Fifth Bell | Electric Boogaloo | Video | Evening

[ktfod]

[Feed's on an to many, there's Akihiko there, standing infront of a mirror in what looks like a- grungy as hell, dark public bathroom. The sort of bathroom that casts everything in yellow and it's hard to say if it's the lightning in the place or just- the walls having been caked with something you don't want to know anything about.

But otherwise, it looks like a boy. Late teens, shirtless, fit. Grey, short hair, grey eyes- but the most eye catching thing is the blood down his nose and the swollen skin under his right eye. Blood even more so trailing down the side of his face from what- looks like a long slit cut open in his face along his brow. Anyone that's been hit hard enough knows the cut was probably put there on purpose. Better to drain the blood.]

[He's leaning in, using his tattoo to activate video in the mirror. Audio would've worked two but it really didn't matter. He leans to clean up his face a bit, grabbing his own jaw, taking a look at his teeth.]

I was reminded of something. [Breath heavy, still dripping in sweat. There's bandages on his hands, red seeping through at the knuckles.] I'm not sure if anyone's said anything about it yet. I really haven't been looking.

But the lightning before. [A sigh, looking a little annoyed. With good reason, that whole- ordeal was really annoying.] It wasn't just some storm. It was artificial. I figured it was a good idea to say something but it only just struck me now. Not only wasn't it artificial, but when it was happening- I-

[Stands up again, a thoughtful look on his mostly blank and battered face. He holds a cloth under his nose before lowering it and looking down at it.] I knew when it'd happen next, when it'd strike, what days.

It was like it was all planned out. Does anyone else know anymore?

[A pause, staring for a moment. Oh right.]

I guess there's been new arrivals too. Welcome. [He guesses.] You can call me Sanada.

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[ktfod]

[He will. Just after, home, and clean up, and probably bandages.]

Got that going? Yeah, I guess someone would've then, considering how it all happened. I'm not sure if it was an imPort though, if I knew someone else with an ability like mine- but the things that happened when people were struck?--

I don't- [A breath.] I'm not sure. [Grasping his chin, looking down thoughtfully.]

[hoboagogo]

[he nods... and really, doesn't have much to offer on it. because they're pretty much floundering in the dark on it all. It could be a power, it could be technology, and the motive could be anything from sowing animosity to just-for-fun.]

...Guess we'll only know when someone puzzles out whoever's responsible.

[ktfod]

[He had an answer that only made more questions, he's realizing that now after saying anything, but there's nothing he can do about it. Frustrating. Maybe searching out a source for something that feels similar is a good idea.]

Yeah, though if I can help out I plan to. I can make time for this, especially since I'm the one who brought this up. Better finishing it.

[hoboagogo]

[A faint smirk.] Just don't get yourself in too much trouble. If you get hit by that shit again, I might not be able to wrangle you the whole time.

[ktfod]

[A nervous laugh, brows furrowing. he glances down. Ugh it was all- really embarrassing.]

-Like I said, I'm sorry about all that. I didn't mean to treat you- tch. [Sighs.]

[hoboagogo]

[it's okay, Shinji clearly finds it kind of funny in hindsight.]

Yeah, well, just think of some way to make up for it.

[ktfod]

[A frown, moving to step back from the mirror now.]

Yeah, all right. I'll be heading back now. [And out of this shame, ugh... Though Shinjiro will probably mess with him more when he gets home.]

[President... damnit.]

[hoboagogo]

Alright. I'll see you when you get back, alright?

[Oh, he plans on it. he's earned this.]

[ktfod]

Yeah. [Click.]

[Ugh.]