miki
bottomless ruins
Hiachi Ito
SCENE:
BTSITRUMYMTO
LOCATION:
A Bar in Central District
DATE:
April 19th, 2022 || Pre-Arc 3
PARTICIPANTS:
Tak, Dante
Being The Smartest In The Room Usually Means You're Missing The Obvious
For twenty-four hours, Hiachi had been left in the dark. She had been sent spiraling into overthought, anxiety, paranoia. Really, was there any word in the sea of synonyms that could describe how she felt during those hours? She waited on bated breath for what awaited her from the shadows. Finally, she would be privy to the answer.
The figure who emerged from the shadows was easily identifiable: the brooding shadow belonged to Dante. His presence confused and clarified at once. Tak never had said it was just them, had he? And yet that was the impression she had. She returned the fist bump with low energy, but she returned it nonetheless.
The interior of the bar had been what she expected. The lights were cold and twinged with green. The wood was painted green, and the leather on the seats were peeling. It felt like it should have been desolate, but that was far from true. There were a lot of people, gruff men in particular, packed in the seats and barstools.
They turned their heads at them—the invading party. The silence that engulfed the ambience was already unsettling.
Hiachi shifted to air out her short sleeves. It felt stuffy all of the sudden. She could have choked on the air if she breathed too quickly.
Everything, all that this event was and would promise to be, was up to the next words spoken.
“If it ain't tha biggest loser in trivia history! No-Nuffin Numskull Takakazu!”
Oh. This wasn’t serious. This was… trivia. This fool of a man was nothing more than an egotistical game show personality. She eyed him. No foul intent—that was just how she looked. But she didn’t do much other than stare.
While she had an inkling of what was going on in the bar, but she still hadn’t a clue what was going on in Tak’s head. She averted her attention to him. Trying to catch a glimpse of him behind the shadow.
Tak moved back before outstretching his arms and forcing Hiachi and Dante into the limelight. “Say your prayers, asshole! Today is the day your 87 game win streak ends, because I bought a pair of secret weapons to bring your ass down!”
She wanted to sigh with relief. Tak hadn’t been possessed (not that she really thought he was, but that had been strange, hadn’t it?). His normal self was back in business, arguing with some guy and antagonizing them in the process.
…This is some bullshit.
She was right, and she prided herself on it. How foolish it would have been for her to believe this was an outing without ulterior motives! Thank god she was smart enough to spot things like these from miles away.
Hiachi fully spun around and headed for the door. Time for a graceful escape!
For twenty-four hours, Hiachi had been left in the dark. She had been sent spiraling into overthought, anxiety, paranoia. Really, was there any word in the sea of synonyms that could describe how she felt during those hours? She waited on bated breath for what awaited her from the shadows. Finally, she would be privy to the answer.
The figure who emerged from the shadows was easily identifiable: the brooding shadow belonged to Dante. His presence confused and clarified at once. Tak never had said it was just them, had he? And yet that was the impression she had. She returned the fist bump with low energy, but she returned it nonetheless.
The interior of the bar had been what she expected. The lights were cold and twinged with green. The wood was painted green, and the leather on the seats were peeling. It felt like it should have been desolate, but that was far from true. There were a lot of people, gruff men in particular, packed in the seats and barstools.
They turned their heads at them—the invading party. The silence that engulfed the ambience was already unsettling.
Hiachi shifted to air out her short sleeves. It felt stuffy all of the sudden. She could have choked on the air if she breathed too quickly.
Everything, all that this event was and would promise to be, was up to the next words spoken.
“If it ain't tha biggest loser in trivia history! No-Nuffin Numskull Takakazu!”
Oh. This wasn’t serious. This was… trivia. This fool of a man was nothing more than an egotistical game show personality. She eyed him. No foul intent—that was just how she looked. But she didn’t do much other than stare.
While she had an inkling of what was going on in the bar, but she still hadn’t a clue what was going on in Tak’s head. She averted her attention to him. Trying to catch a glimpse of him behind the shadow.
Tak moved back before outstretching his arms and forcing Hiachi and Dante into the limelight. “Say your prayers, asshole! Today is the day your 87 game win streak ends, because I bought a pair of secret weapons to bring your ass down!”
She wanted to sigh with relief. Tak hadn’t been possessed (not that she really thought he was, but that had been strange, hadn’t it?). His normal self was back in business, arguing with some guy and antagonizing them in the process.
…This is some bullshit.
She was right, and she prided herself on it. How foolish it would have been for her to believe this was an outing without ulterior motives! Thank god she was smart enough to spot things like these from miles away.
Hiachi fully spun around and headed for the door. Time for a graceful escape!