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thekissoflife) wrote2016-10-12 10:39 pm
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empatheias
((Note that Fuuka doesn't yet have a bird to take written messages, so any threads here will initially be a private telepathic conversation between Fuuka and your character.))
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She's perfectly content to stay right here, soaking up his presence. It'd been weeks, but it had felt like so much longer. Shinjiro suddenly not being around was downright jarring. It was almost like he'd actually been sent home, and it shook Fuuka up a lot.
At his soft words, a small breath comes out of her, a smile on her face.]
I know that.
[She says it so easily, because there was never a question. The tone is light, almost playful, and you could almost imagine her adding "Silly" to the end of it. If that was an apology, Fuuka didn't need it, because she never blamed or felt betrayed by Shinjiro for one moment.]
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So he'll let his arms drop, stepping away completely and putting some distance between them - provided she'd even let him. Only so he could kneel down and rest his hands on either side of her shoulders, his expression serious and for all intents and purposes unwavering when he finally spoke.]
Then you know I'm not safe to be around anymore. There's nothing stopping Castor from acting out again, and what's worst is he's more unpredictable than before. [He can't stop the bitterness that seeps into his tone, but it's something he couldn't really help. His chats with Eikichi all but making it harder for him to not dislike his persona, especially after everything it's put him through.]
I don't want to see you getting hurt again, so you need to promise me that you're not going to interfere. No matter what happens.
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She blinks as Shinjiro kneels down and takes her shoulders and begins to speak to her earnestly. The smile falls away from her face and she listens to her senpai. At the end she frowns, and she understands why he's trying to get her to promise this. So she calmly raises her hands and mimics the gesture of putting her hands on Shinjiro's shoulders.]
I can't do that. [Her gaze is apologetic. She knows that Shinjiro doesn't want her hurt. She doesn't want to be hurt either. But she also doesn't want Shinjiro to be hurt. She could never just stand there while her friends are in pain, in danger, if she could do something about it.]
I'm sorry. But I can't. [She shakes her head.] However, I don't want what happened to happen again, either. I don't want to be a martyr. I want the both of us to come out as unscathed as possible.
[She looks into Shinjiro's eyes.] So, I'm having people teach me how to protect myself. Prompto is going to teach me how to use a gun, and Jade-san is going to help me with Dunamis. And I got books from the library already, actually, about the inner workings of guns. So... that hopefully I can eventually make a gun that's right for me. Something that can protect me, but is non-lethal.
[It's strange, talking about guns, about using guns. But she's gotten acclimated to the idea, because it's necessary. Because it will protect her, it will protect Shinjiro and all of her friends. Hopefully, she would never have to use it.
She looks at Shinjiro, fierce determination in her eyes.]
Next time something happens, I'll be ready.
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And yet... he knew what her answer would be before she even opened her mouth.
There's a crease in the center of his forehead as his eyebrows knitted together, hidden under that mess of unkempt hair. He knew, but expecting it and hearing it were two different things and he couldn't stop that tiny bit of annoyance that was reflected back at her.]
Fuuka -- [Shinjiro cuts himself off, when realizing she wasn't done, but the tone he took made it obvious he wasn't about to back down, in fact it had been on the verge of nearly pleading with her. The last thing he wanted was to go through any of that again, wasn't even sure if he should be here now - but he conceded that keeping away wasn't about to solve this problem either.
However, he wasn't confident that her learning how to protect herself was a viable solution. It was necessary, yes, but gunfire - nonlethal gunfire, would not do much against a persona like his own. Knowing she was this determined, though, made it where he couldn't help but feel a small sense of pride that mingled with the conflicting feeling of knowing that he'd been the cause of it to start with.
If it hadn't been for him, she wouldn't have needed to - but would that have been better in a place like this? It wasn't like the dangers here were very predictable to start with, without his persona throwing itself into the mix, but they never had a reason to let her fight before. It's why they always kept her safely away from enemies because she was an important member to their team. The one that kept all of them together when they got separated, and though he understood she wasn't planning on throwing herself actively into battle, the idea of her being close to it was somewhat unnerving.
Finally, once he was certain she had nothing left to say, he'll make a point to drop his hands down to his sides. His mouth pressed together in a tight frown as he tilted his head forwards to stare at the spa's pathway.]
And what if you're not, huh? What if it happens tomorrow? Or the day after? Or next fuckin' week? You gonna be ready then?
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I doubt that it will, however... [She puffs gently as she looks away.] Shinjiro, I can't just... stand there and watch. Think about it. If you were in my position, would you really be able to do the same?
[She knows he wouldn't. Even if he were utterly helpless, even if all he could do was be a distraction, that was better than standing there, helpless, while his friend was hurt, or killed.
She takes a deep breath, reaches out and gently tugs on his sleeve before she walks over and takes a seat at one of the tables of the cafe, folding her arms upon the surface.]
If either of us get worried, we can call on Eikichi-kun. And if Castor is summoned again before he's able to come... [It's a hard question. But Fuuka can't do nothing, no matter how much Shinji wants her to.] ... I don't know that there would be much either of us could do. I suppose all we could do is run.
[She then looks at Shinjiro.] I think it would be better to focus on being preventative though, instead of coming up with a worst-case scenario plan. After all, it's only happened once in the three months that you've been here. So, the question is, what triggered his summoning? Something must have changed a few weeks ago. So what was it?
a million years later.
[No. No, he wouldn't, but it didn't make it any less frustrating to hear. Trying to argue against that point wouldn't do any good, either, because he didn't want to needlessly make her upset about technicalities. After all, he was supposed to throw himself head first into danger to protect those around him, wasn't like he hadn't done it countless times before while running through Tartarus, but hearing Fuuka say much of the same was not something that settled well with him.
And yet, he wouldn't have expected anything less. Probably why he knew no matter what he said, it still wouldn't of changed her mind.
A thought that continued to linger when he felt that tug on his coat, steel-grey eyes drawing themselves up from the pavement to stare up at her. A flicker of a question, until he saw her move towards the tables and was wordlessly getting up from the ground to follow her. Slowly, and lagging behind a good few seconds, but eventually he'll move to settle in the chair across from where the young girl sat.
A part of him still wanting to keep a bit of a distance, but more for his own comfort than anything else at the moment.]
Relying on Eikichi might be the only choice we have. Trying to outrun Castor won't work for me, at least not for very long. [The last part was spoke softly, but he was more willing to figure out some kind of solution that didn't involve either of them getting hurt. He was more adamant about making sure it wasn't Fuuka, of course, if such an incident were to happen again, but if there was a way to keep the two of them safe than he wasn't about to shoot her down.
But her next few questions gets him to fall quiet again. Attention turning towards the table between them, because he'd been trying to figure that out himself, and had a sinking feeling he already knew the answers to it. If only partly.
He just wasn't sure if this was something that he wanted to tell Fuuka about. Which is why there's a hesitation in the way his eyes darted from her to the table once again.]
Must of started around the time I was having trouble sleeping. Though I don't see how that would trigger Castor to act out, there was no warnings until...
[Shinji didn't think he had to say it, so he simply stopped there.]
a small pathetic tag
Her eyes draw up to her senpai when he starts to explain his suspicions, and something about his expression told her that he had an idea, if he was maybe reluctant to share it for whatever reason.
No warnings until it had happened, of course. Fuuka is quiet, gaze on the table, before it lifts to Shinjiro again.]
...is that all?
[You look like you still have more on your mind, Shinjiro. Tell her. They need to work through this together.]
lies and slander. it's a cute and glorious tag. :>
He knew if he just kept quiet, nothing would get solved, but he didn't think explaining the events leading up to Castor's outburst in detail would really help the situation either. If anything he was confident she'd only worry more, and it's a thought that keeps him silent for a long moment. The hands currently resting over the table's surface curling into loose fists as he focused attention down towards them, before he eventually gives in with a tired sigh.]
No. [He'll shift back against his chair, finally turning his eyes up to Fuuka once more.] How much do you know about the side effects of suppressors?
man i don't remember this game junk..... oh well
He finally gives a no, and Fuuka frowns gently, brow furrowing slightly. Isn't Castor's attack all the more reason not to withhold information from each other? She frowns, but then Shinjiro's already moving the conversation along.
A little sigh as she takes the cup of tea and sips at it, shaking her head afterward slightly.]
It's been awhile... I don't fully recall them. [...maybe she would try again in a bit.]