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Post by bright knight on Aug 9, 2016 19:26:30 GMT -5
"Oh, no!" Komaeda carried on with his excuse, sliding a book out of its place on the shelf. "I only looked at three books so far. There might be a book with writing on it in the midst of all this!" Keeping himself positioned so that Hinata couldn't see his face, which had flushed a warm red, he began to absentmindedly flip through the pages. "Blank again..." Slipping it onto the bookshelf, he picked another book out, beginning to flip through that one as well.
Getting flustered by someone you liked in a place where you couldn't make a good excuse to hide yourself...
What bad luck...
Komaeda's anxiety started getting to him, making his heart hammer against his chest. If he was found out... Would Hinata want to hang around him anymore? He'd probably hate him. Maybe even despise him, and finally realize what garbage he truly was...
Suddenly closing the book, he put it back on the case, picking out yet another book. "There isn't really a lot to look at..." He mused aloud, trying to calm his nerves a bit.
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Post by bright knight on Aug 9, 2016 19:34:24 GMT -5
"...Eh?"
...Was this dragon... speaking...
Naegi's thoughts were in overdrive, a million things running through his head at once. A dragon? Human manners? It wasn't attacking him... But--
Get a hold of yourself...
Shaking his head to dismiss the ideas that so plagued him, he met the dragon's gaze evenly. It didn't seem violent... So he decided to trust it, and his optimism only supported that with more upbeat thoughts on how everything would be okay, and everyone else would be freaking out if the dragon was dangerous. "...No, you did nothing wrong. My nerves are just a little on edge right now. Sorry about that," Naegi said, offering Chamomile an apologetic smile. Well, what was he supposed to say after that? Maybe... introductions...? "I'm... Makoto Naegi, Super High School Level Good Luck. It's nice to meet you..."
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Post by luna on Aug 9, 2016 19:51:19 GMT -5
Hinata went to his side, looking at the books neatly shelved. Their binders were blank, and there was even a very fine layer of dust on the books that Komaeda had not disturbed yet. As unimportant and dull these books look like, he was right. Perhaps they should be combing the living room for ideas or clues about the house?
The student began to disregard Komaeda's weird behavior for the genuine mystery that was this place and this room. He put his fist on his chin, visibly deep in thought and distracted.
"I'll help, if you need," he offered, after a moment. "Maybe we will find something."
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Post by Ver Million on Aug 9, 2016 19:55:44 GMT -5
"Sounds good," Lancer agreed with a carefree grin. He scanned the room, searching for a lone person that seemed kind enough to help them out. Unsure, he directed his attention back to Aoba. "So...er, any ideas on who to ask?"
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Post by Aoba on Aug 9, 2016 20:04:11 GMT -5
Aoba took one more glance around the room, not spotting anyone in particular that could help them that wasn't busy talking already. "No... everyone seems to be busy already." He wasn't exactly sure what to do now. "Well, maybe we can just learn on our own."
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Post by bright knight on Aug 9, 2016 20:09:24 GMT -5
Komaeda was about to turn down his offer until he realized that searching through the books together could buy him some time to get his blush to die down. "That would be great," he hummed, flipping through the blank pages without much surprise. Maybe all of them really were blank...
Sighing, he placed it back in the gap where it belonged. "If this doesn't turn out so well, maybe we can get to know some of the other members... After all, this is a strange place with strange people," Komaeda chuckled, eyes scanning the binders of the books. Some... weren't even people, huh... "I'd say to treat it like you did on the island! Except I won't be able to give you tips or tidbits of information."
His eyes landed on a book with a brilliant green cover, fairly reminiscent of Hinata's scales from the mermaid room. He reached for it as soon as he spot it, drawn by the color.
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Post by luna on Aug 9, 2016 20:40:34 GMT -5
Hinata huffed. "This place creeps me out more than the island, if I'm being honest. I mean, in the blatantly cheesy haunted house kind of way. The island is just unnerving." He took one book out carefully, wiping the dust away, and flipped through holding one thumb over the pages and letting them fall to the other side. A little disappointed but not surprised to find it blank, he placed it back where it was formerly sitting. "I guess that only makes this place even more unpredictable," he merely sighed. "But maybe there are people who have been here longer than us."
His eyes catching on the bright green book a few binders over, he took a slight step forward to grab it so he could comb it's contents. Probably blank, though, like the rest of them. Hinata glanced back over to look at the rest of the shelf for a few seconds, trusting his hand to take the right book.
And then his hand landed on something cold, and his head turned fast to see he had grasped Komaeda's hand instead of the book. Hinata's mind simply went blank. This was happening? Right now? He struggled to keep his soul intact with his body.
..Why was his hand so cold?
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Post by Ver Million on Aug 9, 2016 20:42:57 GMT -5
"Ya got a point there," Lancer confessed amiably. Aiming his gaze towards the hallway, his curiosity began to grow. Maybe the hallway led them to an exit. Slowly, he began walking towards the hallway, beckoning Aoba to follow him. "C'mon, let's find some information!"
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Post by Aoba on Aug 9, 2016 20:48:16 GMT -5
Aoba hesitated for a moment, not really knowing if it was a good idea to just wander around. Though, this was the best way to gather information without talking to someone. He hurried after Lancer, not wanting to get left behind. He figured now was a good enough time to just talk. "So... what were you doing before you came here?" He asked, his eyes studying the hallways before fixating on Lancer's face.
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 9, 2016 20:56:35 GMT -5
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Nagisa blinked in with a cheesecake in her tiny Charlotte hands. She glanced around but shrugged and continued to eat. She gobbled it up and transformed into her magical girl form, sitting with her legs crossed over the other on a chair. She had grown numb to the Paradox House and how she was somehow transported there. She was not, however, used to the danger of the place. The living room she was good with but the other rooms not so much.
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Post by Ver Million on Aug 9, 2016 21:01:03 GMT -5
Slowing down his pace so Aoba can catch up to him, Lancer began quietly humming to himself. "Mm?" Surprise crossed his features, unsure if he should tell Aoba about his world. Well...it's not like he's in the Holy Grail War or anything like that... "Meeting my master...since I'm a Heroic Spirit and all..." He simply explained, trying not to sound hesitant.
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Post by bright knight on Aug 9, 2016 21:06:03 GMT -5
"At least we had Usami to guide us on the island. Here, we have... no one but strangers, really," Komaeda admitted, a sheepish laugh passing his lips. He fell silent soon thereafter, losing himself in his thoughts for the time being, which mostly consisted of the house and how similar it could be to the island.
Which was why he was taken off guard when he felt something warm grab his hand.
A sharp gasp left him as his eyes darted to the hand holding his, slowly trailing down the arm to the face of Hinata. "Aha..." Komaeda forced himself to offer a small laugh, trying to distract himself from the heat that flooded into his face and ears. "Guess we tried to grab the same book, huh...?" His voice was weak, and he couldn't bring himself to look Hinata in the eye, instead training his focus on the bookcase before them. He felt the blood pounding in his ears, and all he could think about how embarrassing it was. How... unlucky... it was...
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Post by Aoba on Aug 9, 2016 21:07:29 GMT -5
"Heroic Spirit?" Aoba echoed, not sure what that was. He considered that maybe they were from different places, different parts of the world, maybe. He had never left his home on the island, so he didn't really know much about anything outside of it. He hoped Lancer would at least explain what he meant by "Heroic Spirit."
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Post by Ver Million on Aug 9, 2016 21:22:16 GMT -5
"Yeah...it's kinda complicated," Lancer mumbled, not wanting to reveal his true identity. That would cause some issues. "Heroic spirits are basically legendary heroes of sorts. We're summoned by humans, and we serve them to help them with their cause."
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Post by Aoba on Aug 9, 2016 21:29:17 GMT -5
He nodded, making a sound of understanding. "Ah... so you're a hero?" He asked, a smile returning to his face. He got a bit nostalgic, Lancer reminded him a lot of Koujaku. It kind of made Aoba more at ease with him.
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Post by luna on Aug 9, 2016 21:42:01 GMT -5
Hinata finally came out of his reverie as Komaeda spoke and snapped his hand away. "I-I'm sorry," he murmured quickly, not looking at Komaeda to not even notice his own embarrassment. "I wasn't paying attention." Quietly surprised Komaeda did not move his own hand himself, he left the emerald book for him and busied himself by grabbing another book.
...Why. Surely this was the house's doing.
As he opened the book, it was quiet for another moment before Hinata abruptly blurted. "So, er, why is.. why is your hand so cold?" Damn it. The student kept his eyes trained on the pages, knowing this was a weird question. Maybe his hands were just unusually warm? Or something?
It was also weird why Hinata was suddenly tempted to hold his. ..Again. If you could consider something as awkward as that handholding.
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Post by Ver Million on Aug 9, 2016 21:42:38 GMT -5
"Heh, yup!" Lancer answered, flashing a friendly grin at Aoba, "What's your story?" He halted for a moment when his eyes laid upon the numerous doors. Mystified, he skeptically held onto his spear.
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Post by Aoba on Aug 9, 2016 21:48:34 GMT -5
Aoba blushed a little, though he didn't really know why. Maybe it was just his smile...? He quickly pushed the thought out of his head, and answered the question. "I had just gotten home from seeing Ren in the hospital. I had been relaxing on my bed, and suddenly I was here." He explained, not fully going into detail about it, though there was more to it than that. He stopped once the other man did, and noticed he had grabbed onto his spear. He looked around, not seeing any obvious danger, so he decided not to ask about it.
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Post by bright knight on Aug 9, 2016 21:53:30 GMT -5
"It's fine! You made a mistake, that's all," Komaeda laughed off Hinata's worries, going ahead and grabbing the green book off the shelf. He hesitated, absentmindedly brushing the dust off of the cover. Quietly, he thought about how warm his hand had been, and how it was surprisingly pleasant to hold hands with him.
Of course, the thought of holding hands only made him grow even more flustered.
Looking away from Hinata to preserve what dignity he had left, he began to thumb through the pages. Blank. Despite that, he continued to look through the book, as it made him look busy, and not zoning out to think about how nice Hinata was.
Komaeda's attention was drawn to his classmate once more, laughing quietly at his question. "...I don't know. I'm just naturally cold, I guess." Maybe it had to do with the fact he was ill, maybe it had to do with the fact he was as good as dead...
...But Hinata didn't need to know that.
A frown appeared on his face, his hand resting on a blank page. He could feel the warmth in his face dying down, which he guessed was the one good thing that come from that thought.
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Post by Ver Million on Aug 9, 2016 21:59:17 GMT -5
"Huh? Is your buddy alright?" Lancer asked hopefully, looking rather concerned. Did this Ren get into a fight or something? Shaking away his thoughts, his gaze returned to the doors. "Oi, should we check them out?"
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Post by Aoba on Aug 9, 2016 22:03:15 GMT -5
"Yes, Ren is fine. Some things happened back home and he got hurt." While that wasn't entirely true, it was the best explanation Aoba could give. After Lancer asked the question, he looked at the doors. None of them were marked, or seemed different from each other in any way. It was... unnerving. "Well... sure. You take the lead." He said.
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Post by bright knight on Aug 9, 2016 22:08:40 GMT -5
"I guess so." Naegi decided to just agree with her, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. It was nice to know that some people-- or should he say some dragons?-- appreciated him for just being... him, and not as a person who got into a prestigious school by pure chance.
He blinked in surprise as Chamomile mentioned she wasn't highly praised for her skill, wondering why they wouldn't appreciate such a vital person. After all, if there was no doctors or nurses, the death rate would surely skyrocket. "Even if you help the weaker and lower dragons, aren't you helping them? Saving their lives and saving their family members from experiencing despair..." A gentle smile came to his face, eyes shut in thought. "...I think that's wonderful. Amazing, even." After all, he was just a normal boy who couldn't do something of that caliber...
"...Sorry! I got carried away there. Um... sorry if you got bored or anything," Naegi laughed sheepishly, deciding to move on before things could get awkward. "Earth magic? You can do that?" Magic only existed in fairy tales in his world, so this was a big surprise to him. "For special cases? What do you mean?" Like... life or death situations...?
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Post by Ver Million on Aug 9, 2016 22:20:41 GMT -5
"Glad to hear that," Lancer remarked solemnly, cautiously approaching the nearest door. 'Course. Just stay...wait a minute. Do you know how to fight?" He asked, anxious that Aoba might get hurt in the room.
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Post by Aoba on Aug 9, 2016 22:25:51 GMT -5
Aoba smiled at him, nodding. "I can handle myself." He replied, understanding Lancer's worry. Even if he couldn't really fight, he could rely on his power, Scrap. But, only if he really needed to.
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