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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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[ 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]

[ barnaby isn't afraid of technology at all and from what he's seen of this place he's not exactly impressed, so whatever simulator they have will probably be pretty easy to figure out. ]

I'm sure it's probably simple, Kotetsu.

[Oh I know that tone. B|

JUST BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW IT IT'S EASY, HUH]

Oi, you don't know that!

...

It has a lot of buttons and knobs and stuff!

[ ... probably. 8| ]

Buttons and knobs aren't very difficult to understand, if you take the time to read the directions.

[ /trollaby ]

Whatever! They don't have any instructions.

[... th-that he's aware of.]

Who needs to know how to work a simulator half the time, anyway...

You're the one who said you wanted to try it out in the first place.

Well, here it might be useful! This place doesn't have just a normal gym, y'know. Holographic ones'll have to do! [S-so there!]

[ are you just arguing to argue or something. ]

Yes. Which is why I'll figure it out. So we can make use of it.

[>:^E yes.

I mean—NUH-UH. But at least you're not trolling him for his old man tendencies now.]

... I forgot to mention. This place has some really weird kinds of people in it. So if you see things like.... maaa, a talking skeleton with an afro, don't worry. He's pretty friendly.

[ or, you know. a talking lion. at any rate. ]

.. Right. I'll keep that in mind. But I'll reserve my judgments for myself.

Hey, just a warning. But then, there's a lot of things to warn about, I guess. I kinda... had a crash course on this whole 'malnosso' business. And I even got a tour of the place.

Did you know there's a beach here? You take a teleporter to get to it.

[I AM TRYING TO BE A HELPFUL PARTNER AND FILL YOU IN.

AM I DOING GOOD, AM I AM I?? :D]

I appreciate it, Kotetsu. But I'm capable. I'm sure I'll be fine. I'll confer with you, if I have any concerns.

[ pause. ]

A beach? I can't remember the last time I went to a beach..

... Really? It's been a while?

[Signs that you work too much, Bunny. And that's coming from me. From me!]

Mmm... It was pretty cold up there. But hey, at least we have one!

[I'm just, uh. Hoping we're not here in the summer because we're home. Oh, and he'll just stroll into the restaurant all chill-like. He's had a lot on his mind—he figures Bunny did, too. Even moreso than him. A-after all, he did just learn his memory was shot and his life was all a big puppet dance.

... Yeah...

But. But he seems like he's doing okay. Maybe this mess was helping him to focus on something, so he didn't have to deal with their world's messes.

... Maybe that's why he didn't want to do any hero business. He takes a seat, his shoulders slouching at his mental monologue. Of course. Why would he want to deal with anything, when all this crazy stuff happened so close together?

~lost in thought~

Give him a second here.]

[ hey man he didn't have time for frivolous things like beaches and vacations and fun while he was busy being consumed by revenge okay. tracking crime syndicates takes up a lot of time.

but anyway, barnaby casts a quick glance around the restaurant, it's nothing fancy or impressive but it looks passable enough, and slides into the seat across from kotetsu.

.. and it's so obvious when you're mentally monologuing. barnaby sits back in his seat and crosses his legs and gives him a second, but before it can get awkward he pipes up. ]

.. Is everything all right, Kotetsu?

[oh right.

He'd say 'it's nothing', but that is like... too obvious at this point. So he'll go for a grin and lean on his elbow.]

I was just thinking. Looks like you're stuck out in the country, eh?

Are you sure you can handle being out of Sternbild, Mr. Gold Stage?

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