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PERMALINK // POSTED ON: 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.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: 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….”
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: 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.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: 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?
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Mar 24 2017, 02:29 AM
@SAMUEL T. OWEN
Tyki’s eyebrows darted up at the old guy’s sass, and as much as it threw him off to hear such a kindly looking old dude say such vicious things, the fact that it was so unexpected made it hilarious too. He snickered, and gave his head a little shake. Ouch. He’d be feeling THAT one for a while; nothing stung quite as much as the elderly telling you that you sucked before you’d even tried to do something. But hell, it wasn’t any different from the shit he got from his family back home, and as such, he was able to take the vicious teasing in stride. “Geez...well, at least I know that I’m not gonna be dashing any high expectations this way. That counts for something, I guess.” And hell, it was a pretty fair expectation to have. He’d have to memorize the controls and stuff before he was able to be any good at the game. Kinda like if he was just starting to learn how to fight; he’d be (and WAS) bad at it until he figured out how to carry himself, what to watch for in his opponents, and how to best deflect or dodge anything that was coming his way.
Video games were just a tad bit safer than that.
Speaking of video games, he was being given an explanation. Oh, uh. That was a lot. Okay. He focused on what the old guy was telling him, and looking at the various controls as they were pointed out. Thankfully, there weren’t that many controls to speak of (he’d seen some controllers that had WAY more buttons to push than this one), but even so, he figured he’d better learn by doing, as opposed to listening. Ahhh, okay. Stick thingy moved you around. Probably moved in the direction you moved the stick? Or, at least he’d hope so, otherwise it’d get a helluva lot more confusing when he actually played the game. The little a button...what. Okay, wait, that button had an A on it. So it wasn’t just some weird hiccup in the magic that translated everyone’s languages; when he’d said the little a button there, he’d meant the button that had the A on it. Uh. Shit. What had he said it’d done again? Er, he was already explaining the B button. Okay, it exploded things. But he could only explode things after he’d already exploded things? Presumably with the A button? What? He...
Okay. He was sure it’d make sense when he played the damn thing, and the more games he played, the more he’d be able to buy into this video game logic. Given enough time, he might even get a system for himself. Be a nice way to kill any extra time he had, if nothing else.
And if he really, really, REALLY sucked at this, he’d know before he wasted the money to buy a system. Seemed like a pretty sweet deal to him, either way.
“Yeah, as much as I will at this rate. Thanks for the explanation!” Okay, so that was a little bit of a lie, but it was also kinda the truth? There wasn’t anything wrong with the old guy’s explanation, it was just the fact that he still had to get used to the phrasing people used while they were talking about video games. So, the goal now was to familiarize himself with the controls, and if he got that down enough, to hopefully win a few of the games he was about to play.
...how were these games segmented again? WERE they segmented? Pft...he shoulda done a bit more research before he got involved in something like this.
But he didn’t really have that option now, and so when he was presented with the game, Tyki accepted it, and started to play it.
He settled on the bench next to the old guy, both so the old guy could watch, and so that Tyki could focus on the video game itself. It, uh...it did one thing, all right; it sure was distracting him from that nicotine craving.
Once he’d managed to get into the actual game itself, that was.
The first wave of enemy ships that had dived at him...that was frickin weird. Pretty stressful, too. He’d barely had time to figure out which ship was his and which was theirs before the little bastards were gunning for him, and...uh. Sorta ended with him dying a few times until he got the hang of it. Okay, okay. So the A button WAS to blow other stuff up by way of shooting at the enemy. Great, okay. He could handle that. He just needed to move the stupid clunky ship faster why did it move so slow sometimes to AVOID the enemy fire sent his way. Didn’t seem like there was an option that would make the ship move any faster, so he had to readjust how he handled the ships that bullrushed him.
And given how focused he was on just shooting the ships and dodging the few that dove his way, he forgot all about the B button until he accidentally pushed it, and wound up blasting a good number of the enemy ships with the powerup attack.
Oh. Well THAT would’ve been helpful for the past few dive bombing bastards. Right...and the old guy had said that you could only ever use that button when the top bar was filled up, right?
The Noah took a risk, and looked up to where the top bar was, only to look back to his ship in time to see it get obliterated. The screen was dominated by the large “GAME OVER,” text, prompting a snicker from Tyki now that it was finally over. Eh. At least he’d gotten through a few of the...er. What had they called them again? Stages? Yeah. He’d gotten through a few of those before he’d gotten that screen. But more importantly, he’d had fun, even if this first run had been utter garbage. “Well, looks like I just died.” He echoed the old guy’s earlier words before offering the system back to him. “Guess it’s your turn again.” Hopefully that hadn’t been too painful for the old guy to watch. Otherwise, Tyki would probably be getting an earful of the other’s sass once more.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: May 4 2017, 09:25 PM
Well this one at least seemed to take his words in stride. He seemed a well-humoured fellow. At least Satou wouldn’t be entirely bored - probably. Still, he smiled right back, a wrinkly, crinkly smile. ”That’s quite a bit of optimism, I think. Not a bad way to look at it.” Which was entirely true. He could have gotten angry or offended - but instead he chose to brush it off. That was a good sign. He didn’t mind a little bite. That alone gave him a little insight to his character; this was someone who could...hm, who wasn’t entirely thin-skinned, that was a good way to put it.
Now, though, it was time for the test. How would he handle being thrown into a completely alien situation, with very minimal explanation? It wasn’t something that most were comfortable with - but how would he handle it? So far he had proved himself to be….boring, with a little tolerance for snark. He had a very few points in his favour and...tolerance aside he wasn’t especially promising. For now, he just watched and enjoyed the weather. It was a nice day, all in all, and relaxing and people-watching felt like just the perfect way to spend his day. Of course - if he found a potential person of interest to join their little gang, that was lovely; if….he found someone boring, then perhaps he could find another way to put him to use. His other job perhaps.
It was always fun, this part of the game. Using something as simple as a handheld console as a measurement for potential recruits - it was something that the others were baffled by, but to him it made perfect sense; a video game was something that distracted the mind, and tended to draw forward a lot of raw emotions. People became immersed - they wanted to win. They made for a great judge of character, really. That and they were a great judge of stress where folks like this one came into question - folks who never played video games. A brand new, sudden situation threw stress into their faces quite nicely. Well...not nicely at all, but that was the point.
Seemed like he was one of those sorts who took a while to learn things. Learn by failure - that was...well, in the real world, most people only had the one life. He would be long dead by now. He was a little slow at it, too - he’d died a few times and even followed some of the same patterns as before. So he was a pattern guy. Not a bad thing, but unfortunately for the fellow, he couldn’t fathom a situation that needed someone like that. Not in their gang, not when they were going to wage war. They needed quick thinkers, spontaneity, not those who followed the same mistakes and learned slowly. No, that was no good at all.
Once he’d gotten the hang of it though, he was…….still pretty poor at the game. When the little GAME OVER message popped up, Satou clicked his tongue, giving a good-natured chuckle. ”You’re not very good at this game. But you did get a few levels in, that’s not bad for a beginner.” Actually it was pretty bad. Most people at least cleared to level eight. He took the game back and smiled. ”You have to ease the controls a little more. You were being a bit jerky with it, moving all the way to one side then the other. But I suppose that’s something you’ll learn, the more you play.” He set the game down for now, though, reaching out a hand. ”But I think that’s enough for now. I’ve not given you my name, have I? Please call me Owen. Samuel Owen. It’s quite been an interesting meeting, no?”