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At this point I'm not sure what Team Scrub is up to.
Probably going to eat frozen bentos or finally the church, someday.
Probably going to eat frozen bentos or finally the church, someday.
@WildChocobo
“I don’t care what you did, or what you were. I just don’t like feeling pain. Looking at you, looking at anyone, I can feel traces. I already know just by being around, just by looking, I don’t want to know more, I don’t want to see everything. Although when I think about it, there’s more than just whatever is around that bracelet. It makes me think of bad things, that and you, but you also have this like… glow around you that’s… really bright, it’s amazing in a way. You’re very bright with white. I’ve never seen anything like it before. You don’t feel… normal, as obvious as it is. But whatever.”
He came to a stop and took out his phone, letting out a “Tch” as the display lit up to show that its battery was dwindling. “Leaving that aside, I know people better than most others in a way. I see what’s happened, what they remember the most in terms of pain, and I feel it, I feel that pain, I see blurred memories of what happened when I touch them.
Pain, He was used to it by now, He could tolerate it, he still hated it, hated it deeply. The sensation of pain is bad enough, but it was something that was just a given, something he accepted. No, it was what came with the pain, the knowledge, the hardships that others had lurking and brewing under the surface that tormented them, whether they were ongoing or painted their existence as a past they could never forget.
When was the last time he could feel that he felt a pain that was his? Was there a difference at this point? He was just someone who felt it, there was no room for a person who received the pain of others to feel his own. It was already overwhelming as it was, if he felt more, if he felt his, if he could put his own name to it and paint himself with those scars himself…
Would it be something that breaks him? Or maybe the pain that one owned for themselves only was something small compared to the samples of dozens of others. Yes, whatever pain he felt was no doubt small, inconsequential and stupid in comparison. A single person could not weigh themselves against the world, against civilization or the masses. To care about his own pain and hardships if he had any seemed just like the course of a crybaby.
Yeah, whatever he would feel, if he felt anything deep like that would just be a droplet in an ocean.
The thought was frightening.
"...What did you do anyway?"
Toshi nodded along to Berserker's explanations of their situation and the rather, less than stellar standing that they had. A sigh came from him, along with a shrug. Well, it wasn't like he was told ahead of time about this. There's no point in studying for a test in a course that you didn't even know existed, you couldn't be held accountable for not knowing the answers. Still, he was in it now, so whether he knew or not, that'd come to bite him in the end.
“Ah, I see. So that’s how the relation works. So servants need masters to be around? This world? Do you come from another one or something?” He suddenly whipped his head up and with a wry grin snapped his thumb in an accentuated motion that led to him flinging out his index finger to point at him “Are you an alien or ghost or something?” He let out a bit of a giggle before returning to walking down the road.
“Well, so these other masters have things like me, right? Do you know what sort of things those tend to be? What are these masters called otherwise? Or are people with weird things called masters in general? Otherwise who organizes this thing anyway?” With a frown Toshi shoved his phone into Berserker’s face “If you had some number or rulebook, for contacting whoever was in charge of this thing this’d be a lot less confusing, or at least it’d feel a bit less nebulous. I don’t have a reason to not believe you but there’s nothing that really makes it feel like there’s a sense of joining some sort of secret conflict. There’s no whistle at the start of the race, no quest accepted jingle or anything like that.”
He pulled it away.
“Well, that’s how it is, I guess real life is rather quiet compared to sports events, classes, public events or games. I guess if we got nothing we can just go back. If you don’t want to eat on top of not needing to eat that makes it easier for me, but I got enough servings of frozen stuff back home to last us two for a bit.”
He pocketed the phone again and walked in silence for a time. His head lowered, his back hunched over and his gait became a bit more rigid, a bit tighter.
“Well, otherwise do we just wait for them to come to us? Or do we just wander around until they find us and challenge us to a duel like it’s a bunch of trainers with monsters running around? Ah, if that’s the case I should start carrying around my lunch money as something to give if we lose.” He let out a bit of a laugh that petered off into the night. “Well, don’t worry.” he said after taking a sharp, refreshing breath. Suddenly he seemed to relax, even coming to have a smile. “If I’m doing this weird thing, I’ll be doing it to win, don’t worry, Berserker. I’m serious.”
@WildChocobo
He shook his head. "I only see the pain of things that are alive, but I see other things with objects as well. It's rare, but things here and there are noticeable, those things aren't really a bother, the only thing I have a problem with is the obvious. " The normal and the supernatural visible, huh? Perhaps there was merit to the idea of such. But what then was the explanation of his eyes specifically? They were related but surely the stories would have described this vital aspect that plagued him most of all? "On top of that it isn't just sight. If I touch what I see it seems to bring that pain to both me and that person. I see things, glimpses and flashes, context as to how that pain originated. It's not fun, so don't take it personally if I say I don't want to touch you, or give you a hug." He spread his arms wide before opening and closing them a few times like a rigid, robotic crabtoy. "It's better for both of us that way." A quick glimpse of his phone followed after the display and the time stated on it in turn brought him to look out towards the city outside. His hands stuffed themselves in his pants pockets, a pair of simple slacks that were a big baggy as though trying to intentionally make it hard to define the shape of his legs through them.
"Tch... Alright." he spoke before making his way out of the Ghost House, pocketing his phone as he came out into the outside world that was faintly illuminated by the moon. "Hey, Berserker. What are you anyway? You're a servant, right? Also where should we be going anyway?"
Without any input he simply began to retrace his path, deciding to wait for Berserker's guidance while on the road. Even if it was hard to remember the road, or rather see it as the same he walked down earlier today, the presence of Berserker and his branding making him feel quite suddenly, and accutely, as though something were amiss in the war. Well, it was mentioned that it was a war, a competition after all. That meant there were others, like him, like Berserker. But just as equal in value an explanation was that it was just plain hard to see the road, especially as the city was covered in darkness.
"Also do you need to eat or something. We might have to plan out a budget or something in that case."
He shook his head. "I only see the pain of things that are alive, but I see other things with objects as well. It's rare, but things here and there are noticeable, those things aren't really a bother, the only thing I have a problem with is the obvious. " The normal and the supernatural visible, huh? Perhaps there was merit to the idea of such. But what then was the explanation of his eyes specifically? They were related but surely the stories would have described this vital aspect that plagued him most of all? "On top of that it isn't just sight. If I touch what I see it seems to bring that pain to both me and that person. I see things, glimpses and flashes, context as to how that pain originated. It's not fun, so don't take it personally if I say I don't want to touch you, or give you a hug." He spread his arms wide before opening and closing them a few times like a rigid, robotic crabtoy. "It's better for both of us that way." A quick glimpse of his phone followed after the display and the time stated on it in turn brought him to look out towards the city outside. His hands stuffed themselves in his pants pockets, a pair of simple slacks that were a big baggy as though trying to intentionally make it hard to define the shape of his legs through them.
"Tch... Alright." he spoke before making his way out of the Ghost House, pocketing his phone as he came out into the outside world that was faintly illuminated by the moon. "Hey, Berserker. What are you anyway? You're a servant, right? Also where should we be going anyway?"
Without any input he simply began to retrace his path, deciding to wait for Berserker's guidance while on the road. Even if it was hard to remember the road, or rather see it as the same he walked down earlier today, the presence of Berserker and his branding making him feel quite suddenly, and accutely, as though something were amiss in the war. Well, it was mentioned that it was a war, a competition after all. That meant there were others, like him, like Berserker. But just as equal in value an explanation was that it was just plain hard to see the road, especially as the city was covered in darkness.
"Also do you need to eat or something. We might have to plan out a budget or something in that case."
I bet on Sumanai, even if Sumanai has a history of dying immediately.
Obviously it's a Tohsaka who is close to reaching enlightenment/the root with his fists.
I am willing to sub in for Player 2 if either of his partners feels that is the choice they are most interested in.
As an example my master is a relatively normal person who had dormant circuits, like say Ryuunosuke. It works, but you do need circuits ultimately as Moonlit already said.
That said rip Muramasa.
That said rip Muramasa.
@WildChocobo
"A wish?" he asked in response to Berserker's elaboration and claims. "Also you said masters? What are you then, if I'm a master."
A wish, a relic that could grant a wish. If such a thing was true then would he compete for it? and what would he want?
The answer was obvious, to be normal, to get rid of this sight. The damage was done, he wouldn't ever feel normal, he wouldn't ever be a normal person, completely part of the crowd. The years with this abnormality that set him apart from others already shaped him, just like how his body had finished its growth. But if he could see them and not know. The ignorance, the lack of pain and the need to avoid touching them. He wouldn't have to pretend he couldn't see things.
...Well, he wouldn't change much, but it would be much more convenient.
"There's something I would want that I couldn't get otherwise, Berserker. I'll be your master, then. You asked about what I meant by this bracelet looks like you? I see things, things no one else can see. There's something about you plain to the eye that's different from normal people, and that something is in that bracelet too. It seemed special because of that." he continued to hold it out for a few moments. Toshi leaned against the side of the entrance, staring out once he pocketed the braclet, instead of putting it back on his wrist. "Well, maybe there's something to it anyway. What I usually see is more... pain, to put it simply. Everyone has something that hurts, something that hurt them and lingers. Things don't fully heal, physical or mental, you're always changed a bit and you can always see proof that it happened there's always a trace of the damage done to you. I can see it, I guess."
There was more to it than that but he wasn't inclined to tell everything to someone, even if he seemed to hardly be normal himself.
He lived with this secret all his life. Now, when he spoke it, it seemed so light and small compared to the memories and weight it added to his life. It was just a thing about him, just like how his hair was black. There was no real sense of release as he shared with it.
There was no sense of a terrible secret shared. No, Berserker, as he called himself, was still just a stranger. It just felt odd.
Well, he supposed he had one last thing to explain about himself.
"Well, I just happened to be in the area after looking into a job possibility.." Toshi explained "The nearby cemetary." he elaborated after a little while. He began to spin his phone around in his grasp, suddenly more interested in it than anything else. "Not much to say. It's a bit far away from other places, so it probably would pay decently. I just came to this ghost house because I heard rumors and didn't feel like going back to the city proper just yet."
"A wish?" he asked in response to Berserker's elaboration and claims. "Also you said masters? What are you then, if I'm a master."
A wish, a relic that could grant a wish. If such a thing was true then would he compete for it? and what would he want?
The answer was obvious, to be normal, to get rid of this sight. The damage was done, he wouldn't ever feel normal, he wouldn't ever be a normal person, completely part of the crowd. The years with this abnormality that set him apart from others already shaped him, just like how his body had finished its growth. But if he could see them and not know. The ignorance, the lack of pain and the need to avoid touching them. He wouldn't have to pretend he couldn't see things.
...Well, he wouldn't change much, but it would be much more convenient.
"There's something I would want that I couldn't get otherwise, Berserker. I'll be your master, then. You asked about what I meant by this bracelet looks like you? I see things, things no one else can see. There's something about you plain to the eye that's different from normal people, and that something is in that bracelet too. It seemed special because of that." he continued to hold it out for a few moments. Toshi leaned against the side of the entrance, staring out once he pocketed the braclet, instead of putting it back on his wrist. "Well, maybe there's something to it anyway. What I usually see is more... pain, to put it simply. Everyone has something that hurts, something that hurt them and lingers. Things don't fully heal, physical or mental, you're always changed a bit and you can always see proof that it happened there's always a trace of the damage done to you. I can see it, I guess."
There was more to it than that but he wasn't inclined to tell everything to someone, even if he seemed to hardly be normal himself.
He lived with this secret all his life. Now, when he spoke it, it seemed so light and small compared to the memories and weight it added to his life. It was just a thing about him, just like how his hair was black. There was no real sense of release as he shared with it.
There was no sense of a terrible secret shared. No, Berserker, as he called himself, was still just a stranger. It just felt odd.
Well, he supposed he had one last thing to explain about himself.
"Well, I just happened to be in the area after looking into a job possibility.." Toshi explained "The nearby cemetary." he elaborated after a little while. He began to spin his phone around in his grasp, suddenly more interested in it than anything else. "Not much to say. It's a bit far away from other places, so it probably would pay decently. I just came to this ghost house because I heard rumors and didn't feel like going back to the city proper just yet."
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