"H... hello? Um, this is me-- ah, Noire! I'm Noire, and I'm very sorry for missing you somehow... I promise I'm not avoiding you, unless you're scary or you're Mo-- trying to curse me. U-um, so when I can figure out how to-- ( beeps ensue, followed by a shriek of fright ) O-oh, no! What did I push, how do I-- make it-- oh gods, did I break it?! W-why can't we just talk in person?!"
[HE TOLD YOU HE WAS A MESS... But hearing her voice, his tenseness dissipates and he opens up the door for her to come inside.]
I'm... [Hrm. That's a difficult one to answer.] ...tired, I think. [One of his arms is wrapped up with a bandage around his bicep, but he doesn't seem to be favouring it too much as he goes to close the door after her and urge her inside.]
I'm worried... [ yeah, she can admit it, stepping inside properly and glancing towards that basin. ] I knew it was bad, but I didn't think people would betray their friends like this.
Aa... Though I don't know if Izumo ever considered me a friend, so much. Even if we'd talk and everything and I think we've known each other a while.
[But the thing is she's done nice things for him. He's kept that fox-shaped doll charm she knit for various people, and she'd sometimes rebuke him but... Even with her attitude, he didn't mind her at all.]
I don't think I hate her. But I hate all of this, this situation. [He sits heavily and waves for Noire to come and have a seat.]
[ She'll join him, momentarily-- she's got a handkerchief that she's going to dip into that basin (hey, he can always use an extra cloth), bringing it over and offering it to him with a nudge against one of his hands. ]
I do, too... things never go well when that man gets involved.
[When that hand nudges his, he pauses before his fingers flex blindly, finding that handkerchief. He makes a thankful sound and lifts it up to his face.]
He's insane. [And he remembers the last time people were taken by him... so he can't help but be afraid.] How are we going to fight him this time?
[He daubs at his eyes carefully, lowering the handkerchief to blink. Still blurry. But less blurry than before, so at least Noire is not just a blob of colours.]
[Hinata kinda squints and fancies that he does make out a smile... even if he doesn't, he can guess that she is.]
A little, yeah. Thanks. I really want to be able to see normally, though... [He hesitates and images flicker behind his mind's eye. Images of mobs of people who'd had the same types of tear gas hit them as the kind that hit him. He can't remember who threw the grenades, but perhaps that's for the better.] I guess now I know what this is like...
It was mostly used for rioters, though it was illegal to use in a lot of places. Those who were trying to get them under control would throw a canister in the middle of a group and it'd be a way of taking lots of people out at once.
[He hesitates, bites his lip, and goes on--] After things went bad in my world, they'd use it on groups of innocents or people trying to fight back.
That's horrible.... [ and he already knows that, but Noire is privately thankful that it wasn't a thing in her world. It was bad enough if an enemy dark mage got a curse off. ] And they have it here now, too?
Aa. [It definitely was horrible. A lot of things he recalls from his time as Kamukura are like that...] They were given it by the corporation, I'm guessing... she had knives and a gun as well, and she could've had worse that she didn't use.
[Goodness knows Hinata is glad Noire hasn't had to go through it. He doesn't wish it on anyone.]
[A quick, rueful smile.] Aa. I could still fight even if I couldn't see, but it's safer not to risk it. Not today. My arm isn't that bad, but it'd be troublesome if I got into another fight.
Besides, [and here Hinata sighs and attempts some good humour,] I don't think Komaeda would let me leave anyway. I'm sure he'd go and sit on my legs again.
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I'm... [Hrm. That's a difficult one to answer.] ...tired, I think. [One of his arms is wrapped up with a bandage around his bicep, but he doesn't seem to be favouring it too much as he goes to close the door after her and urge her inside.]
What about you? How're you doing?
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[But the thing is she's done nice things for him. He's kept that fox-shaped doll charm she knit for various people, and she'd sometimes rebuke him but... Even with her attitude, he didn't mind her at all.]
I don't think I hate her. But I hate all of this, this situation. [He sits heavily and waves for Noire to come and have a seat.]
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I do, too... things never go well when that man gets involved.
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He's insane. [And he remembers the last time people were taken by him... so he can't help but be afraid.] How are we going to fight him this time?
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[ ACTUALLY CONSIDERING IT... ]
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Extra extensively, even. [FUCK THAT GUY no seriously he doesn't care what the hell happens to him and if he can be cursed good.]
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[ she'll ask. ]
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[He daubs at his eyes carefully, lowering the handkerchief to blink. Still blurry. But less blurry than before, so at least Noire is not just a blob of colours.]
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Is that a little better?
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A little, yeah. Thanks. I really want to be able to see normally, though... [He hesitates and images flicker behind his mind's eye. Images of mobs of people who'd had the same types of tear gas hit them as the kind that hit him. He can't remember who threw the grenades, but perhaps that's for the better.] I guess now I know what this is like...
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[ she'd suffered enough just by Tharja blurring her vision, after all. ]
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It was mostly used for rioters, though it was illegal to use in a lot of places. Those who were trying to get them under control would throw a canister in the middle of a group and it'd be a way of taking lots of people out at once.
[He hesitates, bites his lip, and goes on--] After things went bad in my world, they'd use it on groups of innocents or people trying to fight back.
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[ ... she was lucky to avoid it, wasn't she? ]
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[Goodness knows Hinata is glad Noire hasn't had to go through it. He doesn't wish it on anyone.]
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[ SHE'S REALLY WORRIED. ]
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Besides, [and here Hinata sighs and attempts some good humour,] I don't think Komaeda would let me leave anyway. I'm sure he'd go and sit on my legs again.
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[ and she's not even apologizing!! ]
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[Hinata groans and makes a show of flopping back against the couch.]
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[But his little smile says otherwise.]
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