they told me i had hell to pay [OPEN]
Characters: Sanae Hanekoma OU (catfallen)
Type: open! come in and play~
Time: mid-morning
Place: Norte, not far from the National Laboratory
Rating: PG-13? I dunno I suck at ratings. I'll change it if things get too crazy.
Summary: He might not be reporting to anyone, but Mr. H still finds it helpful to get his thoughts in order.
Warnings/Notes: like pretty much ANYTHING involving Mr. Hanekoma, there will be crazy TWEWY spoilers.
And now Kariya was here. Joy and friggin' rapture.
Sanae was a master at playing the game--holding his cards close to his chest, never giving anyone quite enough information for them to figure it out on their own. But now, with people he'd written off--mostly a certain rogue Game Master in particular--there was some incriminating information floating around.
And if someone managed to get ahold of the right pieces, they might be able to put together the puzzle regarding what he was.
Though truth be told, Sanae wasn't too particularly worried about that bit. Sure, it was one hell of a violation against the rules of the Higher Plane, but there wasn't really anything he could do about it. It wouldn't look good when he finally went to trial, but... at this point, he wasn't sure if that was ever even going to happen. Why worry about something that might not even come to pass? And if it did, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
The thing that worried him the most was Neku. The kid had come so far--what would it do to him to know that the man who had helped and pushed him so much, who he had come to respect and trust, had actively helped his greatest enemies? Sometimes the big picture was harder to see when something so jarring was in your face.
But there was nothing to be done. If Neku found out, Neku found out. As little as Sanae worried about almost anything, the fact that it was causing concern showed how much it was bothering him, but... again, he'd have to cross that bridge when he came to it.
With so much he couldn't do anything about, Sanae's head was beginning to feel like a mess. He'd found a bench in Norte--it seemed as though he was less likely to be disrupted; at the most he'd get a fair bit of open staring. The morning was still cool, and his ankle was crossed over his knee, propping up a spiral bound notebook as he wrote. Sure, he didn't have to report in while he was in Crucen, but he'd been doing it for so long that the writing had just become a way to help him organize his thoughts. His pen flew, stray doodles interrupting the paragraphs.
Type: open! come in and play~
Time: mid-morning
Place: Norte, not far from the National Laboratory
Rating: PG-13? I dunno I suck at ratings. I'll change it if things get too crazy.
Summary: He might not be reporting to anyone, but Mr. H still finds it helpful to get his thoughts in order.
Warnings/Notes: like pretty much ANYTHING involving Mr. Hanekoma, there will be crazy TWEWY spoilers.
And now Kariya was here. Joy and friggin' rapture.
Sanae was a master at playing the game--holding his cards close to his chest, never giving anyone quite enough information for them to figure it out on their own. But now, with people he'd written off--mostly a certain rogue Game Master in particular--there was some incriminating information floating around.
And if someone managed to get ahold of the right pieces, they might be able to put together the puzzle regarding what he was.
Though truth be told, Sanae wasn't too particularly worried about that bit. Sure, it was one hell of a violation against the rules of the Higher Plane, but there wasn't really anything he could do about it. It wouldn't look good when he finally went to trial, but... at this point, he wasn't sure if that was ever even going to happen. Why worry about something that might not even come to pass? And if it did, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
The thing that worried him the most was Neku. The kid had come so far--what would it do to him to know that the man who had helped and pushed him so much, who he had come to respect and trust, had actively helped his greatest enemies? Sometimes the big picture was harder to see when something so jarring was in your face.
But there was nothing to be done. If Neku found out, Neku found out. As little as Sanae worried about almost anything, the fact that it was causing concern showed how much it was bothering him, but... again, he'd have to cross that bridge when he came to it.
With so much he couldn't do anything about, Sanae's head was beginning to feel like a mess. He'd found a bench in Norte--it seemed as though he was less likely to be disrupted; at the most he'd get a fair bit of open staring. The morning was still cool, and his ankle was crossed over his knee, propping up a spiral bound notebook as he wrote. Sure, he didn't have to report in while he was in Crucen, but he'd been doing it for so long that the writing had just become a way to help him organize his thoughts. His pen flew, stray doodles interrupting the paragraphs.