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00X. [Video/Action - Fourth Wall Event]
[Ishimaru seems to finally be seeing fit to make an appearance, having been oddly absent since the weirdness started yesterday; it's not that he hasn't noticed the strangeness, he just hasn't been too inclined to comment, despite his usual inclination for enthusiastic, socially-awkward pep talks that no one really asked for.
After all, he's been in something of an odd state lately himself.]
[VIDEO]
[Well, he's certainly breaking the radio silence now, at any rate.
The video flickers alive from a vantage point reasonably low to the ground, though it's a good enough distance away for the figure in it to be fully given - the white gakuran is definitely familiar, and it's likely that the route in the background is as well; he's near Goldenrod, at any rate. However, the actual person in the shot is both familiar and not - he shares Ishimaru's build and features, though the white hair is definitely new, as is the dark, heavy makeup around his eyes and the downright manic smirk twisting his expression.
The fact that his eyes appear to be quite literally on fire as opposed to just adhering to the bad cliché and staying all figurative about it is also pretty high on the Not Okay scale.
As a matter of fact, neither of this is looking Okay, as far as Ishimaru is normally concerned; while he's always been a weirdly intense kid, he's always been pacifistic, but it seems that's gone straight out the window in the name of whatever the hell he seems to be doing today. He's seated in the video, stance sprawling and casual, and he's leaning forward against some sort of...stick? Is that a stick? It's a bit hard to tell in the video, though there appears to be Japanese characters written on it, though they're blurry due to distance and a bit difficult to make out upside-down besides. What can be made out, however, is exactly what he's sitting on - and that would be the downed forms of a pair of Team Rocket grunts, judging by the familiar uniforms and the red R insignia visible on the one he's directly on.
He just gives another of those manic smirks at the camera, raising his left hand; three non-expanded Pokéballs are pinned between his fingers.]
Caught these stupid fuckers trying to take advantage of the chaos to prey on those weaker than them, so I thought I'd put a stop to that - it'd be an insult to my honor and the memory of my brother to let them beat up a girl, after all!
[The grunt closest to the ground makes a noise then; it seems to catch his attention.]
Oh, hey, you bastard - you finally waking up? It's about time.
[He finally deigns to get up and let the grunts below him struggle to their feet, though he's quick to swing that stick upwards to establish both a visible threat and ensure they keep their distance from him - giving the camera a full view of the dual spikes on the end in the process.
Yeah, thing's a fucking pickaxe.]
Let that be a message to you fuckers - try to pull that sort of stupid shit again and I'll wreck at least four points on your median plane, you got that?!
[...whatever that means, bro.
At any rate, once the...uh, evildoers there have gotten the hell out of the frame, the camera's going to get its jittercam on as he makes his way over and picks it up; that weird, manic expression still hasn't left.]
And let that be a message to you bastards as well - but I bet that goes without saying, doesn't it?
[OOC]
[Right, well! For the canon-unfamiliar who nevertheless don't mind spoilers, this post is being brought to you courtesy of a thing called Ishida - an alternate personality that Ishimaru develops midway through chapter three as an escape from a mental breakdown following the execution in chapter two. He's far more confident overall in dealing with people than Ishimaru is, but unfortunately he fails at social about a million times worse; he's abrasive, profane, ridiculously hotblooded and generally a bit of an orzfest, and when it comes to his appearance, you will find that I was not exaggerating.
Tags will continue to come from this journal, but they will be featuring this particular hot mess; if you want action, he's going to be sticking close to Goldenrod if he has a say, but like with most fourth wall things, I will not balk if you want him elsewhere - go ahead and assume glitching happened, if you like! Ishimaru isn't going to remember shit about this particular fiasco after the weekend passes, so uh. Enjoy him while he's here?]
After all, he's been in something of an odd state lately himself.]
[VIDEO]
[Well, he's certainly breaking the radio silence now, at any rate.
The video flickers alive from a vantage point reasonably low to the ground, though it's a good enough distance away for the figure in it to be fully given - the white gakuran is definitely familiar, and it's likely that the route in the background is as well; he's near Goldenrod, at any rate. However, the actual person in the shot is both familiar and not - he shares Ishimaru's build and features, though the white hair is definitely new, as is the dark, heavy makeup around his eyes and the downright manic smirk twisting his expression.
The fact that his eyes appear to be quite literally on fire as opposed to just adhering to the bad cliché and staying all figurative about it is also pretty high on the Not Okay scale.
As a matter of fact, neither of this is looking Okay, as far as Ishimaru is normally concerned; while he's always been a weirdly intense kid, he's always been pacifistic, but it seems that's gone straight out the window in the name of whatever the hell he seems to be doing today. He's seated in the video, stance sprawling and casual, and he's leaning forward against some sort of...stick? Is that a stick? It's a bit hard to tell in the video, though there appears to be Japanese characters written on it, though they're blurry due to distance and a bit difficult to make out upside-down besides. What can be made out, however, is exactly what he's sitting on - and that would be the downed forms of a pair of Team Rocket grunts, judging by the familiar uniforms and the red R insignia visible on the one he's directly on.
He just gives another of those manic smirks at the camera, raising his left hand; three non-expanded Pokéballs are pinned between his fingers.]
Caught these stupid fuckers trying to take advantage of the chaos to prey on those weaker than them, so I thought I'd put a stop to that - it'd be an insult to my honor and the memory of my brother to let them beat up a girl, after all!
[The grunt closest to the ground makes a noise then; it seems to catch his attention.]
Oh, hey, you bastard - you finally waking up? It's about time.
[He finally deigns to get up and let the grunts below him struggle to their feet, though he's quick to swing that stick upwards to establish both a visible threat and ensure they keep their distance from him - giving the camera a full view of the dual spikes on the end in the process.
Yeah, thing's a fucking pickaxe.]
Let that be a message to you fuckers - try to pull that sort of stupid shit again and I'll wreck at least four points on your median plane, you got that?!
[...whatever that means, bro.
At any rate, once the...uh, evildoers there have gotten the hell out of the frame, the camera's going to get its jittercam on as he makes his way over and picks it up; that weird, manic expression still hasn't left.]
And let that be a message to you bastards as well - but I bet that goes without saying, doesn't it?
[OOC]
[Right, well! For the canon-unfamiliar who nevertheless don't mind spoilers, this post is being brought to you courtesy of a thing called Ishida - an alternate personality that Ishimaru develops midway through chapter three as an escape from a mental breakdown following the execution in chapter two. He's far more confident overall in dealing with people than Ishimaru is, but unfortunately he fails at social about a million times worse; he's abrasive, profane, ridiculously hotblooded and generally a bit of an orzfest, and when it comes to his appearance, you will find that I was not exaggerating.
Tags will continue to come from this journal, but they will be featuring this particular hot mess; if you want action, he's going to be sticking close to Goldenrod if he has a say, but like with most fourth wall things, I will not balk if you want him elsewhere - go ahead and assume glitching happened, if you like! Ishimaru isn't going to remember shit about this particular fiasco after the weekend passes, so uh. Enjoy him while he's here?]
[ACTION]
That reason might just be the motorcycle he's currently roaring through town on.
In fact, he probably wouldn't have even paid much attention to Ishida (there have been a lot of strange things happening today - Ishimaru with white hair and eyeflames would be one of the least strange things - but the two Rocket Grunts running by as though the devil himself was after them.
Normally Mondo would have left it well enough alone, but today he's feeling arrogant and cocky and why the fuck not, let's investigate!
...His investigation stalls a moment later when he recognizes that white uniform.]
Hey, aniki-- Whoa, what happened to your hair?
[...]
Are your eyes on fire!?
[......]
What the fuck!?
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But the sound of a vehicle likely wasn't good; stupid fuckers better not have brought in reinforcements. He has a weapon, yeah, but he's not a goddamn superhero; if they've got one of those guys with biceps bigger than his head, then he's screwed seven ways from Sunday and he knows it.
However, the person he does end up seeing is more startling than any possible reinforcer they could have brought in.]
I...!
[.......]
What the hell sort of questions are those?!
[...let's...get defensive, that's a great idea.]
Aniki, what are you doing here?!
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[Well, apparently not since Ishimaru is just standing there-- wait. Did he just cuss!?]
The fuck's wrong with you, aniki? I've been here since you have, or around the same time or something. Look, that's not important. What the fuck happened to you?
[...]
Hey, is that my pickaxe? Where the fuck did you get that?
[2 + 2 = sailing right over his head.]
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As for the pickaxe, I...
[He trails off somewhere in the middle of all the shouting, turning the thing over in his hands as though actually properly examining it for the first time.
He shrugs after a moment, though.]
...that's actually a really good question - I just kind of had it!
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[Okay, that's throwing him off worse than anything else here, though Ishimaru's words are beginning to worry him too.]
Don't you remember waiting for Naegi to show up here and then that really fucking awkward conversation we had with him? We've been here for awhile, aniki. We didn't just wake up here.
[...As far as the pickaxe goes... well, Mondo can't really complain too much about that and he returns that shrug.]
Well, don't go getting yourself in over your head. You're lucky those grunts didn't run off to get the Execs or something!
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[...that actually technically answers the question of why he's doing it, when you think about it. Not that he's going to point that out or anything - he has more important things to worry about.
Like Mondo's words after that. Those actually seem to be what throw him; you can practically see his brain come to a screaming halt.]
Y-Yeah. Yeah, I remember talking to Naegi, I think - shit, that feels like such a long time ago, though, and I definitely just came around here in the last few hours.
[.........]
What the fuck, aniki, seriously.
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[Thankfully Ishimaru spares him from continuing there with his confusion and Mondo can practically see the cogs turning in his head. Huh. He's never actually experienced that before!]
Okay, well maybe you went home? People do that sometimes, they go home and then they come back with new memories. So maybe that's what happened? That would explain why you've suddenly got white hair and your eyes are on fire. What happened back home?
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[His words are sharp, vehement; there's a sort of hostility to them that usually isn't present, at least not to that extent.]
Anyway, I'm sure you remember what happened - people don't just forget shit like that!
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I didn't go home, aniki. I only remember getting the second motive, remember? We were at the same point in time, but Naegi was from the future, or something like that, remember? But I guess you went home and went through some more shit.
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We both went through some more shit. Everybody went through some more shit.
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Look, I... don't wanna know exactly what happened but... are we dead?
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You are.
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For once, he puts two and two together and comes up with four.]
...You didn't take that well, I guess. Are you trying to be more like me? With the cussing and the eyeliner and shit?
[...Well, maybe 3.5 but he's close!]
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Ishida doesn't seem fazed or bothered by the question, however; if anything, he smirks at it.]
I'm not trying to be anything - I'm just myself! You spoke to me after everything was over with; told me to keep going, by any means possible. Your spirit's helping me do that, in a way - a perfect amalgamation, never to be taken apart! I'm not losing you again, aniki; you can be sure of that!
[His words are forceful, vehement, and two things are incredibly obvious:
The first is that this is something he believes entirely.
The second is that he seems to have no idea how creepy this sounds.]
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Let me see if I got this right. I died, you spoke with me somehow after I died, then you did the fusion dance with my spirit or something and the end result is this?
[Holy shit, that's the most messed up thing he's ever heard.]
...Aniki, that's fucked up.
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[...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...]
...Well, actually, yeah, it was pretty much exactly like that.
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Look, it's not nearly as fucked up as it sounds, all right!!
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[There's a clear moment of hesitation there, where he looks like he wants to say something else, something that will expand on the last point there, but he keeps his mouth shut.]
Look, I guess I can see why you'd do something like that since we were - are? - really close. But it still sounds pretty fucked up. I get that my death must've fucked you over badly but... this ain't the healthiest way to deal with this sorta shit, aniki.
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[...because it's completely goddamn obvious what he's talking about, right]
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[Hang on, you've lost him.]
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Who I was before. I guess.
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Like I said - a perfect amalgamation! You can call me Ishida, though.
[It's easier to just get the name out there without the explanation; he'd confused himself somehow last time he tried to explain how he came to that name in particular.]
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[Oh is kind of an understatement there. Ishida genuinely believes he's an amalgamation of Ishimaru and Mondo. Wow. What does he do with this knowledge...]
Well, this is... flattering, I guess? Still creepy as fuck though. Should I still be calling you aniki?
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[Like it's the most obvious thing in the goddamn world.]
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[Okay, well this is fifty shades of awkward, now what? Mondo would really like to see Ishimaru again, but it sounds like this version is a permanent fixture now. This is some of the weirdest shit he's ever experienced.]
So uh, obviously I got my bike back! You wanna go for a ride?
[If you're part him then of course you'll want to go!!]
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