A C C E S S D E N I E D

∃【☝✌💧❄☜☼】 ─ Alleys on the way from work always gave splendid surprises, if a gift meant losing everything in his pockets. But Gaster couldn’t avoid them, hands stuffed in pockets and shoulders hunched as he wandered in the last way home. Were it not for the voice, he may not have even noticed the scuffle.

(A lie. He’d have noticed, but there were some things better /ignored/.)

Yet the man speaks, and Gaster stops to look at him, and ah, it wouldn’t sit well on his conscious to leave someone so wounded. Squatting down some paces away, he tries to look from the distance, head turning with concern. “Are you alright? You look hurt.” He could always run if the man was genuinely harmful, anyway.

Response would catch the man off guard, albeit only slightly. Tone didn’t match his appearance nor did his words. Question not why the creature decides a less violent approach, but he is anything but certain trust could placed in. So a few tests to soothe his nerves.

      Pupils dilate, blood running cold as soon he comes into frame. The way in which he frazzles her circuits never fails to irritate her, even here, even now. There was a reason she ignored him for so long! She wasn’t even done reading that book yet! She never even got a chance! Wait, hold on. What did section two of chapter eight tell her to do? Act… act natural?

      She wildly pats down her hair to mimic said ‘naturalness’, but it only produces more static. Her blonde hair frizzes, and her cheeks pink out of frustration. “C-Crypto.” She spites his name, even though she swore she’d stop. It’s out of self-defense, really. So he wouldn’t think she was as weak and vulnerable as she had been. “I am… I am fine. Unharmed. As you say.” An awkward, bloated pause. “…And you? Safe? As well?”

Tension made things anything but easy. Hesitation only came natural considering circumstances, but it was a hurdle to be climbed all the same. Brushing off a sigh, he minds a few manners above all else. “죄송합니다... Do you mind coming in?” Not that conversation couldn’t be held in the hall, there was just a bit of added security in doing so. 

There was a certain benefit to crowds. While the man generally had a dislike towards them as antisocial he could be, they provided efficient cover for him whenever he needed fade from plain sight. Which was more common of an occurrence than he may had preferred, now being one of those times as well.

Perhaps he’d been a bit too reckless. A product of the conditions, he’d say. After being flung inexplicably into a new realm, his normal precautions were eased ever so slightly. The possibility of that damn bounty of his head being gone gave the man reason to hope for freedom. But just as quick it came, did it disappear. 

Sulking at the end of the alleyway in a corner, a pair of attackers knocked unconscious told the story of what happened. Though he was victorious, they left him badly wounded with a third figure approaching underneath the veil of darkness. Nursing the wound on his arm, he gave a slight stare at the individual. “If you knew what I did, you’d keep your distance.” A buff to keep them away, one that hopefully works.

      Natalie would be lying if she said she hadn’t spent the last few nights holed up in her apartment, eyes rimmed red and hair a frizzier mess than usual. How did things get to this point? Things were already terrible for her on the Frontier, so Olympus was supposed to be a fresh start. New beginnings and all, leaving the past behind, etcetera, etcetera.

     This, however, was far too much of a jump start into her new life! She wasn’t supposed to be separated from her family back at home, and she didn’t want to be either. There existed no palpable, logical explanation for the Pandora’s Box she had woken up in, but all she knew was that she wasn’t going to get anywhere hiding beneath her table, waiting for Anita or Ajay to find her again. They can’t always come to her rescue.

      So, gathering what composure she can muster, she puts on her best guise of stability and hesitantly knocks on her neighbor’s door. Surely, whoever it is… they’ll be her friend, right?

    By his want the title of friend was the minimal he wished for. But as it stood, the man knew better than to expect such from.

    Thorough as he was, it didn’t take long for the man to settle and ingrain his roots. To do his research, and find out whatever information he needed for now. That included discovering a familiar to him was nearby and that he should reach out to, especially considering the who. Though that grit of his seemed to have faded slightly, as he stood in the door frame.

Now with some free time available and all the dust settling after joining, I can comfortably put this out. Consider this a starter call for this dork of a nerd, with a cap for 3.

An on-the-run fugitive hacker. 

..Except he’s actually completely innocent.

Secretive and paranoid, to almost a comic degree.

Really just a dork. Acts like a stiff just as precaution.

Good with technology with a specialty for drones.