He was already a member of the Crosseyes before I even met him. The red marks on his eyes -- all gang members get them once they're accepted into the ranks. I kept fucking telling him to quit it, but he used to give me all the stupid bullshit spiel, about how the Crosseyes Boss was gonna be a hero to all run-down, shit sorcerers like him and me.
I told him to quit, but he didn't. He couldn't, I guess.
[ He drums his fingers on the table between them quietly for a moment -- he does consider it, briefly. It's only a consideration, but he doesn't even do that much often.
[ I hate being here literally all Aikawa does is kin every single horrific aspect of everything, throws my hat to the ground. The smell of rancid meat, the sound of thudding, a phone call ringing RRRRR -- and the horrific, ominous promise of 'you're next' has him more on edge than a field trip he never was on should. He kind of jerks up and knocks his seat over, hands slamming the table in a kneejerk motion -- but then the field trip goes in a different direction, and as soon as acid starts getting thrown around, he weirdly relaxes. I GUESS.
[ The acid is where it finally starts deviating. Listen Aikawa literally got stabbed in the spine and briefly became paraplegic in his last CYOA and he STILL thinks it's better than what happened to him in Paris. ]
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I guess it fucking is.
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[ There's a long, very frustrated silence. ]
He was already a member of the Crosseyes before I even met him. The red marks on his eyes -- all gang members get them once they're accepted into the ranks. I kept fucking telling him to quit it, but he used to give me all the stupid bullshit spiel, about how the Crosseyes Boss was gonna be a hero to all run-down, shit sorcerers like him and me.
I told him to quit, but he didn't. He couldn't, I guess.
...And then he got killed.
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[Hey didn't that other guy have weird eyes with the cross things?]
... How long ago was that?
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Two, three years ago?
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Right before I got brought here. He got brought back to life, it's a long story, and I ran into him again.
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[says the wizard.]
'n how's the relationship now?
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You just saw it. I told you.
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Think ya can fix it?
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...I dunno, honestly.
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It might be too late.
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Ultimately though? He just shakes his head. ]
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And now a memory.]
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He sighs, de-tenses a little, fixes the chair. ]
What in the name of actual fuck, Bradley.
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He crinkles up his nose in disgust.]
I didn't choose to go there.
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The fuck was all that shit?
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[It sucked!!! It really just sucked!]
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