Hello, you've reached Kazuhiko Amamiya. I am unable to come to the phone right now, but if you leave you leave a brief message, someone will get back to you.
[His hands are shaking but he picks up the NV, opens it. He needs to tell someone. He needs to tell someone. He needs someone to know so that he can be told what to do. The first thought that comes to mind is a destructive one. Destructive and violent and vicious and --]
They took him. They took Urick. They took Liquid. Alois. Allen. They took ... they took my friends...
[He's pretty surprised to be getting an NV call from the guy in the other room. Should be used to this by now. He picks up, unable to speak before the words ramble off into his ear. He leans his head back on the couch, letting it continue. He'd seen the clips on the TV, he'd recognized Allen and Liquid, but he'd thought at least the super soldier could get himself out. So he hadn't been concerned.]
Hey. [A long pause. To see if he's caught the man's attention. His voice is soft, something of a sigh. But there's a smirk on his face, like always.] Hey.
[All of them are gone. He shakes his head a little. That is not what he thinks. He has to find them. He has to punish them. He has to cut them into tiny pieces. His job as a lieutenant. That little bit of stability is feeling very weak to him as he shakes his head.
It is so unfortunate that his voice cannot change from sounding calm and cheerful. But there is a strain heard behind the words now -- making his cheer sound more fake than usual.]
[His smirk fades away. The fake has always been noticeable, but just enough that it could or couldn't be there. But now, yeah, he can hear it. It reminds him of how C used to talk when she was referring to someone chiding her about Kimihiko. There's a soft sigh.
It's been a while since he actually helped someone with something.] You can save them. I'll help if ya want.
[The door cracks open as he peeks through. Instead of the usual light that shines through the bedroom, its filled with the same blackness as when Liquid had visited. He does not know what to do. Urick does not want him to hunt him down, but this seems like an emergency.
Will he still mind? Will he mind? He'll mind, won't he? He won't want him to come and will hate him for hunting him down, but all his friends...
But saving them sounds lovely. It sounds like something that he should do. He hums softly.] You'll help me? You really will, my dearest friend? Even if it means killing everyone present? [He wonders if that will bother Shinji in the sense that it may upset Kazuhiko more than he already seems to be.]
[Shinji's head tilts back when he hears the voice more outside of the NV. Slowly, he stands, and comes to stand before the door. Slowly, he reaches out a hand, palm up. An offering, though of what doesn't really matter. Assistance, comfort, leadership, whatever the man wants to take it as.
His smile cracks again at the thought of murder.] Course I'll help you. [A simple answer. Kazuhiko doesn't matter, and he's been quite regardless.]
[His hand reaches out for the offered hand, taking it. Yes, this will help him to remain sane when the bloodletting beings. When all the red begins to fall. To remind him that the ground beneath him is solid rather than weak and crumbling.
Stepping out after a time, not letting go of the hand. Just like when he walked with Shinji and Liquid. Now his other hand feels lonely, missing the warm that was there as they walked and laughed with each other.]
[Shinji curls his fingers around the hand given to him. Again, something he's gotten used to in the time he's lived here. He glances up with a smirk as he gives a short nod.
He can already feel his skin prickling with murderous intent. Yes, even if there weren't friends there to be saved, he would gladly tagged along.]
Get me your gun, all of your ammunition, and I'll grab my favorite kitchen knife. We'll make'm pay for fuckin' with our friends.
[His smile brightens considerably as he tugs Shinji along with him at first, before letting him go as he remembers that his friend needs to get his own weapon.
Yaha locates where he keeps the firearm issued to him, once more handing it over to him. The various boxes of ammunition that look just pretty in the drawer even if he does not understand the reason of having them. There is a pause as he goes to grab a small bag to toss the boxes into it.
His hands claps together. No, he's not feeling any saner, any happier. Only feel such when Urick is safe. When all his friends are safe. When he can wrap his arms around their bodies and still feel their beating heart against his own.]
[Sane's not the thing to feel, not now. Probably most of the city doesn't really feel sane at the moment, especially if their friends have been taken too. The entire night would be full of insanity, and Shinji would have clapped his hands in the same way that Yaha did so often if he wasn't so busy loading up the gun.
He takes the magazines he can, shoving them into every pocket of the loose, comfortable cargo pants he'd been lounging around the house in. His jacket's pulled on over his tank top, and those pockets are filled up too. The gun's shoved into his waist band, as he grabs the large serrated knife of his choice from the knife block. He's got his pocket knife too, in one of his many pockets.
He's ready pretty quick, sliding the knife into one of the pockets lower on his leg before holding out his hand again.]
[He turns his head toward the bedroom -- his children filtering out in the full horde. Enough to fill the large living room, but careful not to crowd too much around Shinji.
Pick axes and saws resting over their shoulders as they smile brightly. He reaches to the nearest one to lightly pat it on the head, thanking them all for coming to help him. But he knows that they are coming for the bloodshed.
He would laugh if he could, but can't bring himself to do so. Instead, he limps over to Shinji to take his hand. No, his limp is not yet healed. Slightly better than what it was. Less dragging his heel across the floor and more like he simply has little strength in his legs.
Tightening his hold, he smiles -- finally.]
I'm sure everyone is going to thank us. I'll be sure they thank you most of all, though.
[Again, a strange thing that somehow, he's gotten used to. But he has never seen the little fiends in this number before. Yaha's serious, that much is apparent. And it only makes Shinji's smile tip into something broader. Oh, this would make Christmas look like a light summer drizzle. As if he himself is one of the eager children, he looks back at Yaha approaching with delight.
When his hand is taken, he squeezes it, maybe a little too hard. Really, it's hard to stop the excitement. Shinji's been watching the slow, steady healing of Yaha's limp, and he briefly wonders if it'll ever go away. Not that that matters. Heading for the door, Shinji chuckles briefly, tipping his head back to look at the blonde.]
You're gonna be the hero, Yaha, not me. I'm just the sidekick. [Oddly, how he prefers. To have someone else at the forefront, edged on by his ideas.]
[It is good that his hand is taken. It is good that he can feel himself have that sort of support, because he does not know how far he will go to make these people be punished. His job may be lost to him, but so long as no harm comes to Urick, to Liquid, to all of his friends -- he can't really bring himself to care. Not one little bit.
His gaze has fixated on the ceiling before returning to Shinji and smiling bright -- it's strained as before but instead of the sorrow that it hid, it hides the rage.]
Off we go. [And tugs him along to search for their dear friends.]
They took him. They took Urick. They took Liquid. Alois. Allen. They took ... they took my friends...
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Hey. [A long pause. To see if he's caught the man's attention. His voice is soft, something of a sigh. But there's a smirk on his face, like always.] Hey.
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It is so unfortunate that his voice cannot change from sounding calm and cheerful. But there is a strain heard behind the words now -- making his cheer sound more fake than usual.]
What should I do, Shinji?
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It's been a while since he actually helped someone with something.] You can save them. I'll help if ya want.
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Will he still mind? Will he mind? He'll mind, won't he? He won't want him to come and will hate him for hunting him down, but all his friends...
But saving them sounds lovely. It sounds like something that he should do. He hums softly.] You'll help me? You really will, my dearest friend? Even if it means killing everyone present? [He wonders if that will bother Shinji in the sense that it may upset Kazuhiko more than he already seems to be.]
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His smile cracks again at the thought of murder.] Course I'll help you. [A simple answer. Kazuhiko doesn't matter, and he's been quite regardless.]
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Stepping out after a time, not letting go of the hand. Just like when he walked with Shinji and Liquid. Now his other hand feels lonely, missing the warm that was there as they walked and laughed with each other.]
Let's go and find our friends, Shinji.
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He can already feel his skin prickling with murderous intent. Yes, even if there weren't friends there to be saved, he would gladly tagged along.]
Get me your gun, all of your ammunition, and I'll grab my favorite kitchen knife. We'll make'm pay for fuckin' with our friends.
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Yaha locates where he keeps the firearm issued to him, once more handing it over to him. The various boxes of ammunition that look just pretty in the drawer even if he does not understand the reason of having them. There is a pause as he goes to grab a small bag to toss the boxes into it.
His hands claps together. No, he's not feeling any saner, any happier. Only feel such when Urick is safe. When all his friends are safe. When he can wrap his arms around their bodies and still feel their beating heart against his own.]
Yes. It's time to save them all.
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He takes the magazines he can, shoving them into every pocket of the loose, comfortable cargo pants he'd been lounging around the house in. His jacket's pulled on over his tank top, and those pockets are filled up too. The gun's shoved into his waist band, as he grabs the large serrated knife of his choice from the knife block. He's got his pocket knife too, in one of his many pockets.
He's ready pretty quick, sliding the knife into one of the pockets lower on his leg before holding out his hand again.]
They'll appreciate it.
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Pick axes and saws resting over their shoulders as they smile brightly. He reaches to the nearest one to lightly pat it on the head, thanking them all for coming to help him. But he knows that they are coming for the bloodshed.
He would laugh if he could, but can't bring himself to do so. Instead, he limps over to Shinji to take his hand. No, his limp is not yet healed. Slightly better than what it was. Less dragging his heel across the floor and more like he simply has little strength in his legs.
Tightening his hold, he smiles -- finally.]
I'm sure everyone is going to thank us. I'll be sure they thank you most of all, though.
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When his hand is taken, he squeezes it, maybe a little too hard. Really, it's hard to stop the excitement. Shinji's been watching the slow, steady healing of Yaha's limp, and he briefly wonders if it'll ever go away. Not that that matters. Heading for the door, Shinji chuckles briefly, tipping his head back to look at the blonde.]
You're gonna be the hero, Yaha, not me. I'm just the sidekick. [Oddly, how he prefers. To have someone else at the forefront, edged on by his ideas.]
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His gaze has fixated on the ceiling before returning to Shinji and smiling bright -- it's strained as before but instead of the sorrow that it hid, it hides the rage.]
Off we go. [And tugs him along to search for their dear friends.]
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