mindgooshed | .oo1 // ACTION + VOICE

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.oo1 // ACTION + VOICE

[ it smells like dirt.

barnaby isn't particularly fond of dirt. or grass. or nature. oh sure, it can be nice to take a stroll in the park, or even maybe, i dunno, have a picnic out in a meadow or something, but other than that he's not much of an outdoor guy. trees and forests, what do. he is not okay with this.

but more importantly, this ache at his back. what the f- oh. what. wait what. wings? violently pink wings, at that? and they function? what is going on, and where are his clothe-- oh, they're right there, folded nearly in the grass beside him, augh if there are grass stains on his good leather jacket he might cut a bitch. also this book, that looks like a journal. this is all pretty bizarre and very suspicious, and immediately barnaby's mind is filled with thoughts of kidnapping and NEXT and conspiracy theories, but it just doesn't seem right. the last thing he remembers is sternbild, maverick, the androids .. well, not that barnaby's memory is really anything to rely on, but it just doesn't feel right.

but since barnaby doesn't function on feelings he needs to figure something out. this book will probably help. it doesn't take him long to figure out just how this thing works; it's a network, of sorts, only written by hand, which is really strange and raises even more questions, but it's all he has to go on. but first he's going to .. put his actual pants and belt and boots back on, and frown around at all these trees, and he doesn't mind tearing holes in his black tee shirt to accommodate the wings but no way is he maiming his precious jacket. so he just slings it over his arm and talks at this journal thing while walking toward wherever the trees seem thinnest. ]

VOICE;

Excuse me, but could someone direct me to a tailor?

[ or a town. PRIORITIES. ]

[ ooc; he's actually right on the edge of town somewhere nearish/behind the grocery store so IF YOU WANT TO FIND HIM WANDERING THAT IS COOL and hello luceti be gentle with me. o7 ]

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Nothing at all! Considering our line of work, anyway.

[He gives a friendly pat on the shoulder; this way, this way, brosef, we have some food to order. I am growing faint with hunger in my old age.]

So, did you get the low-down from Dragon Kid?

[ wait wait he has to grab his jacket!! okay good he has it now we can go, and he's just trailing along beside kotetsu because he has nofuckingclue where anything is. ]

.. Yes. She was very .. informative.

[ >:( ]

[.... ooooh. Awkward. He can tell she told him about the things he avoided. S-so he'll just look forward now.]

R-right. And she showed you where that guide is in the journal?

Yes, she did.

[ TENSE SILENCE. ]

I havent read through it very thoroughly yet, but it doesn't sound good.

Mm... It's got a few unsavory parts to it. I'm on my guard, until something happens.

[He was about to tell Barnaby he quit, back in his world. All of them, actually. But now... with him here, where people are in danger...]

I guess I'll have to hold off quitting, for a little while.

What are you talking about?

[ BROW ARCH. ]

W-well, in a place where people are prisoners, you can't just retire from hero-ing... you know? It'd be too hard to, with these sort of circumstances...

[You k-know—I mean. Shit. I'm not good at words.]

It's not like this is a vacation, right?

[ barnaby just shrugs. ]

I'd imagine that in a situation like this, our contracts are suspended. We aren't employed by Hero TV at all at the moment. So any heroics you choose to pull off will be your personal choice, on your personal time.

[ semantics, barnaby. ]

Honestly, I think we have bigger things to worry about.

[Huff!!]

Who cares about contracts! This is a serious situation! We're not the only ones stuck here. There are normal civilians that can't fight for themselves around--some that are even put in this stupid draft they do.

I can't just sit back and not do whatever I can...

And I don't expect you to. If you did, you wouldn't be Kotetsu.

[ a quick pause. ] But I won't be joining you.

[HMPH!]

You don't need to tell me that! You can do whatever you want.

[Even if it means helping people as just himself, he'll do it!

Because that's just what a Hero does!]

[ what's with that face, kotetsu. he thought you'd put up a fight. 8( BUT FINE, IF HE ISN'T WANTED.. ]

Mmm. Just be careful. Please.

[ he's kind of quiet when he says that, this is serious time okay. ]

[;_; I-I just don't want you to know that I'm sad about your decision okay. He smiles, nudging Barnaby.]

Oi, oi, I'll be careful! Don't worry so much!

[I'm like barely scarred from my last injury, I'm just that cool.]

Didn't you say it's nothing we can't handle? Everything'll be fine.

... Or at least, close to it.

[ barnaby just stops in his tracks. and then just .. inserts himself in front of his partner. ]

Kotetsu. I know you're just trying to make light of it, and I appreciate it, but I'm serious. Please, don't ever frighten me like that again.

[He leans back, shoulders slouched in defeat. If you were trying to make him look like a sad, homeless dog, you're doing great.] ... Sorry. I know I messed up.

A lot.

[He coughs into his hand. Alright. Might as well say this now.]

I'm, uh... sorry for hitting you. [...] All three times. And for not telling you I was having power problems, or for getting shot with a laser, o-or for—well, everything, really.

[/head hang]

[A-aha...]

... I'm kind of a screw-up like that, I guess.

[I GUESS.]

[ jeez kotetsu, akjsdsakdf, his heart. barnaby's expression softens, and he rests a hand on his partner's shoulder. ]

You aren't a screw up. I know you had the best intentions. And I know that it's difficult for you to think ahead. But there are too many people who care about you for me to allow you to be so reckless. Please don't be afraid to ask for help, if you need it.

You can trust me.

[ that bitch slap, though... B\ ... ]

[;u; bunabee, you're such a nice guy when you want to be]

I know that.

... If I ever get in over my head, you'll be the first to know.

[Also you totally deserved that slap, you were talking like I was a waste of your life. :C]

[ yeah man he's come a long way! he kind of knows how to be a normal person now. sort of. at least around you. he drops his hand and places it on his hip, cracking a smile. ]

Good. I'll hold you to it.

[ 8| didn't your parents ever teach you to respond to verbal violence with verbal violence? YOU SKIPPED RIGHT TO THE PHYSICAL. ]

Right!! [HOPE YOU LIKE MANLY BACK PATS.] Then what are we waiting for? Let's go get something to eat already, I'm starving!

[ he doesn't, really, BUT HE'S LEARNING TO TOLERATE THEM. ]

You're always starving.

[ but he's on the move again, regardless. ]

What's wrong with that? It means I'm burning up a lot of energy!

[OH RIGHT]

Oi, did you know they have something like the simulator here? It's called the Battle Dome. You can make those weird really life-like holograms there and stuff, from what I heard.

[ he lifts a brow, actually mildly interested. ]

No, I hadn't heard about that. I'm not much for simulations, but it might be a good way to blow off some steam, and keep in shape.

Exactly! It'll make for keeping in shape, right? So you can figure out how the damn thing works!

[HINT, HE IS SCARED OF TECHNOLOGY LIKE THAT, HINT]

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