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Posted: Jan 8 2017, 03:09 AM
@SAMUEL T. OWEN
Every now and again, Tyki felt like having a cigarette. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but unfortunately for the Noah things had gotten complicated after the Cheating Boy stabbed him. Allen had done more than disrupt his black and white personalities; he'd left Tyki with scars that stretched over his physical body, scars that hurt like hell every now and again. It wasn't often that they acted up, but when they did...er, well. He wasn't always fully aware of what he was lashing out at when he got like that, and in the rare instance that he WAS aware, he wasn't in much of a mood to care. He'd broken a helluva lot of windows that way, and while it thankfully hadn't happened during his stay in this multiverse, it was only a matter of time until he had to cope with that crippling pain.
Cigarettes could be a trigger for that pain, so when he felt the urge to smoke, he went to the nearest store he could find, and bought a handful of suckers to try to curb that urge. After that, he'd wandered away from the stores, so as not to be tempted to buy cigarettes, and started to walk through the park in Hialao. Calm down, calm down...can't be having an episode out here, eh? If he did, that'd, uh. It'd end pretty poorly, as he'd cause a scene, probably get an ambulance or the police dispatched to deal with him, and wind up using his full strength against whatever poor fool it was who decided to show up to help him. He'd rather not mar his white personality with murder, as that would bring everything he was trying to work towards here to a screeching halt. He'd lose that aspect of himself, and it wouldn't be funny.
Tyki sighed as he rolled the sucker around a bit in his mouth, lips puffed out in a bit of a pout, and eyes squinting in defeat. So much for a nice day at the beach...he'd have to wait until he'd calmed down before he reinstated his original plan for the day, but that was assuming that he'd calm down soon. If he didn't, he'd have to keep wandering this park, even AFTER he'd run out of suckers. They were doing something towards helping him to curb his addictive urges, but it wasn't nearly enough for his tastes. Maybe he should try something else if this ever happened again? He heard that carrots were supposed to be good for this kind of thing, too...eh, or maybe he could just get a few apples? So long as he was keeping his mouth working on something, it should help to kick these stupid urges.
That, and apples would be better for him anyway. Sooo, yeah. Next time this happened, he was gonna go with apples.
The Noah lifted a hand to his head, and ran it through his hair as he bit down on the remainder of the sucker. Mmph, this stuff was pretty sweet. Sweet Tooth would've loved all the sweets that were here in these dimensions, but given that Sweet Tooth was also dumb and violent as hell, it was for the better that he hadn't wound up in what could be his sugary paradise. While Tyki hadn't come across any Innocence, there were plenty other ways that people like Skinn could be dealt with. May take some time, but he'd get his ass beat if he acted up, and possibly die all over again. Tyki'd rather not cry again, thank you, nor would he wanna deal with any of the shit that Skinn would cause. Do them both a favour and stay dead, Sweet Tooth. It's probably better that way.
He glanced around as he pulled the sucker stick from his mouth, and upon spying a trash bin, headed over it to discard of the trash that he had. While he was there, he unwrapped another sucker, and popped it into his mouth. He had two left after this one, so he should probably start taking his time in eating these suckers. That was gonna be tough to manage, but unless he wanted to put himself through more stress, he'd have to deal with it. Geez...and today was his only day off, too...
Tyki blinked as he spied an old man, sitting all on his lonesome on a nearby park bench. Cliches would've led him to believe that an old guy like him would be feeding birds or something like that, but instead he seemed pretty engrossed on some sorta handheld device.
Technology, especially stuff like cellphones and computers, had been a bit of a mystery to Tyki since he came here. They were cool and all, but he didn't have nearly enough money to buy any of them to see what they were like. He'd probably work on something like that in the future, but until he got his finances more in order, he'd have to focus on living instead.
Still, looked like it was pretty fun. The old guy seemed to be enjoying himself, and if someone could have fun just...sitting there and staring at a screen, that was a matter of curiosity to Tyki.
And hell, it'd be something he could use to distract himself from his stupid nicotine cravings, so he may as well start up a conversation, provided the old guy was okay with it. Neat hat he was wearing, too.
To better facilitate a conversation, Tyki crossed over to the seated gentleman, and nodded at him with a smile. Althoooough he may not have seen that smile. Ah, whatever. "Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but what're you playing there?" Even if he hadn't been seen, he'd at least be heard.
Unless the guy was hard of hearing. But his luck couldn't be that bad, could it?
...don't answer that.
|SAMUEL T. OWEN||
Posted: Jan 25 2017, 07:04 AM
Mmmmm. The thing about video games…well, a lot of them, anyway, was that they gave you extra lives. And there were ways to get more lives, too. It was a bit like being an Ajin; you had as many restarts as you needed if you died. But even so, he liked the games where you only had one chance. Those were a lot of fun, because they were different for him. It was like being human. He couldn’t really imagine being a human and pulling off all the same feats as he did, it was kind of a cool thought. Just once, he wouldn’t mind giving up being an Ajin just to try it out. Or maybe instead, he could place a limit on himself - you’re not allowed to continue your mission if you die, Satou. That would be fun. Nothing serious, of course - just a fun game. He wouldn’t risk his real missions on something like that.
But, for right now, he just sat on a park bench enjoying the warm sunlight and enjoying his video games even more. If only his friends were here…at least he’d have someone to chat to while he was playing. Having a distraction made video games fun, too. Made them harder. And he always liked to play on the hardest setting. If he could then make it even more difficult, it was all the better for him.
And then the heavens smiled upon him or...something like that, he supposed, because just then, there was a voice - out of nowhere, he’d add, and it caused him to jerk just slightly to the left, back towards one of the enemies. He sucked air through his teeth - and watched as the screen went to the little dead animation and he pouted. ”I guess I died…”
But, he looked up with a good-natured smile. ”Hello there.” He started with a good-natured greeting, too. ”What I’m playing...it’s a game from home. It’s a bit like...Asteroids I think, you’re a space ship and you destroy enemy aliens. But if you get hit even once by enemy fire, you die. The higher levels you get into, the harder it is to kill them. Sometimes it takes multiple hits. Would you like to try your hand? I just died….”
Posted: Jan 29 2017, 07:43 PM
@SAMUEL T. OWEN
Ah...had he made the old guy mess up? Oops. Either the old timer had been far too engrossed in that game of his to notice that Tyki was approaching, ooooor...Tyki had slipped up to the other male much more quietly than he intended to. Hrm. Well, at least he didn’t seem to be too miffed about how he’d just lost that game of his (at least Tyki assumed that’s what happened), but still...should probably apologise. “Oh, sorry! Didn’t mean to startle ya.”
He settled into silence as the old guy returned his greeting, and got around to explaining the game. Uh...well, he was sure that it was a decent enough explanation to anyone who knew anything about video games, and while he DID get the gist of it, Tyki was still plenty confused. Space ships? Aliens? What the hell. What kinda country had to shoot at immigrants? Better still; what country WOULD just shoot at immigrants? ...He was probably thinking too much into this. A game was a game, and the story probably made sense. And even if it didn’t, then the point of it was probably to have fun? Geez, he really needed to figure this shit out before he made a fool of himself like this.
Uh. And then the old guy was offering to let him play the game, which was awfully generous of him. Tyki had to admit; he was tempted to take him up on the offer, too. It was just a question of how he’d play it. He saw those buttons and everything, but what did they do? Anyone else going into the game probably knew what the did, but Tyki? He was still floored by the moving pictures that video games could create, let alone the fact that you could interact with ‘em.
...eh, the old guy probably wouldn’t give him a hard time if he asked for an explanation. If the guy was willing to share his game, then surely he could explain which button did what?
“Sure, that’d be great! I, uh, don’t expect to do so well, since we didn’t have any of those games back where I’m from. But hell, it looks interesting, so I may as well learn how to play them.” Of course, if he ever wound up back home after getting hooked on playing these games, he might get a little depressed. Normally, he’d ask the Earl to rig up something similar for him, but uh…
...yeah. He wasn’t well enough to do something like that. Mmph. Anyway...time to focus on something that wasn’t depressing. “Which buttons would I press to play the game?” He was gonna be so bad at this, but it’d probably be funny. If not for him, then for the old guy.
|SAMUEL T. OWEN||
Posted: Feb 17 2017, 12:26 PM
Satou gave a good-natured little smile and a shake of his head as the fellow spoke up. ”No. It’s quite alright, really, I don’t much mind.” A kindly little smile crinkled on his face, though it was not a pleasantly happy smile for the reasons that the man most likely presumed. Simply put, he had found a new game. A more interesting game than the one held in his hand, than the game on his device. This game was called Who Is That Man? It was a game in which Satou picked apart the brain of his current conversation partner. If he was interesting, then perhaps he would leave him be. If he was useful, then perhaps business discussions might come about. If he was useless and bland in every way then….Satou had other ways to make use of such folks. Nobodies that would not be missed tended to be prime targets. He was in low supply of kidneys, he was sure this gentleman had rather good-condition organs for harvest.
He could tell that his description of the game didn’t seem to be doing the man in front of him much good. Not much good at all. He looked fretfully lost, the poor thing. The first thought was that most likely he wasn’t a gamer. And now, that was simply tragic. Video games had this very sad stigma surrounding them - “they’re for kids” seemed to be a popular sentiment. Really, that was quite silly; they could be enjoyed by all ages perfectly well. The poor man probably hadn’t the slightest clue what he was talking about. That was far too sad. Poor fellow seemed to be just as lost when he offered his game for a spin.
Really didn’t get out much, this one. Strike one against him. Homebodies weren’t much good for war games.
Satou waved his hand dismissively a second time. ”You don’t strike me as someone who plays these games very much. I expect you to fail if I’m being honest.” He gave a crinkly, cheeky little smile. But, ah, he’d revealed something interesting. Video games didn’t exist where he was from. Interesting and….tragic, really. He held up the little device, glancing sidelong at the gent as he indicated each button and the little stick. ”This here, this stick, that’s what’ll move you side to side across the screen. And up and down, but it’s usually better to stick lower down. The little A button there, that’s your shooter. The B button gives you a nice explosive boost and destroys everything on the screen, but you only get it when the bar on the top right fills up. And that only fills up once you’ve destroyed enough enemies. Think you’ve got a handle on it?”
Test number two, adaptability. Could he manage with a very quick, brief explanation? How would he adapt to something completely foreign and new?