http://oneman-onekill.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
oneman-onekill.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
damned_institute2011-02-28 12:37 am
oneman-onekill.livejournal.com) wrote in damned_institute2011-02-28 12:37 am
Entry tags:
Night 54: Waiting Room/Lobby 1
[from here]
As he walked into the waiting room, Niikura nearly closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable sound of several guns or so cocking, or maniacal laughter, or the door suddenly closing behind him and locking him in. None of that happened, but, he told himself (There had been no tinge of disappointment. None.), the danger had hardly passed.
He took several, slow, measured steps into the room and then spun around quickly on his heel, fixing Mike with a piercing stare.
"Alright." He suddenly glanced to the side, flicking his flashlight toward the door on his left. When someone failed to barge in after several seconds, he whipped his head and the flashlight back and resumed staring at Mike. "What was that all about just now, Mike-san?" Niikura's voice had lost its usual lightheartedness; now, just as it had only seconds ago, it sounded flat and almost...accusatory.
As he walked into the waiting room, Niikura nearly closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable sound of several guns or so cocking, or maniacal laughter, or the door suddenly closing behind him and locking him in. None of that happened, but, he told himself (There had been no tinge of disappointment. None.), the danger had hardly passed.
He took several, slow, measured steps into the room and then spun around quickly on his heel, fixing Mike with a piercing stare.
"Alright." He suddenly glanced to the side, flicking his flashlight toward the door on his left. When someone failed to barge in after several seconds, he whipped his head and the flashlight back and resumed staring at Mike. "What was that all about just now, Mike-san?" Niikura's voice had lost its usual lightheartedness; now, just as it had only seconds ago, it sounded flat and almost...accusatory.
no subject
Especially since that flash of memory seemed to be his. Who'd torture a normal kid like that? Although that begged to ask how Niikura managed to get all his fingers and shit back. Mike could clearly remember that some were missing. He had experience with limb loss already, after all.
The former turtle took a step back, putting his hand up to show that he was unarmed. "Didn't poke on purpose. If you're forgettin', we're test subjects now. Whatever the shell just happened coulda been because of that." Then, he paused for a moment, and looked confused. "... wait. You think I'm with them?"
no subject
He twiddled his fingers experimentally and then made a fist, laughing. "Don't get too scared now, Mike-san; I'm not gonna kill ya. I'm just lookin' for the truth." Killing Mike wouldn't serve any purpose, mostly because he wasn't sure if he'd come back as he normally did. And Niikura knew that no matter what, he had to stay alive, at least until he got back into Japan - his Japan.
no subject
And so they were going to fight because Niikura suddenly grew a set of paranoid balls. Bit paranoid balls. Maybe he was even trippin'. Mike wasn't used to his body, putting him at a disadvantage. But Niikura was far younger than him, which meant he was less experienced. Even a trained kid couldn't replace almost fifty years of martial arts training and experience.
"Knock it off with the paranoid shit. You're edging in on my turf."
/SO LATE DDD:
The teen took a step forward. "The hell are you talkin' about? Paranoid? Call it 'cautious', will ya?" He sighed. "Look, all ya gotta do is tell me. I don't like fightin' for information in such a distasteful way, but I'll do it if I have to."
Niikura reversed his grip on his flashlight, pointing the bulb behind him. "'Sides, protectin' evil...I definitely can't overlook that."
/FOREVER REPLIES LATE AS WELL
"Paranoid," Mike replied, watching him cautiously. "Paranoid and stupid. I'm older than you, kid. And I don't wanna fight."
He didn't. Niikura had been a good source of information, interesting to hang out with. Had Mike been from a different life, maybe he would have even called the teenager fun. But he wasn't, so it really didn't matter.
"Whatever this is, I ain't had it before tonight," Mike continued, frowning a bit more than usual; then, he blinked. "... Kind to think of it. Didn't they just say they did something to the food?"
Shell, how could anything give him mutant powers? Oh, wait. He was already a mutant. But now he was human. Latent abilities? What kind of crappy superpower was that? Mind reading, activated by touch.
Lame. Also, not very useful to keep him from getting his brain smashed in. Who knew how well this kid could fight.
...this backthread will last forever, won't it?
Of course, he didn't say so regularly, so maybe he could cut some slack. Just this once. (If it had been Gant he'd been talking to, no such privilege.)
With a sigh, Niikura began walking forward steadily until there wasn't more than a meter or so between him and Mike. The flashlight still dangled at his side. "...ya know," he said suddenly, "before I beat ya half to death or vice versa - I don't think that's gonna happen, but ya know, just to be fair - I gotta know..." His usual, smug smile was beginning to creep back onto his face.
"Didja like it? That little glimpse of my awesome, epic life?"
PROBABLY. S-Should we even start with breakfast yet? XD
It didn't take a fight to know that. Mike was sizing Niikura up, and Niikura was doing the same in his own way. This would not end pretty. Obviously, the whole "normal teenager" thing had been a complete front.
As for the question, Mike actually stared at him--was the kid fucking kidding? "You were bein' tortured. What part of that is 'awesome'?"
FFF soon D:
"Man, people just don't understand drama anymore," Niikura said with a despairing shake of the head. "What could be more awesome than a man sacrificin' himself for all that he holds dear, and takin' his secrets to the grave? Ya know, if you're gonna poke around in someone's head - especially mine - ya should make sure you're gonna appreciate what you find."
In one step, Niikura had closed the distance between them, but it wasn't the flashlight that he had upraised, not this time.
"Maybe ya just need to see the bigger picture!" With those words, he brought his left hand down, seeking to plaster it flatly onto Mike's forehead. He didn't have anything to hide; bring it on, Aguilar, Landel, one-armed-agent-of-the-aforementioned, whatever!
D8 Yeah.
He knew an attack was coming, so he wasn't completely taken aback by the suddenness of the strike. Niikura had been pretty much telegraphing his intent all along. But the kid was fast.
Mike just barely dodged the attempt to slap his forehead. Unconventional, but skilled. The worst kind of enemy.
No more time for words. Just action and reaction. Mike stumbled to the side, not quite catching his balance from the sudden dodge in this new body. He barely managed to get off a retaliatory kick.
no subject
He'd been planning to follow up with the flashlight regardless of whether he'd hit Mike or not, but the kick called for a shift in approach. Pivoting, Niikura spun around Mike's leg, hooking it underneath his arm, and then twisted to let the man continue forward, trying to send him sprawling onto the floor.
[ooc: should we just end it after this round, then?]