YAF !nmVOHsTRd. 2008/09/01 (Mon) 15:48 No. 18134 ▼
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[x] "Yeah, very blender my shoeshine cellular." Shrug. "Scooter my daisyheads."
This doesn't make any fucking sense, this situation, neither that blabbering military faggot. Alright, maybe you shouldn't have entered this building just like that, without anyone's permission, but hell, the doors were open, and that bathrobe queer said you'd like it there, so... Wait, more importantly, what the hell is up with this interrogation? Is this some sort of military instalattion, that every intruder has to be squeezed like a sponge to spit out everything? And what's up with those bunny-eared guys? Where the hell are they now? Oh wait, no doubt, they're waiting for another innocent girl to fall into their trap. This place is fucked up, definitely, fucking fucked up.
The 'scientist' urges you to answer. Getting tired of this silence, aren't we? Well then, you SHALL have your answer.
"Yeah, very blender my shoeshine cellular." you shrug "Scooter my daisyheads." after a second of thought, you add "Very melon."
For a moment, there's no reaction from neither of them. Of course, well, no matter how nonsensical that guy's bullshit is, yours was... well, completely random. At least his had a lingering hint of logic somewhere beneath the mess of words... No matter, fight with a sword, die by the sword, as they say.
"Rozen." scientist speaks, looking at his dumbfounded partner "Would you mind leaving us here alone for a minute? Ah, and I'd suggest you to take care of a... little intrusion in sector R, if you will."
"No, ma'am! Maybe later!"
His words are contradicting with his action, as he obediently stands up and quietly leaves the room, closing the sliding plastic door behind him. Okay, one down, one to go. The condenation of insanity in this room just fell by 50%, now it's time to get rid of the remaining half.
Which, to your suprise, visibly relaxes after his precedesor's departure. So much that he has decided to take off the weirdass helmet while you were looking away. Ugh, this is certainly, NOT a nice sight. Well, it might've been one, if he was a woman, but a man in his fourties, with a grey goatee, waving around an equally grey braid is NOT something you'd like to watch for entertainment. What's this show for?
"Your words were rude." he says while sitting down at the same spot his partner in crime was occupying not so long ago "But I understand you were... confused by my colleague's behaviour. He's not quite right under the ceiling, long story."
You let your tense arms relax a bit after he turns off the malicious lamp. Hey, at least it's not hurting your eyes anymore. It still does feel like an interrogation though.
"Still, I must ask you this, as much as I hate to question such a cute girl." you smack your tongue at that unexpected - and unneeded - compliment. Does he think flattery is going to get him somewhere? Can you get even more full of shit, mister scientist? "Our clinic is closed today, only open for the staff. What were you doing inside? I think it was clearly stated in our advertisement that on thursday, we are off duty."
While his words are harsh, his smile is heartening. So much you're expecting yet another bullshit soft soap to come out of fucking nowhere.
Wait, did he say 'clinic'? Yeah, this place has that certain feel... and smeel of hospital, but who the hell would build a hospital in the middle of a thick-ass forest? Shouldn't it be, uh, closer to the village? And as far as you can remember, you couldn't see the village from the spot where you popped out of the 'elevator'. Come to think of it, your misadventures have been getting more and more jacked up with every damn minute, but you can't really be bothered. What matters now, is solving this goddamn mess.
"... yeah, okay, I get it." you decide that admitting to a mistake you haven't made would be the fastest way "I didn't know, I went in cause the doors were open, that's the whole story. Some blonde queer made me pop up above this godforsaken forest, then I got caught by another, FLYING gay, and brought here. That's all."
You end your explanation with a loud snort. That goddamn smile of his is really unsettling. At least don't fucking SMILE when you're interrogating someone, for fuck's sake! Why is it that NO ONE, NOT EVEN A SINGLE PERSON IN THIS PLACE acts like he fucking should?! Damn it!
"... I see." he answers after - apparently - thinking your story through "Well, if the one you spoke about was the same one who broke into sector R, then it pretty much explains everything. Yeah, he can be... impulsive sometimes, that Fre--"
"DON'T SAY THAT NAME!" With a fervor worth a greater good, the said oppressor of yours bursts into the room as if on an estabilished sign that was the mention of his name. Panting like a tired pig. Noticing that the both of you are staring at him in astonishment, he stops, and takes a few deeper breaths. "There you are." he means you, it seems. Well, no shit, sherlock.
"Fre--" the scientist guy tries to speak again, only to be interrupted by another shout from the intruder.
"OOOU, OOOU, OOOU! Don't say that name! I'm Fujiwara, okay! FU-JI-WA-RA! Now get it right!"
There he goes on another pointless crusade about his name. What a fucking idiot.
"Why do you always have to barge in like an uncivilized caveman? Where's Rozen?"
"Don't worry, he's alive."
"That doesn't really make me any calmer. Blacks?"
"Uh, I gave them a good beating and threw them into one of the empty rooms. Is that bad?"
Loud slap is the only noise accompanying scientist's hand's meeting with his forehead.
"MORE IMPORTANTLY!" seeing that the discussion is over, Fujiwara regains his cheerful spark. "Kazuma, come here!"
He waves at someone in the corridor outside, someone you can't see.
That is, until he comes into the room, with a rather unsure face. Well, you can't say he suits the rest of people present here. A bit short, with almost disturbingly long, greasy hair, black like tar. He's wearing visibly too large clothes, something you'd think he got on a tour somewhere far in the east. Well, it looks similiar to the one the Aki guy had, but it's a little diffirent in design. But the weirdest part of his getup is undoubtedly his face, which - very unfitting to the rest of his self - is incredibly handsome. No, perhaps you could say it's a bit feminine, but damn, as much as you hate to say it, he's a goddamn cutie.
"Here, here!" Fujiwara grabs your hand and forcefully pulls you up, and closer to the newcomer. Before you're able to retaliate though, he shouts out again. "This here!" he points at your scowling face while holding one of your arms up "This here is a girl! Introduce yourself!"
The creepy one gives you an examining glance before turning his attention back to the gleeful Fujiwara.
"Uh... I've seen girls before, you know."
"Bullshit!" with a smile contradicting the words, Fujiwara answers his - now you're sure of it - friend. Those two have to be buddies, you can feel it in the air, somehow. "You've never seen a girl before, have you?"
"I've seen photos..."
"See?" you begin to feel annoyed that he's STILL holding onto your wrist and wriggling you around like some sort of a doll. What the hell is this even about? "This here is a real deal! A real girl, flesh and bones!"
"Fujiwara, you're taking this too fa--"
"Shut it, doc! I'm talking with your superior, can't you see? So, how about it, Kazuma? Wanna talk? Touch, maybe?"
"You're taking this too far, knock it o--"
"Doc, I think I told you to shut up?"
'Kazuma' glances at you, Fujiwara and the 'Doc' alternatingly, visibly unsure what to do.
[ ] "AAAAAAAAAARGH, SHUT UP! AND LET ME GO!"
[ ] "..."
[ ] "I am NOT a girl!"
[ ] "... is this how you treat a patient? I think I'll have to fill a complain..."
[ ] Kick and claw your way out, and run the fuck away.
[ ] Give Fujiwara a solid kick in the face. This fucker needs to learn his manners.