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Who: Ryuji Sakamoto (nomorules) and Jean Kirstein (angewiesen).
Where: Floor 2, room 104.
When: Feb. 17th.
Rating: PG for gross teen boys?
Summary: Jean and Ryuji are roommates, so that's a thing these days. Check your "X days since the last domestic dispute/bonding moment/argument over likelihood of wireless devices being Satan's creation" sign.
The Story:
[Moving into Jean's second floor had only taken a day or so, but two months later sometimes it's still an adventure navigating the hodgepodge of clashing cultural heritage and the anachronistic debris two minds can produce. The end product is a frankensteinian living space, a blend of two worlds that probably wouldn't work if they were anywhere other than Wonderland.
But they are in Wonderland and they compromise. Ryuji's room is as it was upstairs and at home--the very picture of a teenager's bedroom in the era of the 2000s, a low wooden platform bed occupying a corner, stacks of sports paraphernalia and comic books all around. He'd gotten more than one pair of slick shades for Christmas and when not in use he leaves hanging on a lampshade.
The shared spaces are where Ryuji has deigned to let Jean keep some of his old timey barbarian aesthetic in play, with the large couch being an exception. Ryuji currently resides in it, legs swung over and dangling off the end. Freshly showered after a round of training, he's enjoying chugging down a fresh, fizzy drink with a speed that seems like an instant stomachache in the making. Once the contents of the bottle have disappeared down his gullet to parts unknown, he releases a self-satisfied burp, he moves to toss the empty into the trash bin. It hits the rim and bounces.
No one said he's the most decorous homeowner.]
Ugh. Best two out of three.
nomorules) and Jean Kirstein (angewiesen).Where: Floor 2, room 104.
When: Feb. 17th.
Rating: PG for gross teen boys?
Summary: Jean and Ryuji are roommates, so that's a thing these days. Check your "X days since the last domestic dispute/bonding moment/argument over likelihood of wireless devices being Satan's creation" sign.
The Story:
[Moving into Jean's second floor had only taken a day or so, but two months later sometimes it's still an adventure navigating the hodgepodge of clashing cultural heritage and the anachronistic debris two minds can produce. The end product is a frankensteinian living space, a blend of two worlds that probably wouldn't work if they were anywhere other than Wonderland.
But they are in Wonderland and they compromise. Ryuji's room is as it was upstairs and at home--the very picture of a teenager's bedroom in the era of the 2000s, a low wooden platform bed occupying a corner, stacks of sports paraphernalia and comic books all around. He'd gotten more than one pair of slick shades for Christmas and when not in use he leaves hanging on a lampshade.
The shared spaces are where Ryuji has deigned to let Jean keep some of his old timey barbarian aesthetic in play, with the large couch being an exception. Ryuji currently resides in it, legs swung over and dangling off the end. Freshly showered after a round of training, he's enjoying chugging down a fresh, fizzy drink with a speed that seems like an instant stomachache in the making. Once the contents of the bottle have disappeared down his gullet to parts unknown, he releases a self-satisfied burp, he moves to toss the empty into the trash bin. It hits the rim and bounces.
No one said he's the most decorous homeowner.]
Ugh. Best two out of three.
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[Ryuji was a wild animal by comparison. Jean leaned over and picked up his trash with the tips of his fingers, like it had just been in the jaws of a slobbering dog, and flicked it into their garbage bin. Aside from that, there was also a trail of clothes leading from the front door and snaking around the couch to end at their bathroom. It made the room smell like sweat.]
Pick your shit up. [A phrase Jean was getting a lot of use out of lately.] I'm not touching your dirty socks.
[Since when did he turn into his commanding officer? Jean sighed, and stepped over a damp tank top to fiddle with their Gamestation. He couldn't remember what game they'd left in it. Was it the car racing one, or the monster fighting one? He still had yet to beat Ryuji at any of them, which made it a point of contention for him. Sometimes he'd even practice on his own to try and get "gud".]
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[Ryuji's head popped up from behind the couch, visible from the eyebrows up, the protest clear from the way his eyebrows were drawn together mullishly. Oh, sure, Jean could leave his clothes around, but not Ryuji when he got back from a fresh stint at the gym. It's not like they smelled.
... All right, it wasn't like they smelled that bad. Not unless you got real close.
Luckily for Jean, he didn't seem the type to put a handkerchief over his hair, get down on all fours, and handwash the floors, though sometimes Ryuji wondered if he'd do it just to prove he wore the more disciplined pants in the family.]
What'd those socks ever do to you? [Besides be a stinky eyesore.] Okay, okay, I will.
[...]
Later.
[He was enjoying his post-shower relaxation, okay? Picking up would involve getting up off the couch, and he was content right where he was, watching Jean pick his way across the living room.]
I never thought I'd see the day you willingly picked up a controller. There's hope for you yet. Once you get the gaming bug, there's no going back.
[He can still kick your ass, though, heheh.]
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[It looked like Monster Island was still in the Gamestation. Good, that's what he wanted to play. Something about fighting off giant monsters with only the weapons and armor you could cobble together at the forge resonated with Jean. Basically, it was his life, with the stakes lowered down to nothing, and the spectacle cranked up to 11.]
I still haven't found a Ragealos Gem. [He explained to Ryuji and he grabbed a controller and sat down.] I need one to upgrade my weapons.
[Jean liked the Bug Lance. He had the most fun bringing monsters down from high up on their backs.]
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[His smirk is amused, morphing into a wide, teasing smile as he lifts his legs at a 180 degree angle and reaches for his feet, stretching his back until something gives with an audible pop. Ah, that's better.]
You're always upgradin' your weapons, though, 'cause your guy has like no attack power.
[Rolling onto his side to watch the proceedings, Ryuji quickly falls into one of his favorite real life avatars: backseat gamer.
Needless to say, Ryuji prefers to play his runs by selecting the strongest attacker possible and plowing through levels. There's many a abandoned game from getting stuck on puzzle problems.]
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[If that were truly possible. Ryuji had a serious case of BO after he was done with his daily workout, and Jean wasn't much better. If they both didn't pick up after themselves, they were likely to fumigate the apartment on accident.]
I can, uh-- grind, while I'm... Farming. [He still has to think for a second to remember the terminology he's been taught.] I don't mind. Fighting the Ragealos is fun.
[He felt kinda bad when he had to fight smaller monsters, because it was kinda unfair for the little guys, but the Ragealos? That giant bastard deserved his fate. He'd been killed by the guy so many time already.]
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All right, mom. I'll do it, I'll do it!
[... In a bit. Jean heckling him to do it quickly just makes him want to delay. Because he's a self-sufficient adult living in a mature and capable fashion with his bro, of course.
Oh god, but if Jean is a mom, Ryuji is a proud dad right now. Listen to that gamer lingo. Jean gets a finger gun for every bit of jargon he gets right... or close enough to be in the ballpark.]
Figures you'd be the type to grind for five hours and not break a sweat. [Why are they talking about sweat so much today, gross...] Who has time for that? Not me! I can't stand it.
[He sits up a little straighter. He usually likes to participate rather than play the observer, but sometimes it's fun watching the little groove form between Jean's brows when he's really concentrating.]
You gotta be close to gettin' it by now.
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[At first, Jean had one hell of a hard time with the controller. It was just so unlike any piece of technology he'd ever had to use. Control sticks? There wasn't an analog even close to that in his world. It took a long time of just screwing around in a Mario-type platforming game for his hands to get used to the feel of it.]
[And then all the games used different buttons for different things! Jean was kind of impressed how Ryuji could remember what did what so easily.]
There he is. Asshole. [Jean has found the Ragealos nest! It's a large, wyvern-like monster with a thick, scaly carapace. And it's fucking pissed.] Gimme the gem this time...
[He knew that it was a rare drop, but he didn't know the exact probabilities of it dropping. The mansion wasn't about to give him a guide exact enough to help him there.]
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[He'd laughed through each and every of Jean's aches and pains and newly minted thumb callouses, but honestly: proudest dad. At times like these Jean could be mistaken for a normal kid. (Now if only they could get him out of his grandpa attire and into a hoodie or some of Ryuji's sneakers, really class this act up...)
Sliding from the couch in a lazy, serpentine move that involved staying in contact with the couch until gravity took command and forced him to disengage, he took his backseat gaming to the front seat, settling cross-legged beside Jean. For all his teasing of the other boy's technique, Ryuji hadn't been able to beat this game; he was interested in seeing how far he could go.]
Oh, get 'im, get 'im! [If he were still holding the bottle, he'd be waving it at the screen in instant enthrallment.] Watch out, it's gonna squash you flat!
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[The Ragealos barely gives a second of telegraphing before he swipes his tail at the player character. It's covered in venomous barbs, and Jean gets knocked back. His HP bar turns purple.]
Shit! [He rolls away to get some distance between him and the monster.] I have to drink an antidote...
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There! Go that way!
--Oh, never mind, he whooped your ass.
[Barely two minutes in and this is already looking grim. Come on, Jean, buddy, turn it around. It's heresy to restart a fight before you get a game over "game over" screen in Ryuji's playbook--you've earned that screen when you've given it all you've got. There's nothing for it but to keep going.]
It's not over until the bug boy screams. Keep it cool, Kirstein.
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[He's died to residual poison damage too many times to lose due to a status ailment again. He gets far enough away from the monster to heal himself, and then jumps back into the fray.]
The real problem is the time limit! If it runs away, it takes too long to find again. So I'm gonna break it's wings first this time.
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[It's much easier to throw Jean some shade over his reaction time in games. Outside games, he's as fast with his 3D maneuvering gear as Ryuji is on his feet.]
... You know, you might have an easier time if you weren't bippin' and boppin' every time you do somethin'. People usually save the full body experience for DDR, just sayin'.
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[As if the game could read his mind. That would make all this so much easier. Anyways, once he's healed, he goes back into the fray, aiming for the Ragealos' wings.]
There! I tore the membrane! Now it can't run away!
[All the better, now that he only has five more minutes to kill the thing.]
take a drink every time i switched tenses in this thread
Note to self: get Wii Sports Resort next time I'm diggin' in the closet.
[MotionPlus was made for Jean.]
--Whoa! Whoa, whoa!
[Hold that thought. As he speaks, a fair wind starts to blow. Gaming stars start to align. Pieces start to fall into place. Is this it? Jean's big moment? Could he be about to--?]
Yo, you got this now! [... He says, while passionately screaming at the television, as you go. Non-gamers just don't understand the suspense.] Get 'im!
have you ever noticed /my/ tenses? lol
[Not the smartest of moves, but dammit, he was ending this here and now! Praise be to the gaming gods, Jean gets a lucky mount with his Bug Lance, and just as he jabs at the monster's head with it-- a victory fanfare sounds!]
Is that it? [Jean seems baffled, but... It has to be! It's falling down! It's dead! He won!] Dude! I got him! Yes!
[He can't throw his controller in victory just yet though, he still has to carve the wyvern up for parts, and hope to get a gem!]
we can screw consistency together, lmao
Yeah!
[Going in on your last leg guns a-blazing? It's no shock Ryuji supports the operation, seeing as how it's the philosophy he lives his life by.]
About damn time.
[He means that in the most shit-eating, congratulatory way. He holds his fist out expectantly. Fist bumps were an early feature in Jean's education--give him some love, monster slayer.]
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[Then he notices Ryuji holding out his fist. It takes him a second, but he figures out what's expected of him here in a second.]
Really? That? [Jean rolls his eyes. But he ultimately complies, and gives Ryuji a respectable fist bump. There, happy now?]
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[Come on, don't leave him hanging! They're celebrating!]
Your weenie bug guy won the day. It deserves one.
[Jean gets his gem, Ryuji gets his fist bump, everyone gets what they want. Yes, he's happy.]
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[Once the loot foraging time ifs up, a giant flying lizard comes down from the sky with a rope attached to it's legs, which the character grabs, and loading screen comes up as it ferries him back to base.]
Here, I'll show you.
[Once the loading time is over, Jean beelines for the armory, and he orders the helm. There's another short animation, and then, ta-da! Jean equips the full armor set. It looks awesome, especially the headpiece, which is shaped like a dragon's head.]
Now I can't be hurt by fire anymore!
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[But he doesn't sound put out--the opposite. It's kind of adorable how excited Jean is about video games these days, but don't tell him that.
Ryuji does indeed watch, partly because this isn't an achievement he and his impatient attention have managed to accomplish himself. All right, he has to admit, the dragon style is pretty cool. And he's not just saying that because of his own fire resistance.]
Look at you now! You're almost a proper kid! [Apparently a fist bump wasn't enough, as Ryuji now reaches over and slaps Jean's shoulder.] Now if we could just get you out of the grandpa clothes and into a proper track suit...
[#aesthetic]
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[Despite all his declarations of maturity, he still enjoys a jocular smack over the back of his shoulders. It reminds him of his days in training, back when things were way more simple, and they were just boys being boys.]
These aren't grandpa clothes. Why do you keep saying that? [He looks down at his clothes, similar to what he wears every day.] They're practical. I don't want to look like a canary like you do.
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Suuuure you are. A big, tough man! I get it.
[A big, tough man with the fashion sense of an old man, ayup.]
'Cause they are. [But a canary, really?] Are you sure? I think I still have a bottle of dye kickin' around, we could fix you up, breath some life into that hairdo.
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[Jean will continue to cut and shave his own undercut, thank you very much. His hairline may be uneven, but it's not like he looks at the back of his head all that often anyways.]
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[How is he supposed to blind his enemies if they can't see his perpetual bedhead from space?
He passes a hand through the blond spikes in question. They don't budge. Needless to say, he doesn't need much product to keep his hair looking like a hedgehog has chosen to nest on his head.]
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[Jean was almost afraid to touch it. Would he get stuck like a cactus?]