[ there's a moment, given that he's very absorbed in what he's doing and doesn't completely focus when hizamaru first talks to him, where the weight hits the ground and surprises him.
luckily he doesn't snap the knife point off in the lock when his hand jerks, but for a moment it feels like a close thing. the knife falls out of the lock, and it's only due to some quick reflexes that shiraishi manages to grab hold of it - mostly on the handle. it's fine.
...
hfffffffff. ]
...
No.
Whatever's in here, the door doesn't want to give up its secrets. [ he flips the knife back into its handle and tucks it back into his coat. ]
[He just blinks innocently, completely unaware that he gave Shiraishi that much of a start. It's fine? Cats should pay attention to puppies bumbling up anyway.]
Ah. I wonder if others had a lot of trouble getting into rooms--besides elder brother.
[He just thinks his brother is super amazing. For a moment, he peers at the door, and then he looks between Shiraishi and the barbell.]
Shall we, Shiraishi-san? Maybe together, we can knock it open.
[He seems excited to be able to do something a little wild after spending so much time behaving!]
[ but that's all he says before he's helping hizamaru swing the dumbbell into the door with as much force as he can muster. he can feel the resistance, the shake of the immoveable door meeting the weight rattling through his arms.
hm.
that's uncomfortable, really. ]
...
Hm.
[ he's tempted to just drop the weight, but lowers it down instead. ... mostly. he does just drop it when it's hovering over the ground. clang. ]
Manners-proof, lock-pick proof, and dumbbell proof? What now?
[Well, the rattle up through him doesn't help the soreness, and he grits his teeth against the feeling. God. He's willing to try again, but Shiraishi abandons the idea, and he doesn't have anything else to do but follow the man's lead.
He drops his end carefully on the floor, careful of his feet. When he straightens, he dusts his hands together.]
I'm not sure...
[For a long moment, he's quiet, thinking. Lots of people may go at it full-force, but maybe they really do need to think outside the box.]
I'm going to sing and dance.
[He doesn't wait for Shiraishi to try to shoot a hole in his choice. He uses his foot to roll the barbell out of the way, and then he backs up a bit.] Please look out, Shiraishi-san. I'll perform.
If someone is watching, perhaps they will open it for us.
he shifts the dumbbell more out of the way with his foot to provide a little more space. and then he tilts his head at him. ]
You've mentioned a love of this, hm? Seems like putting on a show is something shared across the board by you and your friends.
[ ...
at this point they might as well try anything to see if they can get this stupid door to open itself for them. if hizamaru wants to croon it into opening then... he is welcome to do his idolriffic best. ]
[Time to get into this fucking door with the power of his Idolness.]
Mm. My comrades and I enjoy performing, especially for our master. But sometimes for others at his request. Let's see if it works. Please cheer me on, Shiraishi-san.
[Not, like, for real, but Shiraishi can if wanted.
He bounces on his feet in place for a moment, and then falls into a ready stance, head bowed slightly. He decides for a theme song special. He doesn't hold back. His voice belts out around the area, loud and strong.]
Touken Ranbu, stronger and stronger! The steel that has been forged, it is now time for it to release. Touken Ranbu, higher and higher! Holding our pride in our hearts even when this body rots and crumbles to dust!
[The dance is...? Very good and in time with the beat. He's enthusiastic, careful of the sword at his side without drawing attention to placement. It's easy for him to pull it out at the correct moment, using it as a prop.
At the end, he just... ends with it pointed out directly at the door like it's a keyblade ready to pop that sucker wide open.]
[As Hizamaru enthusiastically sings and dances, the door will start to... wiggle? Yes. It wiggles slightly in its frame, swaying lightly without unlocking. This increases in speed and intensity as he continues to put on a show for it, up until he wraps up by pointing his sword at the door.
It's then, and only then, that the door unlocks for them.
Except, that instead of hearing the sound of the lock coming undone — they'll hear this. The door swings open to that sound, and ceases once they have a full view of the dark chasm waiting for them inside. Not a single bit of illumination filters into the room, despite the hallways being well lit.]
[ he has... not seen a sword!show yet, so he does watch with interest as hizamaru, bless him, dances his little heart out and sings like he's singing for his supper.
he doesn't cheer, but he does offer a polite -- as unsarcastic as possible -- round of applause when hizamaru finishes. but it sort of... trails off when the door seems to waver and wriggle and swings open to raptuous applause. ]
...
[ he really has no words.
it's so very dark in there that not even squinting seems to do anything. he turns to hizamaru, face carefully blank. ]
You don't have a light source on you, do you? Otherwise we'll need to check the walls for some kind of light source inside.
... Cautiously, of course. But that goes without saying.
He'll have to tell the others later to let them know sword song and dance is as amazing as they think it is. Anyway, he does give a polite bow to both Shiraishi and the... door? when he's finished. Because that's what you do.
When he straightens, though, there's a glint of resolve in his golden eyes. He faces the darkness with a little trepidation, but with resounding honor.]
I do not have any light, I'm afraid, but... we shall look for some inside. Please stay behind me, Shiraishi-san, so that I may protect you from anything. You may hold onto my jacket if you'd like.
[He broaches the thick darkness at the edge of the door, but glances at Shiraishi. Nods.] Be careful. Elder brother had difficulty with his last room. If something happens, please call out to me. Otherwise, we may split to look for a light. You go right, and I'll go left. [He gets to be kind of like a Captain! Scary. So he'll, like...
...strep right in with his sword out, letting Shiraishi follow. He'll be the shield, but he goes left.]
Edited (IT ATE MY LAST WORDS TOO AHH) 2019-11-05 23:01 (UTC)
anna is so lucky that edit went in before i could reply
Assuming they both step into the room, the door is going to slam shut behind them. They will hear the lock clicking into place again, cutting off their escape route. The room remains completely and utterly dark.
What he does do is immediately spin around the second the door shuts, and — sorry Captain Hizamaru — start talking. ]
Move back against the wall. Going to the centre of the room when we can’t see anything would be foolish. Light switches are usually by the door so if there is one, it’ll be here.
[ he reaches back to rest a hand on the wall, before adding: ]
And try not to flail around. We have no idea what’s in or on anything in this room.
[Well, despite any Captain, not only is Hizamaru use to taking orders but he’s use to being bossed by Higekiri, so... this is actually very fine.
He immediately presses back against the wall, turned so his sword can be swung without hitting it.
Though it won’t make a difference, he squints into the darkness and strains his ears to listen.] Be careful, Shiraishi-san... [He moves his free arm up, sliding his hand barely against the wall to try to find some kind of switch to hit.]
[There won't be any kind of switch on the walls as Shiraishi and Hizamaru feel them up with their hands. However... Something will dig into Hizamaru's back when he presses it against the wall. It will shift with a small click when he moves his free arm up, and a second later? The whole room will become illuminated with dim, strobing lights in green, reds and purples. The strobing lights illuminate a light mist that's currently flooding the room, reaching up to their waists but not really hampering their vision.
That said, the mist and the strobing lights may not be the first thing they notice. It's likely that the most glaringly obvious thing will be the fact that they're no longer alone. Shadowyfiguressurround them, each one adorned with flourescent paint, bracelets and glowsticks as they sway to the rythm of the music currently blaring through the room.
If they're able to see through the sea of humanoid figures, however, they will notice that they're currently standing on a dance floor. To their left, there seems to be a bar with stools, where a shadowy figure is currently serving alcoholic drinks in red cups. A statue of a naked, beheaded woman stands next to the bartender. Her hands are outstretched, and it seems like she's holding something in them. To their right, they will see a stage where DJing equipment has been set up. The strobing lights originate from the stage, as they move back and forth, sweeping the room.
There are four doors at the very end of the room, splattered with fluorescent paint.
An entire nightclub on a cruise ship. [ they can’t complain about being bored anymore, can they? Shiraishi’s eyes scan the area, lingering on the strange, painted figures all around them and cautious about making sudden movements in case it snaps all the attention from the beat of the music — which, wow. Loud. — and onto them. ]
How have they been hiding this, given how loud it is. [ rip hiza he’s probably talking too softly to be heard?
After a moment of consideration, he moves slowly towards the bar area to the left. It feels wiser somehow to keep himself closer to the walls than in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded on all sides. Also, maybe he can see what that family friendly statue might be holding, if he’s a bit closer to the bar? ]
[Wow, shadowy figures are not his favorite. The switch behind him makes him move down, but he stays pressed to the wall with his sword out, like he thinks they’ll approach, while his eyes adjust. The same golden eyes that reflect the blacklight enough to glow brilliantly.
He can’t hear a damn thing Shiriaishi is saying, and he can barely read the lips.] What?! [Damn.]
Shiraishi-san!
[For a moment, he watches the other man carefully pick a line out to the bar. The statue isn’t the strangest thing he’s ever seen here actually. He glances at the doors at the other side, but feels better trailing after Shiraishi just in case. He sheathes his blade for now and goes to the bar.]
[The figures will tug and pull at them as they try to make their way over to the bar. A hand will slide down their arms here, someone's breath will brush against their neck there... And though they'll come out of it with a bit of fluorescent paint smeared on their bodies, they'll be able to reach the bar without any major inconveniences.
They will feel the bartender's gaze on them as they wander over to the statue. Now that they're close enough, they will note that eyes have been scratched into the bar counter. A shadowy figure dances on top of the bar, swinging from a pole attached to its far end. The statue of the headless woman seems to have something written on her abdomen, as well, but they'll have to lean in closer to take a look. Her arms are outstretched. Her hands are positioned with the palms facing the ceiling. In her left hand, she holds a white pill. In her right hand, she holds a black pill.]
[ lucky for the fluorescent paint, he's wearing a white lab coat, so. that's fun. he's gonna shine like a beacon. he shakes his arm slightly, like he's trying belatedly shake off the feeling of those things touching his arm.
the eyes on the bar are all kinds of wrong, but he's more focused on what the statue is offering. ]
... There's a movie like this. Don't remember the name, but someone mentioned blue and red...
[ he leans in a bit more to try and get a better look at that abdowriting, but because i'm worried hiza is going to end up so high he's swinging his dick on the dance floor, he's just gonna hold up a finger at hiza. ]
[Wow, that's weird. He doesn't shrug the hands off himself, and the breath brings goosebumps out on his skin. They make the thumping music sound more appealing. He's feeling kind of good by the time he gets to the bar with Shiraishi even though he shouldn't.
Look, he's a musical at heart.
His eyes appraise the statue before looking across the bar. Don't like the eyes. He nods at the shadowy bartender out of... politeness? Hi. He glances as Shiraishi leans in, and he's kind of curious about the pills, yeah.
But the finger comes up and he leans his head back.]
[The bartender continues to mind its business, wiping down the bar. There's no indication that Shiraishi is right or wrong in his assumption.
Hizamaru ingests the black pill — and the effects are nearly immediate. He will feel a sudden heat spreading all over his body. His vision will blur. His mind will become fuzzy. For some reason, it's incredibly difficult to remember how he got here and who he came with. Someone will sling their arms around his neck, a heavily distorted voice whispering in his ear:]
[... And that— That will feel logical to him. Doesn't he want to drink? Doesn't he want to dance? Nothing else matters. His priority is to have fun until his body collapses. This is why his body will start to move of its own accord to the dance floor, intent on joining the guests and pole dancers there.
As for Shiraishi... This will very much look like Hizamaru is fucking off on his own, because there is nothing there. Hizamaru is now hallucinating as a result of ingesting the black pill.
[ well. yeah? yeah he should have expected that. shiraishi just sighs, but makes like no movement to stop hizmaru just moseying into the centre of the room like it ain't no thing.
instead, he just eyes the bartender for a moment longer -- hopefully making him uncomfortable as heck because he's rude -- before reaching out and taking the white pill in one hand. ]
It's definitely drugs, but there's no way to tell what kind until it's ingested. Hallucinatory? Possibly. A mood suppressor? [ Something to make him lose control of his emotions, which makes him... deeply uncomfortable in a way he's never really had to think about before. Every part of him knows that taking this would be a bad idea. ]
... But if they're here, they probably need to be taken to leave. Unless...
[ he glances over at hizamaru, just to make sure he isn't death dropping on the dancefloor and breaking his spine or something, before slipping away from the bar-- pill still in his hand.
he'll check those doors at the back first, to make sure he can see if they're important before he makes the choice to addle his mind for the sake of an exit. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fullthottle) wrote2019-11-05 03:30 pm
no subject
luckily he doesn't snap the knife point off in the lock when his hand jerks, but for a moment it feels like a close thing. the knife falls out of the lock, and it's only due to some quick reflexes that shiraishi manages to grab hold of it - mostly on the handle. it's fine.
...
hfffffffff. ]
...
No.
Whatever's in here, the door doesn't want to give up its secrets. [ he flips the knife back into its handle and tucks it back into his coat. ]
We might need to be a little less accommodating.
no subject
Ah. I wonder if others had a lot of trouble getting into rooms--besides elder brother.
[He just thinks his brother is super amazing. For a moment, he peers at the door, and then he looks between Shiraishi and the barbell.]
Shall we, Shiraishi-san? Maybe together, we can knock it open.
[He seems excited to be able to do something a little wild after spending so much time behaving!]
no subject
at least that went mostly unacknowledged.
ah but look this rebellious streak.... is it a sign he's growing? regardless, shiraishi straigthens up and brushes off the front of his coat. ]
It's as good an idea as any, right now.
[ he glances down at the dumbbell on the ground, and then back at hizamaru. he sees not reason not to indulge him in his rebellion. ]
I'll take the back end if you grab the front. [ let's go. beat a door down. maybe. it's fine. ]
no subject
[It really isn't so bad when there's two people and the weight is distributed.]
It's exciting, isn't it? [He glances back, cracking a grin.] On three, Shiraishi-san.
One...! Two...! Three!
[He swings back some and then rushes forward to slam the end of the barbell into the door.]
no subject
Liberating, perhaps.
[ but that's all he says before he's helping hizamaru swing the dumbbell into the door with as much force as he can muster. he can feel the resistance, the shake of the immoveable door meeting the weight rattling through his arms.
hm.
that's uncomfortable, really. ]
...
Hm.
[ he's tempted to just drop the weight, but lowers it down instead. ... mostly. he does just drop it when it's hovering over the ground. clang. ]
Manners-proof, lock-pick proof, and dumbbell proof? What now?
no subject
He drops his end carefully on the floor, careful of his feet. When he straightens, he dusts his hands together.]
I'm not sure...
[For a long moment, he's quiet, thinking. Lots of people may go at it full-force, but maybe they really do need to think outside the box.]
I'm going to sing and dance.
[He doesn't wait for Shiraishi to try to shoot a hole in his choice. He uses his foot to roll the barbell out of the way, and then he backs up a bit.] Please look out, Shiraishi-san. I'll perform.
If someone is watching, perhaps they will open it for us.
no subject
...
he shifts the dumbbell more out of the way with his foot to provide a little more space. and then he tilts his head at him. ]
You've mentioned a love of this, hm? Seems like putting on a show is something shared across the board by you and your friends.
[ ...
at this point they might as well try anything to see if they can get this stupid door to open itself for them. if hizamaru wants to croon it into opening then... he is welcome to do his idolriffic best. ]
no subject
Mm. My comrades and I enjoy performing, especially for our master. But sometimes for others at his request. Let's see if it works. Please cheer me on, Shiraishi-san.
[Not, like, for real, but Shiraishi can if wanted.
He bounces on his feet in place for a moment, and then falls into a ready stance, head bowed slightly. He decides for a theme song special. He doesn't hold back. His voice belts out around the area, loud and strong.]
Touken Ranbu, stronger and stronger!
The steel that has been forged,
it is now time for it to release.
Touken Ranbu, higher and higher!
Holding our pride in our hearts
even when this body rots and crumbles to dust!
[The dance is...? Very good and in time with the beat. He's enthusiastic, careful of the sword at his side without drawing attention to placement. It's easy for him to pull it out at the correct moment, using it as a prop.
At the end, he just... ends with it pointed out directly at the door like it's a keyblade ready to pop that sucker wide open.]
no subject
It's then, and only then, that the door unlocks for them.
Except, that instead of hearing the sound of the lock coming undone — they'll hear this. The door swings open to that sound, and ceases once they have a full view of the dark chasm waiting for them inside. Not a single bit of illumination filters into the room, despite the hallways being well lit.]
no subject
he doesn't cheer, but he does offer a polite -- as unsarcastic as possible -- round of applause when hizamaru finishes. but it sort of... trails off when the door seems to waver and wriggle and swings open to raptuous applause. ]
...
[ he really has no words.
it's so very dark in there that not even squinting seems to do anything. he turns to hizamaru, face carefully blank. ]
You don't have a light source on you, do you? Otherwise we'll need to check the walls for some kind of light source inside.
... Cautiously, of course. But that goes without saying.
no subject
He'll have to tell the others later to let them know sword song and dance is as amazing as they think it is. Anyway, he does give a polite bow to both Shiraishi and the... door? when he's finished. Because that's what you do.
When he straightens, though, there's a glint of resolve in his golden eyes. He faces the darkness with a little trepidation, but with resounding honor.]
I do not have any light, I'm afraid, but... we shall look for some inside. Please stay behind me, Shiraishi-san, so that I may protect you from anything. You may hold onto my jacket if you'd like.
[He broaches the thick darkness at the edge of the door, but glances at Shiraishi. Nods.] Be careful. Elder brother had difficulty with his last room. If something happens, please call out to me. Otherwise, we may split to look for a light. You go right, and I'll go left. [He gets to be kind of like a Captain! Scary. So he'll, like...
...strep right in with his sword out, letting Shiraishi follow. He'll be the shield, but he goes left.]
anna is so lucky that edit went in before i could reply
Assuming they both step into the room, the door is going to slam shut behind them. They will hear the lock clicking into place again, cutting off their escape route. The room remains completely and utterly dark.
What now, boys?]
no subject
What he does do is immediately spin around the second the door shuts, and — sorry Captain Hizamaru — start talking. ]
Move back against the wall. Going to the centre of the room when we can’t see anything would be foolish. Light switches are usually by the door so if there is one, it’ll be here.
[ he reaches back to rest a hand on the wall, before adding: ]
And try not to flail around. We have no idea what’s in or on anything in this room.
no subject
He immediately presses back against the wall, turned so his sword can be swung without hitting it.
Though it won’t make a difference, he squints into the darkness and strains his ears to listen.] Be careful, Shiraishi-san... [He moves his free arm up, sliding his hand barely against the wall to try to find some kind of switch to hit.]
no subject
That said, the mist and the strobing lights may not be the first thing they notice. It's likely that the most glaringly obvious thing will be the fact that they're no longer alone. Shadowy figures surround them, each one adorned with flourescent paint, bracelets and glowsticks as they sway to the rythm of the music currently blaring through the room.
If they're able to see through the sea of humanoid figures, however, they will notice that they're currently standing on a dance floor. To their left, there seems to be a bar with stools, where a shadowy figure is currently serving alcoholic drinks in red cups. A statue of a naked, beheaded woman stands next to the bartender. Her hands are outstretched, and it seems like she's holding something in them. To their right, they will see a stage where DJing equipment has been set up. The strobing lights originate from the stage, as they move back and forth, sweeping the room.
There are four doors at the very end of the room, splattered with fluorescent paint.
Welcome to the Night Club.]
no subject
Well. ]
An entire nightclub on a cruise ship. [ they can’t complain about being bored anymore, can they? Shiraishi’s eyes scan the area, lingering on the strange, painted figures all around them and cautious about making sudden movements in case it snaps all the attention from the beat of the music — which, wow. Loud. — and onto them. ]
How have they been hiding this, given how loud it is. [ rip hiza he’s probably talking too softly to be heard?
After a moment of consideration, he moves slowly towards the bar area to the left. It feels wiser somehow to keep himself closer to the walls than in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded on all sides. Also, maybe he can see what that family friendly statue might be holding, if he’s a bit closer to the bar? ]
no subject
He can’t hear a damn thing Shiriaishi is saying, and he can barely read the lips.] What?! [Damn.]
Shiraishi-san!
[For a moment, he watches the other man carefully pick a line out to the bar. The statue isn’t the strangest thing he’s ever seen here actually. He glances at the doors at the other side, but feels better trailing after Shiraishi just in case. He sheathes his blade for now and goes to the bar.]
no subject
They will feel the bartender's gaze on them as they wander over to the statue. Now that they're close enough, they will note that eyes have been scratched into the bar counter. A shadowy figure dances on top of the bar, swinging from a pole attached to its far end. The statue of the headless woman seems to have something written on her abdomen, as well, but they'll have to lean in closer to take a look. Her arms are outstretched. Her hands are positioned with the palms facing the ceiling. In her left hand, she holds a white pill. In her right hand, she holds a black pill.]
no subject
the eyes on the bar are all kinds of wrong, but he's more focused on what the statue is offering. ]
... There's a movie like this. Don't remember the name, but someone mentioned blue and red...
[ he leans in a bit more to try and get a better look at that abdowriting, but because i'm worried hiza is going to end up so high he's swinging his dick on the dance floor, he's just gonna hold up a finger at hiza. ]
That's not candy.
no subject
Look, he's a musical at heart.
His eyes appraise the statue before looking across the bar. Don't like the eyes. He nods at the shadowy bartender out of... politeness? Hi. He glances as Shiraishi leans in, and he's kind of curious about the pills, yeah.
But the finger comes up and he leans his head back.]
We don't eat them...?
[She is missing a head.]
no subject
On the statue's abdomen, Shiraishi will find the following words scratched in:]
YOU WILL ANSWER
TO OUR TRUTH
no subject
... Ominous.
[ he turns to look at the bartender, with something of a smile. ]
I presume we're supposed to be taking one of these conveniently placed pills. [ it... it ain't a question. ]
no subject
And Hizamaru reaches out to take the black pill and slide it into his mouth to swallow.]
no subject
Hizamaru ingests the black pill — and the effects are nearly immediate. He will feel a sudden heat spreading all over his body. His vision will blur. His mind will become fuzzy. For some reason, it's incredibly difficult to remember how he got here and who he came with. Someone will sling their arms around his neck, a heavily distorted voice whispering in his ear:]
W̶̛̬̊̈͑̂̈́E̷̪͎͙̥̎'̴̡̛̥͓͕̫̓̈͊̄̈́̑R̴̙͆̂̏̑͠E̸̲̝̦̹̽̆̎̈́̏ ̸̗͝Ȃ̶̘̃Ḽ̴̡̢͔̮͚̄̈̎̈́L̴̫͕̯̙͒̇̚ ̷̗̯͖̝͍̞͗̆̓̌̈̏̈́ͅH̶͎̹̝̽͗̒͊̄̕͜͝Ę̶̉R̵̛̘̿̂̀̾E̶̼̻̞̓͆̂́͠ ̵̛̲̗̕T̶̨̙̯͎̃͋O̶̙͇̘͔͑͂̋̑͜ͅ ̵͈͕̻̼̞̘̔̓̊̋D̶̥̤̳̥͓̖̓̎̏͛̕R̷̭̟̹̫̱͂̿̈́͐͗͝I̵̧̡̝̖͐̓̅̀̾N̶̢̼̯̪̒̀̈ͅͅK̶̛͙͖͔̻̗̽́̄͑̓̄,̸̫̟̻̂̈́̑̆̉̏ ̶̟̰̕Ḍ̶̨͎̯̦̭͇̉̇͐̿͝A̷̲͂͗̇̊͑N̸̮̳̺̘̫̍͂Ć̵̜͖̠̯̤̳E̶͓̦͖̻͚̹͑͑̉͂͘͜ ̵̨̨͍̲͓̈́͑À̵͈̣͓͉͇̜̩́͂N̶͍͙̘̭͖̭̲̋̔D̴̡̧̧̛͈̬̔̿̈́͑̕͠ ̵̡̖͖̋̆͑̔͒̇͝D̷̻̼̹̻͈̕ͅĮ̶̤̇͒̈̿Ȩ̸̨͙̩̗̦̌?̴̢̧̜͖͍̱̿̍͛̃ ̴̢̣̱͎͉̙̀͊̔W̴̪̰̜̹̓̊̈̆̚͝Ȏ̴̬͇̺͇́̉́̉͝N̸̜̺͈̯͐̈̓͛̈̚'̸̨͒Ṱ̵̜͔͍̮̘͗̋̕͜ ̷̘̮̪́̈̌̕͜Y̸̤̰̆O̸̱̗̖̱̫̓͗̄̆̾̀͜͜Ụ̵̻̣͋̅̋̓͛̃͝ ̵̧̣͙͖̔̏̄̋͘͝J̵̮͎̞̬̰̼̓̈́͗̕O̶̢̹̩̙͚̎͑͝ͅI̶̜̫͎͔̦͙͐͑͌̈͒͠N̶̡̧̓͊̏́ ̶̱̹̽Ů̸͖̯͍̻̌̅̇͜S̸̪͙̫̒͝?̸͙̀ ̷̫̞̋̐̉̀͐͐̃W̵̱͋̀̾͂̋̀Ȯ̴̭̳̇͋̎́̚Ṅ̸͈̳̥̩̼͓̀͂͆̂̽'̷̧̲̬̣̿̊͗T̸̨̰̞̫̦̱̫̆̔͊̅̽͝͠ ̷͙̐̍̈̇͝͝Y̸̮̼͔̙̺̒̈́̋͛͜͠O̵̮̰͆͌̆̄̕U̶̹̅͆̆͒ ̶͓̩̒͛Ṕ̷̤͍̝̤̟̰̅Â̴̖͆̏́̕R̵̢͙̺͎̿͝T̴͉̻̫͎͑̄̓͠A̶̛̗̎̓K̶̡̛͍̬̠̤͗̅̿ͅE̸̠̝͙̭͛́̏́̈́̐̇ ̴̻̉Ḭ̷̧͍̖̚͜N̶̡͓̭̹̥͉͇͑͑̈̐́͋̚ ̵̡̳̱͚͕̔̒͑͌̆Ţ̵̪̥͚̞͇̩̅̒͠H̶̲͂͑́͒͆̏̐E̴͕̹̼̫̱̘͋̏ͅ ̵̺͈̽F̸̢̮͔͖̫̠̿́͂̈́̊́̈́Ḙ̵̢̯͍̦͇͑̽͋S̵̝̦̺̺͖̲͛̀̀͐͌̓T̷͖͈̀͗̈͛̽̆Ǐ̶͚̦͂̉V̴̨͓̬̠̱̪̈́̾͑́̒Ì̷̧̡̲̫̺̏T̵̞̹̤͕͔̮̏̃I̴͈̪̟̩̽̏̂̔͘È̴̼̮͖͍̑͆̇̚͘S̸̛͕̋͛?̴̞̖̤͍̞̾̏̅̅͛ ̷̬̖̹̠̜͓̞̀͗̐̎̿͐̓
[... And that— That will feel logical to him. Doesn't he want to drink? Doesn't he want to dance? Nothing else matters. His priority is to have fun until his body collapses. This is why his body will start to move of its own accord to the dance floor, intent on joining the guests and pole dancers there.
As for Shiraishi... This will very much look like Hizamaru is fucking off on his own, because there is nothing there. Hizamaru is now hallucinating as a result of ingesting the black pill.
Have fun, boys.]
no subject
instead, he just eyes the bartender for a moment longer -- hopefully making him uncomfortable as heck because he's rude -- before reaching out and taking the white pill in one hand. ]
It's definitely drugs, but there's no way to tell what kind until it's ingested. Hallucinatory? Possibly. A mood suppressor? [ Something to make him lose control of his emotions, which makes him... deeply uncomfortable in a way he's never really had to think about before. Every part of him knows that taking this would be a bad idea. ]
... But if they're here, they probably need to be taken to leave. Unless...
[ he glances over at hizamaru, just to make sure he isn't death dropping on the dancefloor and breaking his spine or something, before slipping away from the bar-- pill still in his hand.
he'll check those doors at the back first, to make sure he can see if they're important before he makes the choice to addle his mind for the sake of an exit. ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)