[Action]calm_emeraldSeptember 21 2011, 03:03:39 UTC
[asklhgsaj this large animal talked again!]
Uh...! [He comes a little closer. What to do, what to do. His hands rest on the rim of the trash can but then...What if this thing wasn't friendly either? He could just...pretend he never saw her. Yea, that's a good idea maybe he could just keep going. Sadly, just removing his hands were enough to cause a chain reaction. The trash can was tipping. And now he's mortified, and now he tries to stop the trash can from falling over, and now he's flailing as he was too late.]
[Action]planetcrusherSeptember 21 2011, 03:15:00 UTC
[I'm sorry?]
Huh?
[-- oh, she's falling.
And when the trash can crashes, the lid falls and Makoto comes rolling out. She stops mid-roll, seated upright on the ground with knees tucked toward her chest and arms around her legs. She lifts her head to stare at the limp trash can.]
[Action] 1/2planetcrusherSeptember 21 2011, 03:36:53 UTC
[Oh, yes, someone had helped her out with escaping that blasted container, hadn't he? She rises and turns to the only person within close proximity. He should be the one responsible.]
You're the one who got me out, right? I appreciate the help . . .
[Action]planetcrusherSeptember 22 2011, 04:17:42 UTC
[She promptly clamps her mouth shut and scrutinizes "Kazuma" under her gaze, not moving. He knows who she's talking about, looks like him, and yet claims to not be him? What is she supposed to think about that?
[Action]planetcrusherSeptember 22 2011, 04:31:08 UTC
[ . . . that just ruined the mood. On a normal occasion, she would've laughed or something. But she can't do that here. Not now. That face is tying her down.]
Are you really not him?
[Or is this supposed to be some sort of mean and sick joke? She's already very wary.]
[Action]calm_emeraldSeptember 22 2011, 04:54:23 UTC
[...Screw this place. And screw everyone in it]
You don't even believe who I am and you're asking me to explain what's going on? I can't forge this thing. [He shows her his journal, his name showing on it.]
You have one too, it should have your name on it. It's your way of communicating here.
[Action]planetcrusherSeptember 22 2011, 05:41:17 UTC
[Ugh, Kazuma, she was ready to drop the subject for later. Makoto sets aside explaining her reason in favor of examining the journal, recalling that she'd bumped her head against some book in the trash can. She reads the label.]
Kazuma . . .
That book's a means of communication around these parts? That doesn't make much sense.
[Action]calm_emeraldSeptember 22 2011, 05:46:48 UTC
[He'll just open the book to a random page.]
Do you hear that? [There should be voices coming from the book now that it was open.] I don't understand how it works, but you can talk to people through this book and send messages this way.
.... [He is very unsure right now. After that whole incident with that cat...]
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[The trash can rocks once. It's cramped and Makoto wants out, that had better not be trash she's curled up in.]
Anyone out there?
[Spare her some dignity and say no.]
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Uh...! [He comes a little closer. What to do, what to do. His hands rest on the rim of the trash can but then...What if this thing wasn't friendly either? He could just...pretend he never saw her. Yea, that's a good idea maybe he could just keep going. Sadly, just removing his hands were enough to cause a chain reaction. The trash can was tipping. And now he's mortified, and now he tries to stop the trash can from falling over, and now he's flailing as he was too late.]
Ah! I'm sorry!
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Huh?
[-- oh, she's falling.
And when the trash can crashes, the lid falls and Makoto comes rolling out. She stops mid-roll, seated upright on the ground with knees tucked toward her chest and arms around her legs. She lifts her head to stare at the limp trash can.]
Well, that turned out pretty okay.
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You're the one who got me out, right? I appreciate the help . . .
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. . . Captain]
Hazama?
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My name is Kazuma. Captain Hazama isn't here. [He takes a step back, giving her space.] I didn't really do much anyway.
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She needs to figure out where he's coming from.]
What do you mean by that?
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[...He doesn't think you were talking about the other part.]
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Are you really not him?
[Or is this supposed to be some sort of mean and sick joke? She's already very wary.]
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S-Sorry. I have identification on me, if you still don't believe me.
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Identification that could have easily been forged?
[Stop, stop. Besides the face, there hasn't been any reason to antagonize the guy yet.
Sorry, but as much as I want to take your word for it, I can't afford to risk it all.
Then, airily with a hint of a sigh and running a hand through her disheveled hair:] Could you explain the situation? Something brief will even do.
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You don't even believe who I am and you're asking me to explain what's going on? I can't forge this thing. [He shows her his journal, his name showing on it.]
You have one too, it should have your name on it. It's your way of communicating here.
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Kazuma . . .
That book's a means of communication around these parts? That doesn't make much sense.
[Because it's, well, a book.]
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Do you hear that? [There should be voices coming from the book now that it was open.] I don't understand how it works, but you can talk to people through this book and send messages this way.
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