IC Contact/Voicemail

[ardent]

[VOICE/TEXT/VIDEO; OPEN TO ALL]

"You've reached Kiyotaka Ishimaru; I seem to have missed you! My sincerest apologies for that - but if you leave your name and state your business, firmly and concisely, I'll return your contact as soon as I can!

Until then, I look forward to speaking to you; do what you can to make your day pleasant and productive, and be sure to keep your head up!"

[Please state in the subject line if OOC planning is preferred and we can handwave like the wind, but otherwise IC will be assumed!]

Comments

[superordinary]

Yeah. Let's talk in person.

...html what happened did i forget to close something

[ardent]

All right! You can come downstairs if you want; I'm by myself for the time being.

html hates you apparently

[superordinary]

I'll be there in a minute.

[ And sure enough, soon there's one (1) protagonist in the basement. ]

Hey.

always

[ardent]

[The basement is really obviously a space shared by two people, and two very different people at that - most of it is almost needlessly organized, but there's a good portion of it that's...decidedly more haphazard, with various banners and insignia all over. For what it's worth, though, they've done a decent job clearing out the space given that the previous owner of this house seems to have been some sort of compulsive hoarder, and the boxes of Potions have mostly been cordoned off to one side, if stacked a little perilously high (why would anyone need so many).

Ishimaru himself is sitting at the table they've put down there (for the sake of letting him write or make charts or do self-imposed homework privately with the deadbolt latched, on days when he's in a particularly poor mental state) and he seems to be going through things and trying to get them organized in a semi-cohesive manner when Naegi comes in. He seems a little scattered but generally fine, and he looks up when he's addressed.]

Naegi-kun! What's on your mind?

[Go ahead and find somewhere to sit, man, he doesn't mind.]

[superordinary]

[ He'll be wandering over to that bed over there and sits down, hands loosely on his knees. ]

Something happened last week.

[ardent]

[Ishimaru freezes up a little; during the last weird weekend they all had, Enoshima showed up, didn't she.]

...What do you mean, "something happened"?

[superordinary]

Remember when I told you about that time I was held hostage on a bus?

[ardent]

[...Oh.]

Yes, of course.

[superordinary]

Akafuku showed up and he wasn't happy to see me.

[ardent]

[And for a long moment he just kind of stares.]

...You can talk to me about it if you want, I...I don't mind.

[superordinary]

[ Naegi's quiet for a while, and the floor must've gotten really interesting all of a sudden given that he's looking down. ]

My memory's really hazy, but...I'm pretty sure I got pushed off the Tin Tower.

[ardent]

What?!

[He twitches at that, sharply and violently; it takes him a moment to find words.]

You...seem okay, are you - why, I don't...!

[...OKAY THEY'RE NOT VERY COHERENT WORDS

BUT THEY'RE WORDS]

[superordinary]

I-I'm okay, Ishimaru-kun! I'm not injured or anything.

[ GOOD THING THERE'S NO DEATH HERE HUH ]