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Who: Irie Shouichi | sfortunato & Eve | guanosine
What: A little (much-needed) company.
Where: Generic Busted Apartment #51
When: not long after the recent event begins.
The last few months had been difficult, to say the very least.
While incident after incident occurred within this barrier that possessed a blatant disregard for logic and reason, Shouichi found himself unprepared and as maladjusted as ever. It didn't really make sense to him. Everyone else he watched, listened to and read about on his communicator always seemed much better at handling themselves than he did. He was an officer of the Millefiore, wasn't he? A Captain within one of the up and coming organizations in the Mafia?
So why was this so difficult?
The answer was actually pretty simple.
Nothing made sense. There was no reasoning. No way to prove these incidents with logic or through scientific fact. Shouichi had devoted so much of his life to finding reason through logic and every thing always had an answer.
Since he'd arrived in Nuadoria, he'd lost his talent for that.
He couldn't prove anything with science; logic; reason.
He'd never felt so useless.
It had been several weeks since he'd bothered to contact anyone. He didn't have anything to tell them -- he researched day in and day out with what materials he could find and what information he could sneak out of the library, but he still didn't have the slightest clue on how he could get home.
---
Shouichi had been walking back to his apartment when it hit him. Swift and merciless, like some thing had hijacked his equilibrium. He'd gotten a hold of himself just as he began to feel little rain drops pelt down. Except it didn't feel like rain.
And it didn't smell like rain.
It certainly didn't taste like -- well, that's when he definitely knew something was not right. Rather, he was officially worse off than he was on a normal day. His first instinct was to hide, but he thought it better to run back home. At this time, forming coherent thoughts was out of the question. home. home. home. home. home --
He'd arrived completely soaked and breathless.
Once calmed down, he dried himself off and checked his communicator.
It's alright.
Eve would come and see him soon. Before he could try to make any sense of this.
Until then, boiling a fresh pot of tea would be a decent enough distraction.
(Saving drinking water had been a wise idea, after all.)
What: A little (much-needed) company.
Where: Generic Busted Apartment #51
When: not long after the recent event begins.
The last few months had been difficult, to say the very least.
While incident after incident occurred within this barrier that possessed a blatant disregard for logic and reason, Shouichi found himself unprepared and as maladjusted as ever. It didn't really make sense to him. Everyone else he watched, listened to and read about on his communicator always seemed much better at handling themselves than he did. He was an officer of the Millefiore, wasn't he? A Captain within one of the up and coming organizations in the Mafia?
So why was this so difficult?
The answer was actually pretty simple.
Nothing made sense. There was no reasoning. No way to prove these incidents with logic or through scientific fact. Shouichi had devoted so much of his life to finding reason through logic and every thing always had an answer.
Since he'd arrived in Nuadoria, he'd lost his talent for that.
He couldn't prove anything with science; logic; reason.
He'd never felt so useless.
It had been several weeks since he'd bothered to contact anyone. He didn't have anything to tell them -- he researched day in and day out with what materials he could find and what information he could sneak out of the library, but he still didn't have the slightest clue on how he could get home.
---
Shouichi had been walking back to his apartment when it hit him. Swift and merciless, like some thing had hijacked his equilibrium. He'd gotten a hold of himself just as he began to feel little rain drops pelt down. Except it didn't feel like rain.
And it didn't smell like rain.
It certainly didn't taste like -- well, that's when he definitely knew something was not right. Rather, he was officially worse off than he was on a normal day. His first instinct was to hide, but he thought it better to run back home. At this time, forming coherent thoughts was out of the question. home. home. home. home. home --
He'd arrived completely soaked and breathless.
Once calmed down, he dried himself off and checked his communicator.
It's alright.
Eve would come and see him soon. Before he could try to make any sense of this.
Until then, boiling a fresh pot of tea would be a decent enough distraction.
(Saving drinking water had been a wise idea, after all.)