hank cursing, trying to say Sumo's name between coughs, and then nothing as Hank manages to work his other hand under Sumo's jaw and shut the recording off.]
Hey, you know what makes me-
[His coughing is harsh and wet but it's only a few seconds before it stops. Hank mutters a curse under his breath, just audible, and hacks up a loogie, spitting it so it lands just so off the end of the art in the dirt next to him. The dirt there goes wet and dark, and with this artistic rendering of a drop of splooge, his masterpiece is complete. When he leans back the camera's in a different position; in the opposite corner from the dirt the screen shows the massive head of a Saint Bernard, taking up a good part of the screen and the majority of Hank's lap.]
You know what makes me feel better when I'm feeling like shit? Bitching about it. Let's bitch, guys. Tell me how shitty you've got it right now. It's not like anyone's got anything else to do here, right? I mean, not unless someone can get this big furry boulder to unglue itself from my lap. I'd have something to do if he'd just play. Look, watch this, it's pathetic.
Hey, Sumo. Fetch.
[Anyone with motion sickness might want to look away; the screen jerks around wildly as the arm with the camera on it moves to grab a rock and hold it in the air like Hank's going to throw it. Then the screen goes still again as Hank has to lean forward to cough, his dog's big, placid face now taking up the whole view. Sumo gives a single low whuff, lifts his head, and apparently settles himself right over the camera because the screen goes dark. There's the muffled sound of Hank cursing, trying to say Sumo's name between coughs, and then nothing as Hank manages to work his other hand under Sumo's jaw and shut the recording off.]
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[Yeah absolutely shity day he's having, this guy.]
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[He’s talking to a baby. Hank goes through a quick, instinctive check of himself and his actions in the last few minutes. There’s the dick-drawiing, but kids in highschool live and breathe that kind of thing.As long as the kid doesn’t check the other parts of this post and see the bit where he threatened to get drunk and go streaking, he probably hasn’t done anything too inappropriate. Hank composes himself.]
Wait, so, you’re saying getting popped across the universe to this weirdo place is just as freaky as heading out into the working world would have been? I know I had it better than some of the kids I graduated with, but I don’t remember leaving highschool being that bad.
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I'm heading into university, actually. Or was anyway.
[But then he grins and winks back. Haha normal, that's a good one.]
Weeeeell, most of high school wasn't so bad, but then we had to save the world before graduating so you know being called to save other worlds just feels like is a continuation of that, if it makes sense? Not the same powers, but I thought it was back to boring school stuff again for me, so getting another chance at it is pretty great.
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Did everyone here come straight from like, fighting wars and saving worlds? Is the next person I meet gonna have come straight from saving a bus full of baby nuns or what? This is ridiculous.
[Hank rubs his eyes, trying to focus. It's not the kid's fault he's not even - well probably not even twenty, and outclasses Hank already. He tells himself this isn't the time or place, and drops the rant.]
So, basically you're just happy for the opportunity? You make it sound like you're getting a great new internship, or another summer vacation.
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[Japanese high school. To be fair Naoya hasn't given his name either so how the hell should Hank even know. Sorry, he can't help but grin and try not to laugh at the image of a busful of baby nuns...]
Meeting new people is good for me. It's been really interesting so far. [BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU, HANK.] I'm sure you're here too for a reason. Well in the sense she must need your help, if that makes sense? Sometimes there's more to us than we first think. That sort of happened for me.
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[It is not great. Hank is not glad. He makes an effort to steer himself away - again - and reels the sarcasm in, forcing at least most of it out of his voice. This is a kid he's talking to, young enough that 'he means well' is a legitimate excuse, young enough that he hasn't had time to learn that 'helping' matters a lot less than 'minding your own damn business'.]
I appreciate it, okay, but I've had enough chances to learn as much as I ever want to know about myself, and sometimes the shit people think they want you for hasn't got a single thing to do with reality. I mean, unless you think this witch lady's a god too and this is you using the 'works in mysterious ways' argument on me, which...
[How does he do this without shitting all over what may or may not be this kid's deeply held beliefs?]
...I mean, in that case, good for you? If that's what helps you?
[How do you preemptively shoot down something like that without being a shithead? Hank's face twists up, uncomfortable, knowing his argument kind of flopped over at the end there and not really sure what to do about it.]
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I'm sorry if I came off as being a little too excited. [Understatement of the century.] If it means anything, I'd like to know more about you. Anyone who can make good dirt...dirty art is worth knowing, right? [He's a teenager after all.] Since we'll probably have to work together eventually.
[Then again, he is a protag.]
I'm Naoya Toudou, by the way. I'm from 1997. [He's only mentioning that because he already knows what time is weird here, but doesn't realize that technically, that makes him (at least year-birth wise) older than Hank.]
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God, all this shit has to be a dream, that is too fuckin weird. And, hey, I drew dirty pictures back then too, if about four more decades of practice makes me worth knowing, maybe we're gonna get along just fine. Is that what you wanna know about me, because that doesn't seem like the kind of thing a highschool kid really needs pointers for.
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[He just lets Hank quietly swear out his grievances. Sounds like it might be harder for him to accept.] Well maybe it will feel less like a dream once we have a mission. I'm okay for that type of picture, Brown was a good senpai and taught me well and Mark is going off to New York to go to a spray art school? It sounded fancy.
I'm more curious about stuff you learn as you grow older if that makes sense? My grandparents weren't around at all and it's mostly just mom and me. Do you get to an age where you just don't care about drawing that kind of stuff in public anymore?
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[His voice is dry, amused, and then it goes thoughtful as he thinks about what he's actually been asked.]
Uh, shit. I'm the last person you wanna ask about how to grow up. Uh... okay, let's go through these questions. [He raises a finger as he answers each one, to keep track.] One: Yeah, the year's twenty thirty-eight, almost thirty-nine. Two: No one's got flying cars off the ground yet, ha, and if someone up there likes me, no one ever will. Three: Yeah, uh, graphics have got a lot better but I uh... kind of fell out of gaming around the last year of academy and never got back into it, so I might not be the person to ask.
Four, getting older... Well, it depends on the person. I've met little old ladies who are still worried about what everyone thinks about them after like, ninety some years of being alive, so. I guess it's not age so much as what you get out of the age. I just got to the point where I had worse shit to worry about, you know? You just got to figure out what matters to you. Why, you got a lot of problems with that kind of thing?
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Well maybe just telling me not to grow up is fine too. Maybe true wisdom is that maturity can be overrated. [He's teasing.] Two thousand thirty-nine...[Hank would see him count silently to calculate the other's age before commenting again.] I guess you don't like driving? And that's too bad...I guess most adults stop playing video games when they start to work.
[Now the last answer, he's not too surprised. Mikage-cho has its share of chatty old ladies who worry about what others think. Having other things to worry about also seems on par, but he wasn't quite expecting the question back either and hesitates before speaking, rubbing his earring with his fingers again. It's clearly a tick or something he does when he's thinking.]
Ahh no, not really. [He points to his head.] Have you seen my hair? If I worried about my appearance it would definitely look different. Maybe when I was a little younger, but not like that anymore.
[There IS a question lingering on his mind, but he's not sure if he wants to ask it. At least not yet
Social Link too low.]What were you doing back home? I'm still not sure where I want to go once university is done...
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[Hey, why not settle in for a little career counseling? It's not like he's going to just find out this place is actually really interesting and he's got like twenty different cooler things to do.]
sorry for the late tag
I was thinking of maybe becoming a video game programmer? I'm not bad with math and I play video games a lot so I might get a few years out of that. It's not a very traditional job in Japan, but then again my friend Mark went off to New York to become a professional graffiti artist.
it's all good, there's no hurry
Nevermind. Let the kid have his maybe-vaguely-illegal secrets.]
Yeah, world's your oyster and all that shit.
[He scratches at his face, thinking about it.]
You said you were from the late nineties, right? That was a pretty good time for video games, I think. Lots of innovation around that time. I think there's definitely a market, if you can break into it. If our uh, homeworlds or whatever the fuck are the same. Too bad you can't do anything like that here though. God, what I'd do for some kinda video game. It feels like the only entertainment around here is, I don't know, banging a couple rocks together.