[ and here Guanshan was just prepared to hoof it — but as soon as Shinsou points out the Flashpoint, it's like the pieces slot together seamlessly. ]
Oh, it's like a Prismanode. Yeah we can use that.
[ familiarity apparent, there's no lack of confidence when he claims a booth for them. it takes him a moment to reorient with the new technology — but like any youngster constantly inundated with ever-advancing applied sciences, it only takes shifting through a few menus to fully digest what he's seeing. he could twist the district-separated three dimensional map this way and that to find a nearby Flashpoint, but he finds a menu full of major landmarks for quick access and the embassy is listed right at the top. ]
Awright. Hey, lock that, it won't work 'til we do.
[ yeah, he's just gonna crowd both of them in here. it's fine, not like they'll come out conjoined twins on the other side or anything. surely. ]
( he has no idea what a "prismanode" is, but if guanshan has some sort of familiarity with this thing, he'll take it. it's a hell of a lot better of an option than the alternative.
shinsou supplies enough caution for the two of them as he lags a bit behind, giving the booth a critical look up and down as he stands just outside. as the other guy navigates the menu to find their destination, shinsou scans the walls, looking for any glaring warning: one person at a time, or else, gruesome death!
there's none of the sort, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous about this thing accidentally blending them instead of just transporting them. )
Oh. ( he hesitates, but then he steps inside, closing and securing the door behind them. )
Okay. ( deep breath in. deep breath out. fighting back a fledgling feeling of placebo vertigo lodged in his gut. ) Ready.
[ just like that, the drive engages, the world beyond the windows smearing into a painter's brushstrokes as their applied, a moving mosaic of color. their bodies feel nothing, feet stationary on the ground — little more than a tingling sensation like a shiver of goosebumps glittering through the nerves. the pictures rearrange themselves between the framing of the booth, gone from bustling landing dock to the even more clamorous whirlwind of life just outside of the embassy. ]
[ accustomed to the extreme change in settings in so, so very many ways, Guanshan moves on like nothing dimension-breaking had occurred at all. it all becomes very rote after a certain point. he pushes the door open and spills himself out, six senses noticing little more than the change in the way the air smells from one location to the next. it's fresher, here. ]
Awright. Sign-in, devices, assigned livin', supplemental income— [ oh, those big words he knows. the ones about money he can rattle off on each fingertip. right. — wait, he should check on his new buddy. ] You gonna make it, champ?
( travel is the process of one physically moving through the world, but in this machine, it works in a way that doesn't adhere to this at all: the world seems to move around them, and it causes his stomach to lurch violently despite the fact that they had been standing perfectly still throughout. what one could see of the transportation hub out the windows twists and warps until it snaps back into a clear picture again. the embassy, he would guess, though he has to tear his gaze away from it; he feels sick, and it's currently taking all of his mental processing power to center himself and not puke on guanshan, who has been nothing but generous to him since they met.
fortunately for the both of him, he manages to do this. it does take him a moment, though. he remains standing where he is, half-leaning into the corner of the booth, eyes closed and his hand over his mouth. distantly, he can hear each word that guanshan says, but they pixelate and disjoint in his mind until the question finally filters through. it's a few seconds after it's been asked, but shinsou open his eyes; he looks pale, but considerably less green than he had been a moment before. )
...Fine. (sure, you are. what he is is good enough to move, at the very least, so he separates from the wall and follows guanshan out of the flashpoint, glancing around the space the booths emptied out into. fortunately, it was inside the building, which further limited how much they'd have to be outside through this whole process.
he glances to his companion and nods, indicating they can go to whatever line they have to stand in — but he thinks more about what he'd heard him said, and something occurs to him. ) Is that how it worked, the last place you were at? They assigned a place for you to live?
( it's not so odd for him. UA had built dorms for all of their students within the last few months, after all. but he had known all of those people. is he going to have to live with a bunch of strangers? )
[ concern puts a halt in his pace, another reminder of why he brought this guy along with him in the first place — green behind the ears meant green under the eyes too, apparently. not for the first time, even before Shinsou questions him in turn, he realizes just how much experience has tempered him, and the memory of his first similar ride is enough to churn his guts, like thinking so hard on the past it manifests. ]
[ or maybe he's just prone to extreme empathy. either way, the steadying weight of his palm settles on Shinsou's shoulder, an awkward but earnest attempt at what little comfort he can provide. ]
Had more options there. This place is a little more, uh... [ and here he begins to glance around, taking in the foreign and opulent architecture, the bustle all around them. god, he hopes they don't have to wait in line for a fucking age. ] Red tape and caution signs. Ya know?
[ everything on the planet beneath Sumarlok is insanity and chaos — makes sense they'd have a government accustomed to handling that. attention checking back onto Shinsou again, he moves when he seems less motionsick, stepping over into the line labeled ARRIVALS. it moves surprisingly quickly, forcing them to shuffle forward a few times almost immediately. they've got the bureaucratic shit down, at least. ]
[ when a clerk opens up, she takes Guanshan's information down first — and it's thorough. name, age, sex, height and weight. "in case something happen," is an ominous truth he's long-since accepted. seeming to notice Shinsou hanging close by, he pulls his new comrade into the conversation. ]
We was hopin' to be assigned together.
[ "This isn't a slumber party," is the severe chide in return. ]
( fortunately, his wave of nausea is not a lasting one. with the ground once again solid beneath his feet and his surroundings congealed into something present and real, he grows more hale by the moment. still, he is a few shades pale when guanshan puts a hand on his shoulder; he glances up to him, sparing a faint, appreciative smile.
then it's time to move on.
it had been part of the gems' spiel back on the space station that they would taken care of, once they were delivered to the city that was to host them. the actual details of that had been something he'd missed. upon leaving the flashpoint and taking stock of his surroundings here at the embassy, he picks up on exactly what guanshan is telling him: bureaucracy. no, the prospect of standing in a line for however long isn't a thrilling one, but there's an odd sense of comfort of things working the same here as they had at home — hero society was something built heavily upon bureaucratic foundations as well.
just as the process had been back on the space station, they seem to have this down to a science. the line at arrivals moves quickly, and soon enough they're ushered from the front of the line to one of the stations. guanshan sidles to the counter and shinsou lingers a short distance behind; he'd noticed during their journey through the queue that they are processing people individually, despite a handful that seem to have arrived as duos or groups. he's glancing down the line of clerks, looking for another that might open and call him over, when he's looped into the interaction with this attendant both by the hook of his companion's arm and the trajectory of the conversation. shinsou blinks owlishly — they'd agreed to travel here together, but it hadn't been agreed upon before this point that they'd want to room together. but, if he had to decide based on a split decision here and now... he wants to stick with guanshan. he has an idea of how to navigate all of this shit already, and he's been kind enough to help him out thus far. so when the gem almost immediately shoots down that idea, citing regulation and protocol, a combination of disappointment and alarm twists in his stomach. it triggers a self-preservation instinct — the impulse of a drowning man grabbing for anything that might save him.
isn't a slumber party something that is in-line with what they want from us? it's a thought he keeps to himself; he hasn't really involved himself in the conversation (which was now beginning to progress into an argument), instead glancing to the next station. he had pieced together most of the process from how far guanshan had gotten through it, but he takes note of the steps afterward, memorizing the questions, thinking of how best to try to do this. he knows he will never feel perfectly confident with this, so after a minute or so he turns back to face the attendant, interjecting: )
— Excuse me. Can you tell me again why you can't make some kind of exception?
( the gem seems annoyed, but begins to reply, "as I've said, because —" and then she cuts off, expression going slack and eyes going vacant as the mental switch for his Brainwashing is flipped. after that, he moves quickly, not wanting to take too long or draw too much attention. ) Turn the screen toward me. ( he shoulders past guanshan so he can lean over and get a better look as the clerk dutifully does as he commands. from there, he gives her individual directions. there are two parts of the form: a part for the temporary resident and one for the residence. the second portion seems to be largely automated, randomly selecting gembonded to be roomed together in the way deemed most efficient by the system. from what he can see, the apartment already selected for guanshan isn't currently shared by anyone else — he memorizes the name, section, and number, and finishes the process for guanshan. a small plastic pod pops out of a slot near the attendant, and he tells her to give it to him — also giving the guy a light elbow to encourage him to take it.
he doesn't know how long the window will remain open before someone else in line is randomly assigned to that room, so he goes quickly. for each section of the form, he has to dictate each answer to her, going so far as to spell certain things out a character at a time. and then for the residence section, he instructs her to overwrite the random placement with what he'd memorized a moment before. ) Submit it... ( and here's the moment of truth —
pop. the same plastic pod, full of the necessities: identification, access to the apartment, etc. he tells her to pass it to him, and he slips it into his pocket. he couldn't have had her Brainwashed for longer than two or three minutes, but... he's feeling drained, for some reason. he has her turn the screen back to its original position, glances around them (no one seems to have paid them too much notice), and releases the Brainwashing.
the clerk blinks, focusing on him after a moment of bleary-eyed confusion. by that point, he's already talking. ) - I'll just see about what options we might have with filing an exception, then. Thank you for the explanation.
( and he turns to walk away, leaving her to her silent discombobulation. but she doesn't raise any concerns, not having enough reason to.
shinsou's strides away from the line of counters turn gradually into shuffles. he feels light-headed, but he turns over his shoulder to see if guanshan is following; for the time being, he's avoiding his gaze. )
[ less made of schemes than he is a hothead, Guanshan's part to play in all of this is attempting to wear down the will to live of the person he's on the verge of cussing out. sometimes it works, grants him what he wants on account of most being too self-loving to want to deal with him for long — but it's a tall ask, trying the patience of a bureaucrat. scum of The Man. ]
[ it's no sooner that Guanshan's words are getting more colorful (animal genitalia may have come up) that Shinsou interrupts. "as I've said—" ]
Man, I already asked her that, what makes you...
[ and he trails right off as soon as they start putting on a little master-and-slave charade, commands unthinkingly obeyed. Guanshan watches the exchange between puppetmaster and puppet with quiet, uncomprehending awe, shuffling out of Shinsou's way when needed and flinching as the randomized machinery fires and issues his information, opened up and stared at as it all begins to settle down like silt turned up on an ocean floor. ]
[ he probably wouldn't believe it if he hadn't seen it. he's known a lot of men who can do a lot of things — strength enough to slice open cars with magical weapons, brilliance enough to hack the highest tech facilities in futures he can't even comprehend, but this is a new one. ]
So you can... [ his walking comes to a stop just as they reach far enough away from the lines to not be heard, privacy unswerving. he's landed on the truth, however, wild it seems to be, but the implications are just starting to settle on him. ]
[ and so damn slick, too. he glances back at her and she seems none the wiser, decidedly unaware of what had just transpired. ]
Order people around without them knowin'...
[ a glance back at Shinsou. he doubts it's Guanshan's interrogation that has him looking pale again, even more tired that the natural dark rings under his eyes imply. that isn't why he feels a sympathetic throb, but rather — ]
( in stark contrast to how heated he had been getting a moment earlier, guanshan goes silent as soon as shinsou Brainwashes the clerk. he has to blinder himself to what he's doing here and now; it would be too easy to get conflicted with concern, worrying over what he might be thinking. instead he lightly manipulates the system with the mind-controlled attendant as his intermediary, directing her with a skill and alacrity which clearly indicates that he has done this before, and enough that it scarcely takes him half a second to slip into it from his typical passivity.
they're just lucky the system is as simple as it is. he's not even sure why she was being so obstinate about it — maybe an issue of policy, maybe an issue of not wanting to be liable if promises were made and things didn't work out. regardless, they aren't even far enough away for guanshan to come to halt, and shinsou is already feeling a seed of guilt taking root in his stomach. the key to wielding his quirk in a way befitting of a hero — they key to him being a hero at all — is in using it selflessly.
and what he'd just done was as selfish as it came. in addition to the light-headedness, the faint ringing in his ears, he feels a twist of nausea.
he comes to a halt when he senses that guanshan has done the same, though he doesn't turn to face him; his shoulders are tensing up, as if bracing up in anticipation for some sort of impact. so stupid... why on earth did he go off doing that for? who would want to knowingly walk into a living situation with someone who could control them at pretty much any point — who had just gone and shown that he didn't seem to have any qualms in doing so to a stranger?
"sounds lonely."
the line of tension snaps. without thinking, shinsou turns over his shoulder to look guanshan in the eye — the stoic mask which had been mustered to cover his apprehension and his guilt has cracked right down the middle, revealing something new and raw, something he isn't even really sure he had words for. he searches his expression for anything to prove sarcasm, to prove misunderstanding, but he comes up empty. "sounds lonely." no one's ever said something like that to him before. he's withstood years and years of people putting themselves in his shoes, and the only thing they had to tell of their ill-thought sojourn in his skin was what they might be tempted to do with such a potentially insidious, invasive power. no one ever bothers to think past the obvious — to try to understand both what the weight of that potential might mean over years, how it tended to alienate you from the others around you. his mind is blank; he can't think of anything to say, can't think of anything at all except that his throat feels tight. but much like he had before, he forces himself past it. the momentary vulnerability in his expression shutters in sections, and when she speaks, there's (thankfully) no traitorous tremor to its cadence or timbre. )
If you think you'd rather live with someone else, there's probably still time to go speak with them about it. ( hands in his pockets, he anxiously fidgets with a corner of the packet of identification. )
[ Guanshan meets his stare with a prying one of his own, flickering briefly between two purple irises — and then down, too unaccustomed to welcoming an intimacy he doesn't feel he has stake in. they barely know each other at all, really, and somehow he feels like he's witnessed something Shinsou would more like to have kept a secret. ]
[ ...and yet, if he had and Guanshan found out about it at a later time, that's when he would've felt some sort of betrayal. regardless of whether it was selfish isn't the issue for him; more that it was honest. Guanshan isn't unused to powers and strengths that can completely dominate him, a victim of those stronger and more impressive than him throughout much of his life — but he's gotten good at picking out the ones who'll abuse it and the ones who won't. ]
[ the truth is, Shinsou's a good kid. a smart-mouthed teenager and a little rough around the edges, but the desire for good things streaks through him brilliantly, and far deeper than it has in Guanshan for... a long time now. ]
Nah. Now you jes' got me excited to see what else'll happen.
[ one big step of his wide gait and he's rushing the other boy, an arm thrown companionably around his back that encourages him back towards the Flashpoint. they have an apartment to find and scope out in the Emerald District. ]
( it's not the answer he was expecting. his eyes widen almost imperceptibly, and any sort of response he might have lags behind guanshan's decision to step forward and corral him once more toward the Flashpoint, seemingly with the intention of warping their way to their new assigned apartment. ) - Oh. ( he's not usually the easiest guy to read, but that's what makes his actual moments of surprise like this so obvious. he almost asks if he's sure, but — no, it seems that guanshan knows full well what he's agreeing to. it would be rude to doubt him in that.
though any hope being held out for more exciting uses of shinsou's quirk might have to wither and die on the vine. he is a good kid, and perhaps to a fault. he's probably going to feel lightly guilty about what he just did for a few days, so the likelihood for continued mind control hijinks is low.
shinsou's breath huffs in a laugh. eggplant...?) Alright, alright. Careful - don't make me trip...
( they do have an apartment to find, a residential district to scope out, and... maybe at some point normal clothes and shoes to buy. )
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Oh, it's like a Prismanode. Yeah we can use that.
[ familiarity apparent, there's no lack of confidence when he claims a booth for them. it takes him a moment to reorient with the new technology — but like any youngster constantly inundated with ever-advancing applied sciences, it only takes shifting through a few menus to fully digest what he's seeing. he could twist the district-separated three dimensional map this way and that to find a nearby Flashpoint, but he finds a menu full of major landmarks for quick access and the embassy is listed right at the top. ]
Awright. Hey, lock that, it won't work 'til we do.
[ yeah, he's just gonna crowd both of them in here. it's fine, not like they'll come out conjoined twins on the other side or anything. surely. ]
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shinsou supplies enough caution for the two of them as he lags a bit behind, giving the booth a critical look up and down as he stands just outside. as the other guy navigates the menu to find their destination, shinsou scans the walls, looking for any glaring warning: one person at a time, or else, gruesome death!
there's none of the sort, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous about this thing accidentally blending them instead of just transporting them. )
Oh. ( he hesitates, but then he steps inside, closing and securing the door behind them. )
Okay. ( deep breath in. deep breath out. fighting back a fledgling feeling of placebo vertigo lodged in his gut. ) Ready.
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[ accustomed to the extreme change in settings in so, so very many ways, Guanshan moves on like nothing dimension-breaking had occurred at all. it all becomes very rote after a certain point. he pushes the door open and spills himself out, six senses noticing little more than the change in the way the air smells from one location to the next. it's fresher, here. ]
Awright. Sign-in, devices, assigned livin', supplemental income— [ oh, those big words he knows. the ones about money he can rattle off on each fingertip. right. — wait, he should check on his new buddy. ] You gonna make it, champ?
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fortunately for the both of him, he manages to do this. it does take him a moment, though. he remains standing where he is, half-leaning into the corner of the booth, eyes closed and his hand over his mouth. distantly, he can hear each word that guanshan says, but they pixelate and disjoint in his mind until the question finally filters through. it's a few seconds after it's been asked, but shinsou open his eyes; he looks pale, but considerably less green than he had been a moment before. )
...Fine. ( sure, you are. what he is is good enough to move, at the very least, so he separates from the wall and follows guanshan out of the flashpoint, glancing around the space the booths emptied out into. fortunately, it was inside the building, which further limited how much they'd have to be outside through this whole process.
he glances to his companion and nods, indicating they can go to whatever line they have to stand in — but he thinks more about what he'd heard him said, and something occurs to him. ) Is that how it worked, the last place you were at? They assigned a place for you to live?
( it's not so odd for him. UA had built dorms for all of their students within the last few months, after all. but he had known all of those people. is he going to have to live with a bunch of strangers? )
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[ or maybe he's just prone to extreme empathy. either way, the steadying weight of his palm settles on Shinsou's shoulder, an awkward but earnest attempt at what little comfort he can provide. ]
Had more options there. This place is a little more, uh... [ and here he begins to glance around, taking in the foreign and opulent architecture, the bustle all around them. god, he hopes they don't have to wait in line for a fucking age. ] Red tape and caution signs. Ya know?
[ everything on the planet beneath Sumarlok is insanity and chaos — makes sense they'd have a government accustomed to handling that. attention checking back onto Shinsou again, he moves when he seems less motionsick, stepping over into the line labeled ARRIVALS. it moves surprisingly quickly, forcing them to shuffle forward a few times almost immediately. they've got the bureaucratic shit down, at least. ]
[ when a clerk opens up, she takes Guanshan's information down first — and it's thorough. name, age, sex, height and weight. "in case something happen," is an ominous truth he's long-since accepted. seeming to notice Shinsou hanging close by, he pulls his new comrade into the conversation. ]
We was hopin' to be assigned together.
[ "This isn't a slumber party," is the severe chide in return. ]
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then it's time to move on.
it had been part of the gems' spiel back on the space station that they would taken care of, once they were delivered to the city that was to host them. the actual details of that had been something he'd missed. upon leaving the flashpoint and taking stock of his surroundings here at the embassy, he picks up on exactly what guanshan is telling him: bureaucracy. no, the prospect of standing in a line for however long isn't a thrilling one, but there's an odd sense of comfort of things working the same here as they had at home — hero society was something built heavily upon bureaucratic foundations as well.
just as the process had been back on the space station, they seem to have this down to a science. the line at arrivals moves quickly, and soon enough they're ushered from the front of the line to one of the stations. guanshan sidles to the counter and shinsou lingers a short distance behind; he'd noticed during their journey through the queue that they are processing people individually, despite a handful that seem to have arrived as duos or groups. he's glancing down the line of clerks, looking for another that might open and call him over, when he's looped into the interaction with this attendant both by the hook of his companion's arm and the trajectory of the conversation. shinsou blinks owlishly — they'd agreed to travel here together, but it hadn't been agreed upon before this point that they'd want to room together. but, if he had to decide based on a split decision here and now... he wants to stick with guanshan. he has an idea of how to navigate all of this shit already, and he's been kind enough to help him out thus far. so when the gem almost immediately shoots down that idea, citing regulation and protocol, a combination of disappointment and alarm twists in his stomach. it triggers a self-preservation instinct — the impulse of a drowning man grabbing for anything that might save him.
isn't a slumber party something that is in-line with what they want from us? it's a thought he keeps to himself; he hasn't really involved himself in the conversation (which was now beginning to progress into an argument), instead glancing to the next station. he had pieced together most of the process from how far guanshan had gotten through it, but he takes note of the steps afterward, memorizing the questions, thinking of how best to try to do this. he knows he will never feel perfectly confident with this, so after a minute or so he turns back to face the attendant, interjecting: )
— Excuse me. Can you tell me again why you can't make some kind of exception?
( the gem seems annoyed, but begins to reply, "as I've said, because —" and then she cuts off, expression going slack and eyes going vacant as the mental switch for his Brainwashing is flipped. after that, he moves quickly, not wanting to take too long or draw too much attention. ) Turn the screen toward me. ( he shoulders past guanshan so he can lean over and get a better look as the clerk dutifully does as he commands. from there, he gives her individual directions. there are two parts of the form: a part for the temporary resident and one for the residence. the second portion seems to be largely automated, randomly selecting gembonded to be roomed together in the way deemed most efficient by the system. from what he can see, the apartment already selected for guanshan isn't currently shared by anyone else — he memorizes the name, section, and number, and finishes the process for guanshan. a small plastic pod pops out of a slot near the attendant, and he tells her to give it to him — also giving the guy a light elbow to encourage him to take it.
he doesn't know how long the window will remain open before someone else in line is randomly assigned to that room, so he goes quickly. for each section of the form, he has to dictate each answer to her, going so far as to spell certain things out a character at a time. and then for the residence section, he instructs her to overwrite the random placement with what he'd memorized a moment before. ) Submit it... ( and here's the moment of truth —
pop. the same plastic pod, full of the necessities: identification, access to the apartment, etc. he tells her to pass it to him, and he slips it into his pocket. he couldn't have had her Brainwashed for longer than two or three minutes, but... he's feeling drained, for some reason. he has her turn the screen back to its original position, glances around them (no one seems to have paid them too much notice), and releases the Brainwashing.
the clerk blinks, focusing on him after a moment of bleary-eyed confusion. by that point, he's already talking. ) - I'll just see about what options we might have with filing an exception, then. Thank you for the explanation.
( and he turns to walk away, leaving her to her silent discombobulation. but she doesn't raise any concerns, not having enough reason to.
shinsou's strides away from the line of counters turn gradually into shuffles. he feels light-headed, but he turns over his shoulder to see if guanshan is following; for the time being, he's avoiding his gaze. )
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[ it's no sooner that Guanshan's words are getting more colorful (animal genitalia may have come up) that Shinsou interrupts. "as I've said—" ]
Man, I already asked her that, what makes you...
[ and he trails right off as soon as they start putting on a little master-and-slave charade, commands unthinkingly obeyed. Guanshan watches the exchange between puppetmaster and puppet with quiet, uncomprehending awe, shuffling out of Shinsou's way when needed and flinching as the randomized machinery fires and issues his information, opened up and stared at as it all begins to settle down like silt turned up on an ocean floor. ]
[ he probably wouldn't believe it if he hadn't seen it. he's known a lot of men who can do a lot of things — strength enough to slice open cars with magical weapons, brilliance enough to hack the highest tech facilities in futures he can't even comprehend, but this is a new one. ]
So you can... [ his walking comes to a stop just as they reach far enough away from the lines to not be heard, privacy unswerving. he's landed on the truth, however, wild it seems to be, but the implications are just starting to settle on him. ]
[ and so damn slick, too. he glances back at her and she seems none the wiser, decidedly unaware of what had just transpired. ]
Order people around without them knowin'...
[ a glance back at Shinsou. he doubts it's Guanshan's interrogation that has him looking pale again, even more tired that the natural dark rings under his eyes imply. that isn't why he feels a sympathetic throb, but rather — ]
Sounds lonely.
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they're just lucky the system is as simple as it is. he's not even sure why she was being so obstinate about it — maybe an issue of policy, maybe an issue of not wanting to be liable if promises were made and things didn't work out. regardless, they aren't even far enough away for guanshan to come to halt, and shinsou is already feeling a seed of guilt taking root in his stomach. the key to wielding his quirk in a way befitting of a hero — they key to him being a hero at all — is in using it selflessly.
and what he'd just done was as selfish as it came. in addition to the light-headedness, the faint ringing in his ears, he feels a twist of nausea.
he comes to a halt when he senses that guanshan has done the same, though he doesn't turn to face him; his shoulders are tensing up, as if bracing up in anticipation for some sort of impact. so stupid... why on earth did he go off doing that for? who would want to knowingly walk into a living situation with someone who could control them at pretty much any point — who had just gone and shown that he didn't seem to have any qualms in doing so to a stranger?
"sounds lonely."
the line of tension snaps. without thinking, shinsou turns over his shoulder to look guanshan in the eye — the stoic mask which had been mustered to cover his apprehension and his guilt has cracked right down the middle, revealing something new and raw, something he isn't even really sure he had words for. he searches his expression for anything to prove sarcasm, to prove misunderstanding, but he comes up empty. "sounds lonely." no one's ever said something like that to him before. he's withstood years and years of people putting themselves in his shoes, and the only thing they had to tell of their ill-thought sojourn in his skin was what they might be tempted to do with such a potentially insidious, invasive power. no one ever bothers to think past the obvious — to try to understand both what the weight of that potential might mean over years, how it tended to alienate you from the others around you. his mind is blank; he can't think of anything to say, can't think of anything at all except that his throat feels tight. but much like he had before, he forces himself past it. the momentary vulnerability in his expression shutters in sections, and when she speaks, there's (thankfully) no traitorous tremor to its cadence or timbre. )
If you think you'd rather live with someone else, there's probably still time to go speak with them about it. ( hands in his pockets, he anxiously fidgets with a corner of the packet of identification. )
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[ ...and yet, if he had and Guanshan found out about it at a later time, that's when he would've felt some sort of betrayal. regardless of whether it was selfish isn't the issue for him; more that it was honest. Guanshan isn't unused to powers and strengths that can completely dominate him, a victim of those stronger and more impressive than him throughout much of his life — but he's gotten good at picking out the ones who'll abuse it and the ones who won't. ]
[ the truth is, Shinsou's a good kid. a smart-mouthed teenager and a little rough around the edges, but the desire for good things streaks through him brilliantly, and far deeper than it has in Guanshan for... a long time now. ]
Nah. Now you jes' got me excited to see what else'll happen.
[ one big step of his wide gait and he's rushing the other boy, an arm thrown companionably around his back that encourages him back towards the Flashpoint. they have an apartment to find and scope out in the Emerald District. ]
C'mon, you julienned eggplant.
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though any hope being held out for more exciting uses of shinsou's quirk might have to wither and die on the vine. he is a good kid, and perhaps to a fault. he's probably going to feel lightly guilty about what he just did for a few days, so the likelihood for continued mind control hijinks is low.
shinsou's breath huffs in a laugh. eggplant...? ) Alright, alright. Careful - don't make me trip...
( they do have an apartment to find, a residential district to scope out, and... maybe at some point normal clothes and shoes to buy. )