un: nishizono

[nishizono]

the other guy covered this already but i figure, what can it hurt to ask again? where can i can drugs here. anxiety meds, specifically. no, i don't have anxiety, but i can exhibit similar symptoms from time to time. this is life-threatening, i assure you.

second, because i don't think i can get away with just putting up a "don't fuck with me" attitude when touchy-feelies might actually save lives: i'm a touch-based telepath. yes, it's exactly what it sounds like. no, i can't just shut it off. yes, i won't touch you without permission. no, don't touch me unless i touch you first.

jesus motherfucker this is more words than i've written in years. hi, i'm tetora. i like pizza.

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i'll show u short!!!!

[oorah]

[ he frowns, letting it simmer and deepen into more of a scowl. what hurts is that tetora is right. he hates that more than the rest, that he was so naive; that he ignored his better judgment and got his whole world taken away from him. ]

i know that now

[ frank picks up the pace as they approach the hospital, checking the door before silently easing it open for the other. ]

[nishizono]

i like how we're using the word "deserve" very loosely. i too only stab the deserving. and the undeserving, because i'm actually a free agent of anarchy.

just kidding. about the anarchy.

people are dumb, though.

huffs!!!

[nishizono]

[ he slips right under hotdog's wide reach, and they fall into tandem like they've been doing this for a long time.

in reality, it's just muscle memory and trained responses. at least that's the case for tetora. he was brought up to be a weapon, and with that came training to be adept at adapting, be it to an environment or a person. hotdog isn't the hardest to read; his body language is too big for the space his body occupies, and so his every gesture speaks to the power he has in his muscles. every step is efficient, yet naked; every curl of his fist and silent lifting of stray objects is so clearly defined he might as well be speaking out loud.

tetora marvels at it. how a man who is so much can contain himself in something as flimsy as a human body.

it's as tetora's stripping the tubing from a smashed ventilation machine that he decides: i would kill for this man. ]

[justbeingknife]

Ha! You're such a brat.

[ was that positive or negative ]

Yer right about people, though. The guys in my old family, they were all morons.

[ he loved them ]

u brought this on urself

[oorah]

[ frank doesn't have to know what tetora is doing, he merely helps any way he can. the boy knows best what he needs, frank is just here as the muscle. it's a role that serves him well, even in covert ops, somehow completely silent despite his mass. like so many others here, tetora is more than he appears. he's a slight teenager, but by no means weak. even without his crazy powers, frank knows what he's been through; he knows who he is. and he does accept him exactly that way, no modification needed.

even though he knows it's been picked over, he still ducks into the first floor pharmacy, leaving no stone unturned. he eventually comes out with about six bottles worth of shit tetora may or may not be able to use. then he comes back over and gestures for the boy to turn around so he can stash them in the bag. ]

[nishizono]

[ he'll take it as a positive, thank you. ]

how did you manage to stick with them if they're morons? you don't seem like the kinda guy who puts up with bullshit by much.

i have regretti (for the record he's taking his pills in this icon too)

[nishizono]

[ if there's anything childlike left in tetora's frame, it's reserved for moments such as this. the candyman had always called his drugs as sweets, or related to them in those terms. it's a disgusting piece of conditioning, but tetora hasn't gotten over the pavlovian instinct to perk up when presented with pills.

this instance is no different. tetora bounds up to hotdog, hands held out to read the label, and his mouth twists in triumph at the fine print. the bottle with clonazepam, first and foremost among the benzodiazepines hotdog found, is popped open carefully. hotdog gets to witness tetora swallow five pills in one go. after a few moments the effects kick in as tetora's metabolism goes into overdrive and processes the drug. the tension in tetora's shoulders ease out, and he looks at hotdog like he's only really seeing now, for the first time.

it might as well be the truth, really.

then, cheekily, he makes the OK sign. ]

[scarecrowed]

in my what?

[ doesn't know what a garage is either sorry ]

[nishizono]

HOW ARE YOU ALIVE

GARAGE

THE BIG SPACE AT THE BACK WITH NO BEDS

don't you have cars where you're from???

[scarecrowed]

are you trying to say we live in the same house?

[ that's a no to the cars question, he figures it's another type of food... ]

[nishizono]

yes

yes we do

i have a lot to teach you and we're starting with house parts

[scarecrowed]

[ is he going to be teaching Lucas how to be popular next??? ]

this really doesn't sound necessary.

[nishizono]

[ he just might. you never know!!! ]

do you know what shutters are and what they can do?
because if you answered no to both you're gonna get us all killed, and i like being alive.

[scarecrowed]

[ well, when he puts it that way... ]

fine. teach me what you know. [ he likes being alive too. some days. ]

[nishizono]

i knew it.
okay, i'll come to you now and we can sort the shit out
where in the house are you?

[scarecrowed]

kitchen.

[ see, he knows some house parts!! ]

[nishizono]

[ of course he'd be at the one place in the house that has the most noisemakers. perfect. ]

okay, literally don't move until i get there

[ because he's rounding the hallway corner and showing up in his jumpsuit, moving very carefully around the many things that make loud noises when dropped. ]

do you recognize anything in here?

[scarecrowed]

[ scanning the room... ]

you?

[ have a smrk. he's made this joke before. he's overly fond of it. ]

[nishizono]

[ oh my god it's a dad joke. tetora actually drags both hands over his face because of this. ]

okay, noted.

behind you is a dishwasher - don't touch it. it's loaded with plates, erik probably set that up.

[ the guy can move metals; it follows that he can command metals not to vibrate with sound. lucky bastard. ]

can you come over here?

[justbeingknife]

Hell, no one expects punks to be geniuses -- doin' stupid shit's practically part of the job description. Long as they mind their manners and do their job, no one's gonna complain.

Plus they were hilarious.

[oorah]

[ he watches the whole process with a cool calmness reserved for battle. he stows the rest of the bottles in the backpack and leaves the klonopin with tetora, then gestures that they should go up a level. if he's taking that many at once, what he found won't last long. he lets out a tiny, relieved breath at the OK sign. then returns it, pushing at tetora's shoulder gently to get him moving. once in the stairwell, he'll take out a device to ask a question weighing on his mind, expression still neutral. ]

do the pills help
with
what you can do?

[underachievement]

Meaning any number of scavengers for you to tag along with.

[nishizono]

some guy named hotdog's taking me
fucker made me work for it too, the asshole

[ obviously he's very fond of the hotdog. ]

[underachievement]

Yeah he's a go-getter.
I would've just extorted you.

[nishizono]

i would've expected that more than being put to work, actually.
he's a nice guy acting like a bad guy. i don't get it.