Longshot || Prologue || Satoru [ATTN: Jin]
Some would argue that merely being inside the lofty lookout point was enough, but Jin had to go the extra mile; he sat perched like a falcon atop the very roof of the structure itself. He always had an affinity for high, lofty locales.
That eyesore stood to ruin the lands perfect view, however. An irritation began bubbling within him as he recalled trying to scale the infernal tower itself. Itās rigid surface made climbing a breeze, he didnāt even have to use his gift. But after what seemed like hours of scanning for a window or any sort of entrance, his own anger prevented him from investigating further, deducing that there really was no way to enter the tower.
Besides, he was on a team, a valuable resource if used to his advantage. There would be no gain for him, and by extension his associates, if he climbed to the top only to be swiftly eliminated by the foe above. Patience was, indeed, a virtue.
A voice pulled him from his thoughts, giving him a little surprise. But to know Jin Susa was to know that he hated surprises, passionately so. The voice didnāt seem hostile, so any sort of violent inclinations escaped through him by a quiet sigh.
He had to interact with the members of his team, didnāt he? Though he was a solo player, lone-wolf through-and-through, he acknowledged the importance to establish his presence.
Despite being clad in what looked like an inflexible 3-piece suit, it showed surprising flexibility when he hopped down from the roof of the lookout. Heights didnāt phase him in the least, judging by his calmness upon landing.
Though his teammate ā a term that that made his skin crawl ā was taller than him, he hardly let that affect him. Jinās stance was rigid, unflinching. Even being the shorter of the two, there was no denying that face-to-face that he had a undeniable presence about him. Something dark, something uncertain, illuminated by bright his bright eyes.
He looked so damn tired.
āI donāt wear this mask for that purpose.ā
He vividly recalled a time where anyone making his mask into conversation topic were made to regret it after. His face wasā¦ ratherā¦ his face was. No. He had come a far ways away from that place.
āā¦You want to see why I wear it?ā
He ran his finger over the outer edge of his mask, raising his chin slightly. An invitation. It hardly seemed like a harmless act. His words were dripping with a certain danger that made a simple question all the more threatening, however harmless it seemed on the surface.
He knew that the other maleās reaction would lay the foundation for the remainder of their time together during this mission. Jin eagerly awaited his response.
There was nothing in Satoruās demeanor that might have suggested fear once confronted with Jin. Perhaps it was due to the difference in stature (though Jinās aura more than made up for what he lacked in height). Perhaps it was the difference in status, but, then again, it wasnāt as though Satoru was the type to lord daddyās wealth over anyone elseās head (and besides, he couldnāt possibly have known whether or not Jin was on his level, so to speak). Or maybe it was a personality trait. After all, it was easy to assume that Satoru was dumb, or brave, or both.
No, all that registered on his face once in close proximity to Jin was...disappointment.
āAwh, man. Here I was, hoping you had some cool gas mask under there. Though I guess itās pretty obvious itās something else now that Iām up close. Nyahaha!ā
His eyes did, however, widen slightly the moment he was presented with an option, of sorts. Social conventions might dictate that he refrain from prying, but then, Satoru had never been one for tact. His grin widened slightly - just a fraction - and yet another laugh escaped his lips.
āWoa-hoh, really? Thereās, like, an actual reason? Guess I shouldnāt be surprised, since weāre all, yāknow, special. What is it? Toxic kiss? You figure out your power after tragically causing the death of your girlfriend? Pretty stock hero backstory, but hey, I wonāt judge!ā
And then, for the first time, something other than pure glee settled in on his face. Something almost apologetic, though it disappeared almost as soon as it arrived.
āIām not making fun of you, I swear! I really do wanna see! Itās just that part of the fun comes from guessing, right? Hahaha!ā
