Tell that to the news crews. As far as they all know, it's on me.
[He has zero proof, outside what's been recorded in the forums and scant medical records. Astronomically bad luck. A freak medical condition, perhaps. Part of himself glad he didn't catch up on the gossip too hard while he was hospitalized, for how much it made him want to yell.]
Not that it matters here. But... at least I can still protect people here. I know I can. [In that, he sounds completely certain.
Jaw tight and eyes serious, Barrett straightens up from the token machine, exhaling hard as he stares down at his companion.]
Shoka... I want to find a way out of this damn place. I think that's what DV wants, too. I don't know if he'll ever feel safe enough, but...
You have to believe me. He doesn't want anyone else to get hurt by this company. They're already doing too much.
Oh, yeah, sure, it's totally your fault the thickest damn bone in your body broke out of nowhere.
[Fuck them!!!!!!!! Fuck all of them!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She has to take in a deep breath to - not exactly calm, there's too much righteous anger that doesn't need to be extinguished, not when every single part of this is rotten to the core and needs to go down in flames. But she does need to settle down for now, focus on what she can actually do.
The flames can come later. Because she won't be satisfied until CC Corp is razed to the fucking ground.]
I wouldn't have come this far if I didn't believe you. Have some faith in me, would ya?
Besides, you're not the only one who can protect people. Like I said: I've got your back.
[It doesn't quite hit. Mostly because he knows very well Shoka can protect. She's demonstrated such. She has nothing to prove.
But the sentiment still settles in anyway, and he gives it its space.]
Thank you. I know you'll be someone a lot of people can count on.
[He needs a second to compose himself as well, hurt and anger chewing up at the inside of his chest. So he dips the subject a bit, nodding back to the token machine as one hand grips his opposite wrist, a nervous gesture that twists.]
I'm guessing either I can't figure this out, or we get tokens from somewhere else. You got better eagle eyes?
I don't know about "a lot," but I'll see what I can do.
[Socializing still isn't exactly something she enjoys pushing herself to do, but well. Dealing with people is still better than the guilt knowing you could've done something but let them die instead.]
-Anyway, the arcade's probably set to free-to-play. I don't think we actually need any tokens.
[There's not much force behind the question. But he does look a little cautious as he turns on one of the multi-player racing games, trying to gauge whether or not he'll fit in the seat with how tall he is.]
...Mn. As long as you're okay. I hope you can tell someone when it's safe.
[He figures if it were CCCorp related, she'd be a lot more pissed off. So he doesnt think twice about it, turning his attention back to the cabinets.]
I'm gonna be a little big for everything... [But that is a good idea. He hums, looking back out to the entrance.]
Start stuff up. I'll be right back.
[And, given a minute, he leaves and comes back with a chair from the foodcourt under his arm, which he plops himself on backwards, arms over the headrest. Tada.]
Would be easier if I could turn the pain sensors off, but I kind of prefer it like this.
[He is So Bad at puzzles but at least this game is color based... he clicks on the 2nd player start button, feeling over the controls. The joystick always feels so tiny in his hand for these sorts of things.]
Do you get to go places like this a lot? I think there's still an arcade or two downtown closer to the bay.
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[He has zero proof, outside what's been recorded in the forums and scant medical records. Astronomically bad luck. A freak medical condition, perhaps. Part of himself glad he didn't catch up on the gossip too hard while he was hospitalized, for how much it made him want to yell.]
Not that it matters here. But... at least I can still protect people here. I know I can. [In that, he sounds completely certain.
Jaw tight and eyes serious, Barrett straightens up from the token machine, exhaling hard as he stares down at his companion.]
Shoka... I want to find a way out of this damn place. I think that's what DV wants, too. I don't know if he'll ever feel safe enough, but...
You have to believe me. He doesn't want anyone else to get hurt by this company. They're already doing too much.
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[Fuck them!!!!!!!! Fuck all of them!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She has to take in a deep breath to - not exactly calm, there's too much righteous anger that doesn't need to be extinguished, not when every single part of this is rotten to the core and needs to go down in flames. But she does need to settle down for now, focus on what she can actually do.
The flames can come later. Because she won't be satisfied until CC Corp is razed to the fucking ground.]
I wouldn't have come this far if I didn't believe you. Have some faith in me, would ya?
Besides, you're not the only one who can protect people. Like I said: I've got your back.
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[It doesn't quite hit. Mostly because he knows very well Shoka can protect. She's demonstrated such. She has nothing to prove.
But the sentiment still settles in anyway, and he gives it its space.]
Thank you. I know you'll be someone a lot of people can count on.
[He needs a second to compose himself as well, hurt and anger chewing up at the inside of his chest. So he dips the subject a bit, nodding back to the token machine as one hand grips his opposite wrist, a nervous gesture that twists.]
I'm guessing either I can't figure this out, or we get tokens from somewhere else. You got better eagle eyes?
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[Socializing still isn't exactly something she enjoys pushing herself to do, but well. Dealing with people is still better than the guilt knowing you could've done something but let them die instead.]
-Anyway, the arcade's probably set to free-to-play. I don't think we actually need any tokens.
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...Oh.
Really?
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[She's smiling when she faces him, but it does turn to a slight, thoughtful frown as she heads towards the cabinet.]
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...I'm sorry I can't tell you more. But... I figured you deserved something. And I trust you with that.
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[There's a beat. And then:]
I actually found some stuff out, too. But I'm not allowed to talk.
Again.
[She does sound less bitter this time, for what it's worth.]
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From who?
[There's not much force behind the question. But he does look a little cautious as he turns on one of the multi-player racing games, trying to gauge whether or not he'll fit in the seat with how tall he is.]
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[People and their secrets around here...]
But I don't think it's anything bad. And I'm not being threatened this time, so, that's always a bonus.
[Seeing his hesitation and-]
Wanna try a puzzle game? We can grab a stool so you aren't totally hunched over.
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[He figures if it were CCCorp related, she'd be a lot more pissed off. So he doesnt think twice about it, turning his attention back to the cabinets.]
I'm gonna be a little big for everything... [But that is a good idea. He hums, looking back out to the entrance.]
Start stuff up. I'll be right back.
[And, given a minute, he leaves and comes back with a chair from the foodcourt under his arm, which he plops himself on backwards, arms over the headrest. Tada.]
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[She's got the game running, waiting for a second player. How good are you at Puzzle Bobble, Barrett?]
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[He is So Bad at puzzles but at least this game is color based... he clicks on the 2nd player start button, feeling over the controls. The joystick always feels so tiny in his hand for these sorts of things.]
Do you get to go places like this a lot? I think there's still an arcade or two downtown closer to the bay.
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This was my first time signing up for an MMO again. Lucky me, right?