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**Toma Tanaka - Warakuma Shopping District | April 12th, Noon**
Eyes heavy, Toma fumbled with his wallet for a few seconds, getting money out and handing it to the cashier. Mumbling a tired 'thank you,' he grabbed the energy drink he had just paid for and stepped back outside. Cracking it open, he took a sip, already sick of the taste. It was the the fifth one he had bought since Aiko had stormed off the night before.
He had considered going after him, but decided it'd probably be better if they split up, as they'd cover more ground and all. Besides, Aiko seemed like he needed time to himself.
So, after finding out that Alexei knew no more than Kotori, he texted his mom, telling her he'd be sleeping at a friend's house, having decided he wouldn't stop searching for Noboru until the kid turned up. He hadn't been sure why he felt so strongly about the whole situation -- after all, Noboru was most likely okay -- but after a night of wandering and having nothing but his thoughts to keep him company, he was pretty sure he had his own motivations figured out. Or maybe he knew all along, and it just took him a while to admit it to himself.
Toma guessed he could see a little of himself in Aiko -- that he could understand the boy's relationship with his brother. Toma would have loved to say he was going as far as he was for Aiko, to help out a person who needed it, simply because he was a good person and that's what good people do. But he was doing it more for himself. For whatever reason, he saw Noboru's disappearance as a second chance -- a way to make up for past mistakes.
It was stupid, and it was selfish, but Toma didn't particularly care. As far as he was concerned, either Noboru would be found, or he'd drop dead.
He had ran around, asking anyone who seemed to be a student if they had seen the boy, but no one knew anything. Of course they didn't. Why would any one fucking know anything remotely helpful? That'd just be much too easy.
Frustrated beyond belief, but far too tired to vent it, he decided to get something to eat, as he had only been subsisting on energy drinks since lunch the day before. He went to the closest pastry store, and got a couple chocolate donuts. They *did* have actual food, but he ignored it and got his sugary junk.
Holding his drink and food awkwardly in one hand and taking a bite, he texted Aiko with his other.
*Any sign of him?* was the simple message he sent.
Slipping the phone into his pocket, he stared at his terrible lunch, finding himself disgusted. His eating habits couldn't be healthy. Even the smell of the donut was making him nauseous at the moment.
With a frown, he took another bite.
Checking in.
Present.
Oh hey, we're alive. That's fun.
Toma Tanaka - Shirohane Flower Shop
Toma listened to Kotori's response and vague description of the boy he was looking for for. He blinked in confusion when she held up her hand to demonstrate his height -- but then he remembered and glanced over at Alexai. If a high schooler could be as big as him, one could easily be as small as Kotori had described.
As he was expecting, she didn't know where Noboru was, but interestingly, she had been with him after school yesterday. He paused to scratch his neck and mull the new information over.
"Huh. Then you may have been one of the last people to see him. From the sound of it, he never went home last night." His eyes narrowed as he receded into his thoughts again.
He glanced over his shoulder, seeing Aiko was on busy talking on his phone. Looking back at Kotori, he leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice. "Did Yamamoto-kun seem... I don't know... distressed or anything? Like he'd have a reason to--" a cracking noise took him by surprise, cutting him off. Toma looked back over at Aiko to see the boy's cell on the ground.
In a huff, he came up to the two, and somewhat rudely questioned Kotori. Toma's brow furrowed as he stepped forward and placed his arm between the two. "Hey, Aiko," he said with the slightest growl. "I know you're frustrated, but there's no need to be forceful. Shirohane-san doesn't know any more than we do." He paused and glanced over at Kotori, before breathing out to release his tension. He turned fully towards her and addressed her far more softly.
"You mentioned MMA club members, Shirohane-san. Is it possible that any of them saw Yamamoto-kun after you did?" Right now, that seemed like their best lead -- it was better than running around town aimlessly, at least.
Toma listened to Kotori's response and vague description of the boy he was looking for for. He blinked in confusion when she held up her hand to demonstrate his height -- but then he remembered and glanced over at Alexai. If a high schooler could be as big as him, one could easily be as small as Kotori had described.
As he was expecting, she didn't know where Noboru was, but interestingly, she had been with him after school yesterday. He paused to scratch his neck and mull the new information over.
"Huh. Then you may have been one of the last people to see him. From the sound of it, he never went home last night." His eyes narrowed as he receded into his thoughts again.
He glanced over his shoulder, seeing Aiko was on busy talking on his phone. Looking back at Kotori, he leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice. "Did Yamamoto-kun seem... I don't know... distressed or anything? Like he'd have a reason to--" a cracking noise took him by surprise, cutting him off. Toma looked back over at Aiko to see the boy's cell on the ground.
In a huff, he came up to the two, and somewhat rudely questioned Kotori. Toma's brow furrowed as he stepped forward and placed his arm between the two. "Hey, Aiko," he said with the slightest growl. "I know you're frustrated, but there's no need to be forceful. Shirohane-san doesn't know any more than we do." He paused and glanced over at Kotori, before breathing out to release his tension. He turned fully towards her and addressed her far more softly.
"You mentioned MMA club members, Shirohane-san. Is it possible that any of them saw Yamamoto-kun after you did?" Right now, that seemed like their best lead -- it was better than running around town aimlessly, at least.
Katyusha didn't ignore her -- in fact, she smiled brightly and complimented Phoebe's name. Despite turning even more red from her kind words, a small smile spread across Phoebe's face as she looked away, giving a quiet 'thank you.'
Someone placed their hand on the girl's shoulder, causing her to flinch slightly. She looked timidly at the new girl, as she told her everything would be fine. Of course, Phoebe knew that the girl had no way of knowing that for sure, and was likely just saying that to put her at ease, but she appreciated the gesture immensely. Phoebe smiled at the girl and gave a quick nod, before lowering her head again as the girl addressed Katyusha as though they were old friends.
Her smile, hidden under her hood, persisted as she listened to the two of them interact. They were really kind, she felt, as both had gone out of their way to help calm her down. And they both seemed strong and confident, too, being able to think straight in this situation.
Katyusha asked Phoebe if she knew how to use the weapon she was holding, pulling out of her thoughts. "Oh, um, not really..." she answered. In response, the older girl quickly went through the basics. Phoebe really didn't want to use the gun, but she listened anyways, nodding when Katyusha was finished. "O-okay."
It was then that the two pilots who had run out of the room were thrown back in by a Spartan, bringing with them a Cruxi. Her smile faded, being replaced with muted fear as she gasped and backed away, unable to tear her eyes from the fight that had broken out between the monster and Spartans. She no longer had control of her body, her gun hanging uselessly at her side. Even if she had wanted to, she was no longer 'with it' enough to use it. A beast like that, in person and so close to her -- if it got to her, she was dead. There was nothing to be done but hope the other people in the room, those far more qualified than her, would be able to take care of it.
At some point during the scrap, she had removed her right hand from her pocket and grabbed on tightly to Katyusha's sleeve. Even after the Cruxi had been killed, she held on and simply stared at the brutally injured Spartan who had saved them. She was aware of the other Cruxi trying to get into the room too, but she didn't want to think about it, she didn't want to deal with more.
Something like a whimper escaped her throat when she realized the injured Spartan was going to die, once again to buy the pilots time. Why? From the sound of it, it seemed like more people would give their lives to see the pilots out of the facility. Why? She was useless -- she couldn't shoot a gun, she was already breaking down, she was just a weak child. Why were trained super-soldiers giving their lives for her?
Phoebe completely shut down, and was now entirely on a terrified and mournful auto-pilot, simply holding onto Katyusha and following her. Her hood fell off as they ran, though she let it be -- she hardly cared about hiding her face in the state she was in.
She barely even registered the Frameworks and the Izanagi. All she focused on was pathetically clinging to Katyusha and tuning out the rest of the world.
Someone placed their hand on the girl's shoulder, causing her to flinch slightly. She looked timidly at the new girl, as she told her everything would be fine. Of course, Phoebe knew that the girl had no way of knowing that for sure, and was likely just saying that to put her at ease, but she appreciated the gesture immensely. Phoebe smiled at the girl and gave a quick nod, before lowering her head again as the girl addressed Katyusha as though they were old friends.
Her smile, hidden under her hood, persisted as she listened to the two of them interact. They were really kind, she felt, as both had gone out of their way to help calm her down. And they both seemed strong and confident, too, being able to think straight in this situation.
Katyusha asked Phoebe if she knew how to use the weapon she was holding, pulling out of her thoughts. "Oh, um, not really..." she answered. In response, the older girl quickly went through the basics. Phoebe really didn't want to use the gun, but she listened anyways, nodding when Katyusha was finished. "O-okay."
It was then that the two pilots who had run out of the room were thrown back in by a Spartan, bringing with them a Cruxi. Her smile faded, being replaced with muted fear as she gasped and backed away, unable to tear her eyes from the fight that had broken out between the monster and Spartans. She no longer had control of her body, her gun hanging uselessly at her side. Even if she had wanted to, she was no longer 'with it' enough to use it. A beast like that, in person and so close to her -- if it got to her, she was dead. There was nothing to be done but hope the other people in the room, those far more qualified than her, would be able to take care of it.
At some point during the scrap, she had removed her right hand from her pocket and grabbed on tightly to Katyusha's sleeve. Even after the Cruxi had been killed, she held on and simply stared at the brutally injured Spartan who had saved them. She was aware of the other Cruxi trying to get into the room too, but she didn't want to think about it, she didn't want to deal with more.
Something like a whimper escaped her throat when she realized the injured Spartan was going to die, once again to buy the pilots time. Why? From the sound of it, it seemed like more people would give their lives to see the pilots out of the facility. Why? She was useless -- she couldn't shoot a gun, she was already breaking down, she was just a weak child. Why were trained super-soldiers giving their lives for her?
Phoebe completely shut down, and was now entirely on a terrified and mournful auto-pilot, simply holding onto Katyusha and following her. Her hood fell off as they ran, though she let it be -- she hardly cared about hiding her face in the state she was in.
She barely even registered the Frameworks and the Izanagi. All she focused on was pathetically clinging to Katyusha and tuning out the rest of the world.
[how 2 double post, a guide by xlegs]
Toma Tanaka - Shirohane Flower Shop
Kotori's mother took Toma's stupidity in stride, easily putting him at ease. He straightened himself out, going back to his comfortable smile.
The big guy gave his name, which surprised Toma. He glanced over, and realized he had to look up to meet the mountain's gaze, not something he was used to.
Jesus. He had never had to crane his neck to look up at someone. Not to mention that this Alexai was at least twice as wide as he was. Huh. It was almost enough to make a guy feel a little insecure. Getting over his momentary shock, he smiled and nodded as the boy revealed he was a third-year at Warakuma. He didn't seem like a bad guy, just a little scary.
"Thank you," Toma said with a bow - more casual and comfortable this time - as Kotori's mother permitted him to speak with Kotori. He looked at the girl and noticed she seemed a little uncomfortable. No doubt caused by his barging in. He surprised himself with how dumb he could be at times.
She stepped to him with a questioning 'Yes?'
He smiled softly at her. "Sorry about all that," he made sure to say, before getting to the point, smile fading from his face. "I'm not sure if you know him, but a kid in your year called Yamamoto Noboru didn't show up to school today. I was wondering if you've seen him at all today or anything." He paused, realizing he was sounding a little more... passionate about the situation than he would have liked. He relaxed himself before continuing.
"Though, uh, I couldn't tell you what he looks like. I've never actually seen him. His brother's in my class, and he's really worried that something bad's happened to the kid, so I sort of tagged along to help find him. We've been looking around for a while, with no luck."
He looked away, out the store's front windows, one hand in his pocket and the other running through his hair.
Kotori's mother took Toma's stupidity in stride, easily putting him at ease. He straightened himself out, going back to his comfortable smile.
The big guy gave his name, which surprised Toma. He glanced over, and realized he had to look up to meet the mountain's gaze, not something he was used to.
Jesus. He had never had to crane his neck to look up at someone. Not to mention that this Alexai was at least twice as wide as he was. Huh. It was almost enough to make a guy feel a little insecure. Getting over his momentary shock, he smiled and nodded as the boy revealed he was a third-year at Warakuma. He didn't seem like a bad guy, just a little scary.
"Thank you," Toma said with a bow - more casual and comfortable this time - as Kotori's mother permitted him to speak with Kotori. He looked at the girl and noticed she seemed a little uncomfortable. No doubt caused by his barging in. He surprised himself with how dumb he could be at times.
She stepped to him with a questioning 'Yes?'
He smiled softly at her. "Sorry about all that," he made sure to say, before getting to the point, smile fading from his face. "I'm not sure if you know him, but a kid in your year called Yamamoto Noboru didn't show up to school today. I was wondering if you've seen him at all today or anything." He paused, realizing he was sounding a little more... passionate about the situation than he would have liked. He relaxed himself before continuing.
"Though, uh, I couldn't tell you what he looks like. I've never actually seen him. His brother's in my class, and he's really worried that something bad's happened to the kid, so I sort of tagged along to help find him. We've been looking around for a while, with no luck."
He looked away, out the store's front windows, one hand in his pocket and the other running through his hair.
Phoebe turned her head quickly when she realized she was being addressed, a surprised "Eh?" escaping her lips. The girl introduced herself as Katyusha, and asked for Phoebe's name. All Phoebe could do was stare out at her from under her hood, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Why? Why was someone trying to talk to her? She had just made it abundantly clear that she wasn't someone to talk to by being all negative.
So why was this girl smiling so comfortingly at her and asking for her name?
Phoebe felt her heart-rate pick up and her face go beet red. She stammered something incomprehensible, her eyes looking everywhere but at Katyusha. She managed to say 'sorry,' turning away quickly to the boy who had just gotten his "toys" destroyed. She observed the exchange without much interest, her thoughts focused on how stupid she was and on Katyusha. Phoebe realized that she recognized the girl -- an actress and a singer, if her memory served her right.
She had wanted to answer Katyusha properly and talk to her -- she still did. Why did she have to be so... like herself?
As she continued to fidget nervously, lost in her thoughts, a Spartan held a pistol out to her. She simply stared at it,entirely unsure of what to do. He lost his patience relatively quickly, and grabbed her left hand, causing her to drop her snack. He placed the pistol in her palm and continued on his way. She looked at it apprehensively, having never held a gun before in her life. Around her, many of the other children seemed completely comfortable with guns in their hands, easily checking and prepping them as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
And she just stood there, keeping her finger as far away from the trigger as possible, terrified that she'd shoot someone by accident.
The girl glanced over at Katyusha. She really wanted to talk to her. Maybe she could be a little selfish, just this once...
Her cheeks went red again, and she bit her lip nervously, in anticipation of what she was about to do. She stepped over to Katyusha to face her, but kept her eyes off to the side.
"I, um, I'm... My n-name's Phoebe..." she managed to say quietly. She wilted a bit, scared that the other girl would simply ignore her, on account of how pathetic she'd been.
It was then that another girl pushed through a pair of men blocking the door, before urging the children to follow her. While she sort of seemed like she knew what she was doing, Phoebe thought it might've been a better idea to stick with the trained soldiers.
Her eyes darted back towards Katyusha before shifting to the ground just as quickly. She fought back tears for what felt like the dozenth time that day. Too much was happening too quickly, and it all just left her confused, scared, and hesitant. Her left arm hung shakily at her side, her hand loosely wrapped around the pistol.
Why? Why was someone trying to talk to her? She had just made it abundantly clear that she wasn't someone to talk to by being all negative.
So why was this girl smiling so comfortingly at her and asking for her name?
Phoebe felt her heart-rate pick up and her face go beet red. She stammered something incomprehensible, her eyes looking everywhere but at Katyusha. She managed to say 'sorry,' turning away quickly to the boy who had just gotten his "toys" destroyed. She observed the exchange without much interest, her thoughts focused on how stupid she was and on Katyusha. Phoebe realized that she recognized the girl -- an actress and a singer, if her memory served her right.
She had wanted to answer Katyusha properly and talk to her -- she still did. Why did she have to be so... like herself?
As she continued to fidget nervously, lost in her thoughts, a Spartan held a pistol out to her. She simply stared at it,entirely unsure of what to do. He lost his patience relatively quickly, and grabbed her left hand, causing her to drop her snack. He placed the pistol in her palm and continued on his way. She looked at it apprehensively, having never held a gun before in her life. Around her, many of the other children seemed completely comfortable with guns in their hands, easily checking and prepping them as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
And she just stood there, keeping her finger as far away from the trigger as possible, terrified that she'd shoot someone by accident.
The girl glanced over at Katyusha. She really wanted to talk to her. Maybe she could be a little selfish, just this once...
Her cheeks went red again, and she bit her lip nervously, in anticipation of what she was about to do. She stepped over to Katyusha to face her, but kept her eyes off to the side.
"I, um, I'm... My n-name's Phoebe..." she managed to say quietly. She wilted a bit, scared that the other girl would simply ignore her, on account of how pathetic she'd been.
It was then that another girl pushed through a pair of men blocking the door, before urging the children to follow her. While she sort of seemed like she knew what she was doing, Phoebe thought it might've been a better idea to stick with the trained soldiers.
Her eyes darted back towards Katyusha before shifting to the ground just as quickly. She fought back tears for what felt like the dozenth time that day. Too much was happening too quickly, and it all just left her confused, scared, and hesitant. Her left arm hung shakily at her side, her hand loosely wrapped around the pistol.
Kissu said
...so I procrastinated and did this.
I... I'm not sure what this is, but I think I l-like it...
Time well spent, I'd say.
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