Capsule 012 💊 | Video

[rassera]

[This is a really...odd question to ask. And Kaneda knows it. But something's been on his mind as of late, especially with his new job working out the way it is. Boredom begets creativity, and thus the feed opens up to our favourite biker teen sitting at his desk in Neo Tokyo, sliding back and forth on his rolling stool as he plays with a thumbtack.

Poking his skin lightly with the tip. It makes no impression, and it's as if it were going into silly putty rather than actual skin.]


Does...anyone know where to get something that can block my powers? I don't know, like a magic bracelet or something?

[He has his reasons.


He totally has his reasons.]


I want a tattoo.


[They're related, honest.]

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[douchebag]

Damn right.

[ Felix is hardly a role model and sure doesn't want to be one. But this is something he feels pretty strongly about. ]

It's—[ He glances sideways toward his shoulder. It's an involuntary movement. He doesn't need to see it, he already knows what's there. ] Like flames, you know?One of those thick black tribal designs.

[rassera]

[To be fair, a rock could be a better role model than the ones he got back home.]

No way.

That's AWESOME.

So does it like cover the whole arm? I'm thinking of doing that. Like here--[He points to his wrists, trailing it up to around his left pec.]--to here.

[douchebag]

[ He laughs a little, slightly caught up in the enthusiasm despite himself. ]

Yeah. From my wrist to my neck. Got a little carried away, though, so I've got plans to follow the pattern kind of...

[ Holding out the phone a little, he gestures with his free hand down the left side of his chest and side to his hip. ]

...all the way down.

[rassera]

[Never underestimate teenage boys.]

Whoa, so you're just gonna add on to it whenever you feel like it? Guess that's kind of 'changing' it, in a way.

Pretty cool.


...

How much did that hurt? I can take pain, but it's good to know just what I'm signing up for, yeah?

[douchebag]

Yeah. Figure in a month or two, it'll be done.

[ Because Felix has a lot of time on his hands, a lot of money, and nothing better to do. ]

You ever been scratched by a cat? Kind of like that. You feel it, but it doesn't really hurt unless it's over bone. And even then... [ He shrugs. ] I'm not the best judge. Getting shot and stabbed hurts a hell of a lot worse than getting a tattoo. Compared to that, it's barely noticeable.

[rassera]

[Hey when in Rome, right?]

God damn, don't even get me started on gunshots. Those bruises last forever.


But as long as it's not that, I should be okay.

[douchebag]

Yeah, man. If you've been shot, you've got nothing to worry about. Half the time I didn't even feel mine.

[rassera]

...You know, kinda says something when we both know what that feels like.


[At least it's one less thing to worry about. ...Not that he worries.]


Name's Kaneda.

[douchebag]

[ Felix lifts an eyebrow. ]

Life's a shitty mess? [ Then he smiles. ] Felix. Nice to meet you, Kaneda.

[rassera]

Felix...[His accent has a slight hard time with that one, but at least it's not the horrific mess that is Sabriel.]

You got that right. But there's little good spots, so you take em, yannow? I like to think of myself as an optimist.

[douchebag]

[ It's close enough for Felix. And he'd rather hear a mangled version of his chosen name than any version of his real one. ]

Yeah. Guess it isn't all bad. [ At least, it wasn't. Before. ] Between the two of us, though, I'm happy to name you the resident optimist. Saw too much shit to manage it very well.

[rassera]

Works for me! I can't handle the broodiness or anything, so I'll leave that to you.


Those lines on your face work perfect for it!


[Don't be a shithead, Kaneda.]

[douchebag]

Lines?

[ One of Felix's eyebrows rise. ]

I'm thirty-six, not ninety-six. I don't have that many wrinkles. Jesus Christ.

[rassera]

[It's not you, Felix. He says that to people at 25.]

Hahahaha!

Ease up, old man, you'll make more!

[douchebag]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

Sure, kid. Have fun getting your tattoo, yeah?

[rassera]

Heh, no problems there.

[Just wait, kid. You're in for a rude awakening of itchiness and peeling skin.]

I'll show you when it's done, yeah?

[douchebag]

Sure. Looking forward to it.