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Blinded by nostalgia

WHO: Houka Inumuta, Uzu Sanageyama, Ira Gamagori, Senketsu?
WHERE: Apartment #29, Heropa.
WHEN: Backdated to April 6th, around 2AM.
WHAT: ROOMMATES??
WARNINGS: None so far. Possibly swearing in the future.

He's been at apartment #29 for a while.

Houka may have landed at approximately the same time as his other roommates, but he was quicker to get to their shared apartment and claim his room before anyone else had even arrived. A need for immediate privacy was what drove Inumuta to arrive so early, and once he had settled in to the new atmosphere, he could feel as if he could breathe a little better. As if it wasn't bad enough that he had been left behind- timeline wise- in comparison to his other teammates, but to not have some breathing room to himself? He really couldn't take that.

Having already mapped out the layout of the house, Inumuta settled into the living room, browsing his new communicator for network posts and waiting for his other roommates to arrive. While he wanted to measure the extent of his new abilities- these new powers he could just feel underneath his skin- he kept it under control, containing himself at least until all of his teammates arrived. He wasn't sure the full extent of his abilities, but if they were anything dangerous, he would want at least Gamagori and Sanageyama around to help him with the fallout.

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Okay, fine, he'll stop overreacting.

"Someone explained this to me, actually." Seriously, thank god for Ruka or he'd be clueless entirely. "You can come here at any time, and the people you know can too - but in the end, nothing changes once you go back. Like a rubber band."

The rubber band part would make sense if he...y'know, properly explained it.

"Like a rubber band," Inumuta repeats. He understands what Sanageyama is trying to say... but he felt like repeating it, in hopes the other realizes how fucking stupid it sounded. He probably won't. That is simply expecting Too Much.

"Uh, yeah."

He makes a gesture with his hands like stretching one out and then letting it snap back into place.

"No matter how far you get, you end up right where you started. It's a little weird though - the girl who explained it to me said she's been here five years, and if she went home, she'd be a kid again on account of losing those five years. I can't imagine going through that."

It's an awful metaphor, Uzu, just drop it.

Five years though. That's... incredible, really. He had figured that this would last a month, maybe a few months at most- but now with the information that this could go on for years...?

"Concerning." That's all he has to say about that right now, apparently.

"That's an understatement."

Inumuta come on, it's crazy.

"The question at this point is how this... rubber band effect works. Even if time travel was a possibility- which given that the fundamental rules of physics are already being broken here more consistently than the 'Earth' we're from makes it all the more possible since we've already thrown nine-tenths of those rules out the window- the kind of time travel being suggested here is already out of bounds of every possible chronology protection conjecture thought up, and since we're obviously not in a closed timeline curve, it's really more likely you and Gamagori are from the future than I from the past just due to the fact backwards time travel is a more complicated concept than forwards time travel. Not to say that more complicated forms can't be achieved, seeing as we already have so many other ground- and reality-breaking concepts going on, but it's just a more likely scenario. So if we consider the moment before I arrived on this plane- the time of the Natural Elections- to be our absolute time point, it would make it easier for all of us to return to that point with minimal ...damage."

...Did you fall asleep, Sanageyama?

"So you're from the past and we're from the future. That's pretty much the gist of what you're saying.

"Because we already knew that."

"..."

Fuckin'.

"Nevermind. Just... nevermind."

Makes you miss Iori even more, right?

"Anyway, no point in worrying about the hows or whys right now. We can focus on that once we're settled in. Have you used your uniform yet?"

He already misses Iori so much.

"The point isn't to settle in, Sanageyama. We don't belong here. We aren't even in the right country." He might not be as upset as Gamagori is about having to register, but he still doesn't intend on settling. "But no, I haven't used my uniform yet. There is however, something I've been wanting to try out since arriving, but I didn't want to try it without some backup. And now that you're not blind-" Since, you know, he's noticed, "you can supervise."

"Look, I get things are only getting started for you, but as far as I'm concerned there's no hurry to get back home right now. Obviously we'll try everything we can, I just think it'd be a waste not to make the most of the experience.

"I mean, I've never been to America before, even if it's an America on another world. I'd like to check the place out a bit."

Maybe a bit too laid back for Inumuta's liking, but he's missed things being crazy. The enemy being defeated and losing their uniforms just meant things returned to being so...mundane that he isn't disliking this experience at all. If anything, he welcomes it.

Plus he gets to be a superhero, how is that not the coolest thing ever.

"I thought as much though - seems like everyone has some new tricks up their sleeve here. What did you want to do?"

Edited 2014-04-17 15:52 (UTC)

As the other speaks, Inumuta watches him. Analyzing, as he always is. He can tell by the way Sanageyama is speaking that he doesn't want to go back. He might say he'll 'try everything he can,' but what with Life Fibers supposedly being defeated... He doesn't doubt the other wants to stay where the excitement is. Sanageyama didn't have much for plans outside of high school. He probably has nothing else to look forward to, and this is his way out of that.

Now is also probably not the time to discuss this. Later, he'll bring it up again. For now...

"I'm going to go into my phone." Does this sound stupid? Because it probably sounds stupid.

Yeah, see, now it's his turn.

"Go into your phone."

What.

"So far, I haven't found a laptop that suits me, so I only have my phone for now." Because that explains everything, clearly. "I can upload myself into anything with an internet connection."

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"...huh. That's actually pretty cool."

His new power seems so simple by comparison, he almost wishes he'd gotten something as exciting as that.

"So...what do you need me to do?"

"I need you to tell me your phone's I.P. and just... watch out for me, essentially." Houka shifts a little, subtly sinking further behind his collar. Okay, he's going to be honest with himself, he's kind of nervous. It's one thing doing this with his Regalia, but... Doing it on his own? Kind of seriously nerve wracking. "I'm going to try to go from mine to yours."

Not to make him feel worse about it, but he feels like he should ask.

"...and what do I do if something does go wrong?"

"I don't know. Don't shut off your phone, though. If I'm not back in half an hour, plug your phone in to charge it. This should just be a quick preliminary trial." He has no idea what would happen if the phone he's in loses power. Man, he really wishes Iori was here. Even if this was not really Iori's thing, he'd still feel better about it.

"Alright."

He nods, taking his phone out of his jacket pocket and navigating it real quick. Fortunately they'd explained a few things before hand so he manages to get the I.P easily enough, showing it to Inumuta.

"Whenever you're ready then."

Inumuta mouths the numbers under his breath, and then nods. "Alright."

He places his phone down on a nearby table, and focuses. Shouldn't be any different than activating his probe regalia, just a matter of putting his mind to it, right?

There's a good deal of silence and Inumuta just staring at his phone. Eventually, much like in Tron, he slowly starts disappearing one "pixel" at a time, turning into squares of blue and white and being taken in by his phone. Once he's gone entirely, his phone keeps a consistent blue glow.

It takes him a few minutes, seven and a half to be exact, but Sanageyama will receive a text on his phone.

Hello Sanageyama.

He'd sat down on the arm of the nearest chair and just waited for any sign of him, though admittedly his attention had started to drift off towards the end, just before he gets the text. He snaps back to the screen the moment he receives it though.

"Hey?"

No, wait, can he hear him? Unsure, he decides to type it into the phone too, just in case. Either way he'll get a response, so.

that u? can u hear me or do i need 2 type to u

Maybe he can read unsent texts if he just...leaves it there.

He can in fact see that unwritten text. In response, he deletes Sanageyama's text and writes his reply.

I can hear you through your microphone. But it's easier to process if you type. It's amazing in here, Sanageyama. Everything is perfect.

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