⌘ Dream ⌘ [o1]
Warnings: RATED M FOR MANLY Me probably failing at writing for Bang.
Effects: Optional: Someone screaming at the top of their lungs right next to you. Earache, in other words.
Privacy: Public ♥
The world opened itself up slowly, still a bit spinning. He was staring at a... a man? He was huge, too. ... He looked ridiculous, honestly, was all Carl could think, and yet this guy had... saved him? He passed out, didn't he? When he realized that, Carl managed to stand on his own. He felt woozy, and only barely remained standing.
"A-Ada?! Where's my sister?" He was beginning to really worry. Panic churned at his stomach, he swallowed.
"... Big sister? Oh, that doll that was near you? Do you mean that?" Not again... everyone always called her a doll. Ada wasn't a doll. She was his sister. When he heard her speak, he heard her warm, gentle voice, telling him not to rush himself, to always be careful, and how much she loved him. That it would be alright. That was a HUMAN, a person, not a doll! ... But he was too tired to argue. He was just worried as to where she was when he got no response.
"Don't worry, I brought her with me as well." He set his sister down behind him, and Carl clung to her, finding solace in her cold arms. She checked him, mentioning that she had told him so, jokingly, her voice warm as always. Always about pushing himself too hard, she said. He did it too much.
"O-oh, thank you very much.." Relief flooded him. Ada was okay. She was still worried about him, but she was okay. He'd really messed up. But hearing her forgive him... well, that calmed him down a good deal. He was tired.
"Why do you push yourself? A man must always work his hardest, but it seems you have overworked!"
"I know I look young, b-but I'm a vigilante, sir." And that was when Bang's eyes lit up. He got a look. That man across him had a blazing fire in his soul.
"WHAT A COINCIDENCE! I, too, am a vigilante!" His yelling was loud enough to make Carl's head ache. "Now it all makes sense! You just became a vigilante and you have no idea how to get around this fair city, and you collapsed!" He tried to say that wasn't exactly it, but the man shouted over him.
"As your senior and mentor, or, better yet, a big brother, I... BANG SHISHIGAMI, warrior of justice and love, am more than happy to help you out! SAY NO MORE! Now that you are feeling better... LET'S SEE WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF, YOUNG MAN!" There was the passion of a thousand suns in every word this man spoke to him. This man's vocal chords must have been made of an unnaturally loud substance if he didn't need a megaphone to be THAT loud. Carl really was not in the mood to fight. He was exhausted.
... But he won out in the end after the battle. And when he did, Bang went on and on, rambling and rambling about how he'd "given the boy that one" or something, and about fate... did it ever end?!
"THIS IS FATE! You should become my apprentice!" W-what?! No! He just wanted to be left alone, he had things to do. Carl tried to interject, but his words of protest fell on deaf (or stubborn) ears.
"DO NOT WORRY! YOU DO NOT NEED MONEY! You'll just have to follow me around! HAHAHAHA! Yes... this is indeed fate... working it's mysterious strings from behind the stage...!" O-oh god, there was no winning with this man... Carl looked toward his sister pleadingly, but she was just as confused. And Bang started pulling his arm, and he thought it might just rip off.
"A-ahh, stop, don't pull on me like that...!"
[ ... When Carl woke up, he nearly fell out of the sofa. A novel was on his chest, and he blearily rubbed his eyes, then his arm. He frowned, a small smile visible on his face. That guy... Mr. Bang. He remembered him vaguely, but this dream was almost like this... had happened to him, almost. He didn't remember it, and yet, it felt so real... ]
Ah... he's just being himself, huh, Sis...?
[ He shuts the Dreamberry off, returning to his novel, though wondering vaguely why his first dream here was about that guy. ]
Effects: Optional: Someone screaming at the top of their lungs right next to you. Earache, in other words.
Privacy: Public ♥
The world opened itself up slowly, still a bit spinning. He was staring at a... a man? He was huge, too. ... He looked ridiculous, honestly, was all Carl could think, and yet this guy had... saved him? He passed out, didn't he? When he realized that, Carl managed to stand on his own. He felt woozy, and only barely remained standing.
"A-Ada?! Where's my sister?" He was beginning to really worry. Panic churned at his stomach, he swallowed.
"... Big sister? Oh, that doll that was near you? Do you mean that?" Not again... everyone always called her a doll. Ada wasn't a doll. She was his sister. When he heard her speak, he heard her warm, gentle voice, telling him not to rush himself, to always be careful, and how much she loved him. That it would be alright. That was a HUMAN, a person, not a doll! ... But he was too tired to argue. He was just worried as to where she was when he got no response.
"Don't worry, I brought her with me as well." He set his sister down behind him, and Carl clung to her, finding solace in her cold arms. She checked him, mentioning that she had told him so, jokingly, her voice warm as always. Always about pushing himself too hard, she said. He did it too much.
"O-oh, thank you very much.." Relief flooded him. Ada was okay. She was still worried about him, but she was okay. He'd really messed up. But hearing her forgive him... well, that calmed him down a good deal. He was tired.
"Why do you push yourself? A man must always work his hardest, but it seems you have overworked!"
"I know I look young, b-but I'm a vigilante, sir." And that was when Bang's eyes lit up. He got a look. That man across him had a blazing fire in his soul.
"WHAT A COINCIDENCE! I, too, am a vigilante!" His yelling was loud enough to make Carl's head ache. "Now it all makes sense! You just became a vigilante and you have no idea how to get around this fair city, and you collapsed!" He tried to say that wasn't exactly it, but the man shouted over him.
"As your senior and mentor, or, better yet, a big brother, I... BANG SHISHIGAMI, warrior of justice and love, am more than happy to help you out! SAY NO MORE! Now that you are feeling better... LET'S SEE WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF, YOUNG MAN!" There was the passion of a thousand suns in every word this man spoke to him. This man's vocal chords must have been made of an unnaturally loud substance if he didn't need a megaphone to be THAT loud. Carl really was not in the mood to fight. He was exhausted.
... But he won out in the end after the battle. And when he did, Bang went on and on, rambling and rambling about how he'd "given the boy that one" or something, and about fate... did it ever end?!
"THIS IS FATE! You should become my apprentice!" W-what?! No! He just wanted to be left alone, he had things to do. Carl tried to interject, but his words of protest fell on deaf (or stubborn) ears.
"DO NOT WORRY! YOU DO NOT NEED MONEY! You'll just have to follow me around! HAHAHAHA! Yes... this is indeed fate... working it's mysterious strings from behind the stage...!" O-oh god, there was no winning with this man... Carl looked toward his sister pleadingly, but she was just as confused. And Bang started pulling his arm, and he thought it might just rip off.
"A-ahh, stop, don't pull on me like that...!"
[ ... When Carl woke up, he nearly fell out of the sofa. A novel was on his chest, and he blearily rubbed his eyes, then his arm. He frowned, a small smile visible on his face. That guy... Mr. Bang. He remembered him vaguely, but this dream was almost like this... had happened to him, almost. He didn't remember it, and yet, it felt so real... ]
Ah... he's just being himself, huh, Sis...?
[ He shuts the Dreamberry off, returning to his novel, though wondering vaguely why his first dream here was about that guy. ]