★if you love me, let me go★

Chiaki’s eyes lit up at the mention of a fighter though. She hadn’t played a real video game since getting to hive city, so she sprang at the offer.

“...Do you know if there’s, um, an arcade or a game store somewhere here...?”

> Truth Bullet Added: Others From Hope’s Peak?

“I... sort of am a student there... yes and no, it’s complicated...? Technically, I guess you’d call me a former student... ah, the Martial Artist...?”

Somethig itched at the back of her mind with that.

“People like you just can’t get it. Heroes always die, death isn’t what I want, got it?”

She tagged along behind him, not understanding his attitude nor taking the hint that he didn’t want her around.

Phoenix’s head fell. He slumped while sitting in the arcade chair he was occupying. Despite coming all this way to the city arcade to play a game called ‘turnabout’ and being an actual defense attorney, he found he was quite terrible at this arcade version. He spun around in his stool, hoping that nobody he knew had saw him here because if they had the jokes might never end.

Out of quarters for the day, Phoenix stood up emptying the pockets of his suit one more time just to be sure. Nope, nothing there. It was official now. He was about to leave right then, thoroughly defeated when he noticed something odd in the arcade chair next to him. A girl was hunched over the cabinet, but rather than being intensely focused as he first thought, she was just asleep.

Chiaki’s fingers Idly pressed the buttons as she slept. Even trying to game in her sleep, it seems. A rude awakening awaited her as she felt the man’s finger poke her cheek, dumbfoundedly, she said the first thing that popped into her head upon seeing him

Finally! Someone in normal clothing! At least, somebody that seemed like an actual human being and not some extra actor… Really, most of the people here looked like extra actors.

And well, it wasn’t really normal clothing. It seemed like something an otaku would wear, but it was still something not outlandish.

“Hey~!” speaking with a cheerful tone for the first time today, Kurisu tried to snag the attention of the other girl before continuing….

Wait, was this girl sleeping? While standing?

Chiaki snored, having passed out suddenly. It was just like her to do this in the middle of town. She did have a bit of narcolepsy... but the redheaded woman’s remark shook her awake.

                                              S M A S H !

A THIN PANE OF GLASS yielded to the strike of a garbage can, crumbling, raining shards upon the concrete and storefront, and the alarm screamed. A symphony of plinks sounded in the night as the pieces settled, crunched beneath his advance. A heavy boot perched at the lip of the window frame, and the black-clad assailant boosted himself inside. Now, both feet firmly on ground, he took his sweet time scanning the displays; cases upon cases of firearms, from the heavy-hitters to your one-handed peashooters.

If they weren’t gonna give him something to work with, he’d do it himself.

A creak of leather accented the slow pivot of his regard toward the rear of the store, and so he stepped, making for the counter– behind it, a wall lined with rifles, and shotguns. Likely none as good as his own, but it’d do for now. Raking a keen gaze over the selection, he reached, seizing a 12 gauge and weighing it in a single hand. Looking it over, his note was drawn to yet another.

SCREW IT– may as well stock up while he’s here. Would make this worth the pain in the ass.

Dragging out a duffle bag from behind the cash register and resting it on the counter-top, he cast the shotgun inside with a dull clatter, and after it, more soon followed. The next five minutes or so were occasionally punctuated by a CRASH or S H A T T E R as he left no display untouched, picking out from each what he wanted, paired with their respective ammunition and cartridges. Inspecting the contents of his haul, and consequently satisfied, he withdrew another 12 gauge and its ammo. Loading it up, and pumping it once, the mercenary took aim and blasted the alarm off the ceiling, thus silencing it at last.

Pleased, Reaper zipped up the bag and dragged it off the counter, heading back for the street.

Her thought was cut short as the man bumped into her on his way out. He must not have noticed someone so short... but upon gazing at his mask, she instantly placed him as a popular character she knew...

“Look, I don’t care. I haven’t gotten caught yet, and I’m making a killing. I have no need for some… pointless moral set that’s just gonna cage me.”

“...It’s pointless...? Well, I think that’s a little harsh... we have moral codes so we can coexist with others, and in a world with so many people I think that’s important... Still. You are entitled to your own lifestyle...

From any universe, you say? That explains a lot...”

❣ - hands

❤ - voice

۵ - feet

❦ - lips

ø - eyes

ღ - nose

♮ - body type

♫ - singing voice

✮ - sleeping habits

✉ - texting habits

✿ - laugh

✍ - writing style

⌨ - time-wasting habits

❅ - keeping warm/keeping cool techniques

✎ - taste in music/literature

☤ - self care/first aid habits

✪ - favourite food/eating habits

☁ - ideal holiday

✄ - nervous habits

☂ - sadness