[Scenario 1] [ For all that Minamimoto wants to become the Composer of Shibuya, its de facto god, he could accept the setback of a new world and the way his frequency is severely attenuated. This unprecedented and temporary bout of tolerance has nothing to do with how the last thing he remembers is the vending machine that crunched him into the pavement. Nope. Not a bit. He's cool with his long laid plots being put on aside for now so he can work this new angle.
Getting his bearings and gathering information comes first. Some of it is in pamphlet form, but then some in a more physical form, too. The latter had been when he'd gone down the wrong isolated alley, coming across someone that took severe exception to him. Now, though, Sho's currently casually sprawled on a bench as he alternates between people-watching and enjoying the literature about transformations.
Oh, and cannibalism. Now there's something he's never done before.
The most frustrating part is how he'll have to take his time while figuring out where he's going with this. He's just so zetta slow, too slow and weak for his tastes. Then again, there's a guy that got his head bashed to a bloody pulp with a garbage can in an alley a few blocks back, so someone else was having a worse day. That puts it in perspective. ] Heh heh heh, this is gonna be a zetta good time.
[ This might not be the right response to "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)." ]
[Scenario 2] [ This is not the world that Minamimoto had been designed to thrive in. It's never been more apparent to him than tonight that he's defined by by the rush and crush of city life, and that he is entirely out of his boundary conditions. And there are trees to the nth power out here.
Sho's lost among too many trees in a bad way, and he's sure that something's gone sideways. There's only one saving grace, that it's got the feel of a game. (Escape the woods or be erased. You have until XX:XX. It's not of the caliber he'd assign.) There has to be a solution here, and he keeps an eye out for some kind of significance to features that he's sure he'd passed by earlier. Maybe when he derives the solution, he'll even get rewarded with a chance to snap the neck of whatever was giggling. ]
How I need a drink, alcoholic in nature...
[ He stalks through the woods, firmly ignoring the periodic trip or slip as if there hadn't been a miscalculation at all. ]
...after the zetta factoring trivial conundrum set is won-- huh.
[ He lost the flow, but only because his eye catches movement. Time to go seek some answers. ]
Sho Minamimoto | TWEWY
[ For all that Minamimoto wants to become the Composer of Shibuya, its de facto god, he could accept the setback of a new world and the way his frequency is severely attenuated. This unprecedented and temporary bout of tolerance has nothing to do with how the last thing he remembers is the vending machine that crunched him into the pavement. Nope. Not a bit. He's cool with his long laid plots being put on aside for now so he can work this new angle.
Getting his bearings and gathering information comes first. Some of it is in pamphlet form, but then some in a more physical form, too. The latter had been when he'd gone down the wrong isolated alley, coming across someone that took severe exception to him. Now, though, Sho's currently casually sprawled on a bench as he alternates between people-watching and enjoying the literature about transformations.
Oh, and cannibalism. Now there's something he's never done before.
The most frustrating part is how he'll have to take his time while figuring out where he's going with this. He's just so zetta slow, too slow and weak for his tastes. Then again, there's a guy that got his head bashed to a bloody pulp with a garbage can in an alley a few blocks back, so someone else was having a worse day. That puts it in perspective. ] Heh heh heh, this is gonna be a zetta good time.
[ This might not be the right response to "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)." ]
[Scenario 2]
[ This is not the world that Minamimoto had been designed to thrive in. It's never been more apparent to him than tonight that he's defined by by the rush and crush of city life, and that he is entirely out of his boundary conditions. And there are trees to the nth power out here.
Sho's lost among too many trees in a bad way, and he's sure that something's gone sideways. There's only one saving grace, that it's got the feel of a game. (Escape the woods or be erased. You have until XX:XX. It's not of the caliber he'd assign.) There has to be a solution here, and he keeps an eye out for some kind of significance to features that he's sure he'd passed by earlier. Maybe when he derives the solution, he'll even get rewarded with a chance to snap the neck of whatever was giggling. ]
How I need a drink, alcoholic in nature...
[ He stalks through the woods, firmly ignoring the periodic trip or slip as if there hadn't been a miscalculation at all. ]
...after the zetta factoring trivial conundrum set is won-- huh.
[ He lost the flow, but only because his eye catches movement. Time to go seek some answers. ]