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All right, then, I'll go fix it.

EDIT: Problem solved.
Mako Moritomi//Game Over Arcade

Saturday, July 4, 2015


==~==

Mako tried to force himself to ignore the faint blush that had risen on his cheeks, and tried to resist the urge to fruitlessly try and straighten his unruly hair out more than it already was. He failed on both counts. He glanced again at his phone, and realized it was stupid- he'd get here when he got here, and no amount of fussing over it would change that.

...Goddammit, he thought, irritated at himself, checking his phone's screen. The same two-step conversation was there, just as it had been since he'd gotten out of school.

Hey, Sato. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out at the arcade after school with me? Sato had promptly sent his response in the affirmative, and so here he was, waiting nervously, constantly pondering whether or not to wordlessly say, "Screw this," and take off running. And then mentally slapping himself for such a stupid idea. Unbidden, a thought came to his head, something his Shadow, of all things, had said to him.

You ran away and you threw yourself into whatever fake life you could come up with in an attempt to get away from me!

Mako winced internally. It was true, he had a tendency to overcompensate. He was definitely a lot more sedate now that that whole tragedy was over and done with, where his insecurities were concerned. But just because he knew his insecurities were there, didn't mean they were automatically fixed. Mako sighed, and focused on the here and now, rather than his jumbled-up past. Particularly, where his feelings lay in relation to his senpai.

There was something about Sato that made him feel at ease- what started out as a bizarre fascination for no reason was turning into... something else entirely, even if he wasn't exactly sure what. He certainly wouldn't mind finding out. And that, ultimately, was the crux of what he was doing here at the arcade, waiting for someone to show up for something that might ostensibly be called a date, if one squinted at it hard enough.

Sato Hashimoto and whatever strange feelings he was developing for the upperclassman was one of the only interests he'd developed that he could honestly call... well, honest, in a long time, even if he'd started out trying to force them down and ignore them. And in the interest of never falling victim to his folly of falsehood, such as before, he had to be willing to ignore his own embarrassment and awkwardness and see where these new emotions led.

Hopefully, Sato enjoyed his company enough that he would be willing to let him do so. Lord only knew how frustrating it would be to have these feelings and not be able to act. He turned again toward the street as he waited just inside the arcade's entrance, hoping to catch a glimpse of his senpai.

...Perhaps I ought to stop being so goddamn early for everything.
@Tachi Hmm... I really ought to fix that, then...
@Lost Cause Sam is a super nerd. He'd probably notice. Regardless, I can change it if it doesn't make sense.
How advanced is firearms technology? Musket-level, I would assume, maybe wheel-lock if they're really dedicated to this whole "shoot things" business.
@Tachi The Fourze character.
@BrassOtter Yep. Sounds about how my coming-out went. Being called godless and whatever. Nowadays they all just try to set me up with Mormon girls in an attempt to make me see the light in their vaginas or whatever. I dunno, it's pretty stupid.

Anyway, congrats on your coming out, and also your status of not-being-dead. Go play some Overwatch, friend, you've earned it.
Samuel blinked in confusion, still pondering whether or not he'd had a psychotic break. Because what this Gold weirdo was saying was... well, insane. Psychotic. Nonsensical in every possible meaning of the word. It simply could not be.

"God. You're... you're a god. And... some other god..." He pondered for a second more.

"Hold the phone. If you're a God, and this 'Moonchild,'" (to Samuel's credit, he managed to keep a straight face while naming said Silver God, if indeed he was) "is a god, then what the hell did you loan him? Other suckers like us? Favors? It can't be money, but if it is, why worry about it? You are a GOD. You can just... make money out of thin air, can you not? And if that's the case, why are we here, anyway?" Samuel was looking pretty manic by the end of this, but he kept going, unable to keep the rage and panic from clawing its way out of his throat.

"Like, really? As appreciative of my new physique that I am, I didn't ask for this. I didn't sign up for anything like this! What I did sign up for was really shitty-looking crossover fic on roleplayerguild.com in a fit of masochistic pique. I didn't think I was actually going to go gallivanting off across the multiverse as a very well-built Knight! I have a life- I have entrance exams for colleges. I'm getting married in six weeks. Up until this happened, my biggest concern today was what I was making for dinner! This cannot happen- I cannot do this, for the same reason that me and Robot Girl over there cannot be video game characters," he said, pointing over to some silver-haired girl from BlazBlue, "that," (pointing at where the velociraptor-humanoid had gone) "was not a sentient raptor-man, and you cannot possibly be a god.

"This is all pretend. Make-believe. Fantasy. None of it is real,"
he said, glaring. "Up until today, all of this was some sort of fiction to me. A video game, a TV show, an anime, a manga, or a book, it didn't matter. All of this just didn't happen, because it was the real world. So, please, let me go back to that- you seem to have a lot of people who actually ARE willing to buy into this delusion, good on you, but I have a life to get back to, and that life did not include being shanghaied by some silver hippie just to do your dirty work!!"

Samuel was slightly out of breath by the time he finished his tirade, and as he calmed down, he started to realize that, if Gold here and the unseen Silver were actually gods, it might not have been the wisest decision to insult the two of them. Still, he couldn't take it back, so he may as well power on through and see where it got him...
@Akayaofthemoon Real life comes first. Spend some time with your hubby.
@BrassOtter I shall send good vibes to you, my friend! Good luck!
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