Shinjiro Aragaki (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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shapeupship2013-04-21 02:30 pm
ruineaxt) wrote in shapeupship2013-04-21 02:30 pm
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Fucking boat food, how does it work [Action // Open!]
[Despite the span of time (though really, Shinjiro hadn't been paying attention to how long it had been,) the supplies he'd found in the galley hadn't really diminished or grown rotten or-- Anything. Sure, he was on some sort of trans-dimensional, space/time deflecting, ethereal boat full of dead people, sailing around Fuck-Knows-Where-- but at least there could be a half-assed pretext of making sense.
Actually, along that thought-- Why the hell did it have to be a boat?]
[His nose wrinkles as the thoughts once again surface-- it was impossible to fully ignore the way everything was slightly off. As much as this place seemed rooted in reality and the physical (he breathed, he got hungry, slept at night,) there was always those lingering reminders of just how messed up this whole situation was. How the rules of logic didn't really apply all the time. The boat kept going, yet he never saw any sort of crew members manning the sails or cleaning up after people. There was electricity, lights in the cabins... And no matter how long they sailed, he'd never seen anything but huge expanses of water all around. They showed up in some unspecified manner, probably disappeared the same way...
Oh, not to mention the fact that he was dead.
His brows crease as he steps back to the sink, running his hands under the running water absently and trying to shake the thoughts off. No use lingering on them: answers weren't apparent and he wouldn't be able to grasp then any time soon.
He'd been down in the galley for a good while, watching a few items on the stove as he put together some lunch for himself. The teen wrings his hands on a hand towel, before returning to prodding the vegetables sizzling in a skillet with a wooden spoon. Anyone walking in would probably be greeted by the smell of stir-fry and sesame oil-- and the sight of a disgruntled-looking teen, hair pulled back in a scruffy ponytail, having essentially taken over the whole little kitchen area for the time being.]
Actually, along that thought-- Why the hell did it have to be a boat?]
[His nose wrinkles as the thoughts once again surface-- it was impossible to fully ignore the way everything was slightly off. As much as this place seemed rooted in reality and the physical (he breathed, he got hungry, slept at night,) there was always those lingering reminders of just how messed up this whole situation was. How the rules of logic didn't really apply all the time. The boat kept going, yet he never saw any sort of crew members manning the sails or cleaning up after people. There was electricity, lights in the cabins... And no matter how long they sailed, he'd never seen anything but huge expanses of water all around. They showed up in some unspecified manner, probably disappeared the same way...
Oh, not to mention the fact that he was dead.
His brows crease as he steps back to the sink, running his hands under the running water absently and trying to shake the thoughts off. No use lingering on them: answers weren't apparent and he wouldn't be able to grasp then any time soon.
He'd been down in the galley for a good while, watching a few items on the stove as he put together some lunch for himself. The teen wrings his hands on a hand towel, before returning to prodding the vegetables sizzling in a skillet with a wooden spoon. Anyone walking in would probably be greeted by the smell of stir-fry and sesame oil-- and the sight of a disgruntled-looking teen, hair pulled back in a scruffy ponytail, having essentially taken over the whole little kitchen area for the time being.]
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But Giles doesn't add anything else to that. He's much more interested in the details of his world, in any case. This is new information, and extremely relevant to his personal academic interests.]
Shadows-- that's quite fascinating. [He seems to realize his enthusiasm may not be appreciated and curbs it back a bit, sheepish.] Not that I mean to make light of your, your plight, but it's all rather interesting to me.
What is it that you do that could seem like magic? I gather if you're fighting mind-eating amorphous beings then you must have something beyond the norm.
... And I appreciate the caveat that I am not entirely the lamest person you have ever met. [Said with the utter most dryness.]
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Still, he looks over to the heating tea kettle as he considers a response: How to respond adequately without getting into the potential personal issues there. Lips press together for a moment, before he nods and responds.]
...We're called Persona Users. A Persona's just like... the user's psyche given form for battle. They're unique to their user, and we can call 'em out. Mine's just got physical attacks; others've got electricity, ice, that sorta thing.
But like I said, they're linked to the users. I ain't ever gonna learn any skills like that, but Aki's got healing, electricity, and can affect the Shadows's abilities.
[A shrug. Bowl mostly done by now, he sets it on the counter behind him.] I figure someone with magic could do whatever the hell they wanted to, eventually.
And if you start sliding puns in, then you might lose that not-as-lame spot.