A. [So here's the thing about Chuuya: He's friendly, but he is very much that guy who will react with a temper when pissed off. So when a fairy makes a rude gesture at him in response to his questions, he of course starts shouting.
And soon stops, voice cutting out awkwardly mid-word. He opens his mouth silently, no sound escaping him.
The sheer fury on his face is downright comical.]
B. [When he starts yelling even louder when his voice returns, 10 minutes later, a different tactic is taken: He's struck blind, wavering in place, and now he gets it, tension tight in his shoulders at the lack of vision.
Okay. Don't fuck with the faeries. Got it. the next 15 minutes are going to be extremely awkward and vulnerable for the normally fiery man. Someone might want to help him out.
Or make him feel even more uneasy, perhaps.]
Leave no stone unturned [Well, Chuuya is nothing if not a thorough man when given a mission, so of course he's going to rummage through everything while attempting to at least be respectful as he does so. Those messages seem to imply that these people are long gone, and Chuuya is--surprisingly perhaps--quite respectful when it comes to the dead and lost.
He takes a few items here and there, intending to propose the construction of a memorial of some sort or another. Small trinkets, nothing he intends to keep.
Of course, getting to those things means tripping a fair few traps. The first time he stumbles into a trapdoor trap, the shout that escapes him is quite loud, but he's soon floating himself out of the previously concealed hole with a scowl.]
Seriously? What were these people tryin' to keep out?
[People like them? or something else?
Chuuya will keep his eyes peeled, cutting tripwires with his knife when he spots them and pulling people out of holes after they've triggered traps. The nice benefit of having a guy who can manipulate gravity freely around.]
Those who come at night [When they finally manage to get a good look at the figures hanging around, Chuuya's blood runs cold.
Those marks... They're just like back then. One gloved hand reaches up to rub against his cheek and neck, bare of marks now but still remembered.
For that reason alone, Chuuya chooses not to attack those with brands and tries to focus on the shadowy ghosts, trying to avoid attacks from the infected as he does. His punches do nothing however: they just send him flying backwards every time.
He's a bit injured by the time the advice to use the items comes along, but it's enough: He shoves whatever he can grab from his pocket towards the infected trying to attack him, watching as their face goes blank before they crumple to the ground. Alive.
Shit. All the way out here? But how?
He can be found fighting and protecting others both: While his abilities do very little to damage the ghosts, he can still move very quickly to drag people out of harms way.
And if needed, he'll throw items towards people who are empty handed and looking like they need help against an infected.] Catch!!!
Chuuya Nakahara | Bungo Stray Dogs | Open
A. [So here's the thing about Chuuya: He's friendly, but he is very much that guy who will react with a temper when pissed off. So when a fairy makes a rude gesture at him in response to his questions, he of course starts shouting.
And soon stops, voice cutting out awkwardly mid-word. He opens his mouth silently, no sound escaping him.
The sheer fury on his face is downright comical.]
B. [When he starts yelling even louder when his voice returns, 10 minutes later, a different tactic is taken: He's struck blind, wavering in place, and now he gets it, tension tight in his shoulders at the lack of vision.
Okay. Don't fuck with the faeries. Got it. the next 15 minutes are going to be extremely awkward and vulnerable for the normally fiery man. Someone might want to help him out.
Or make him feel even more uneasy, perhaps.]
Leave no stone unturned
[Well, Chuuya is nothing if not a thorough man when given a mission, so of course he's going to rummage through everything while attempting to at least be respectful as he does so. Those messages seem to imply that these people are long gone, and Chuuya is--surprisingly perhaps--quite respectful when it comes to the dead and lost.
He takes a few items here and there, intending to propose the construction of a memorial of some sort or another. Small trinkets, nothing he intends to keep.
Of course, getting to those things means tripping a fair few traps. The first time he stumbles into a trapdoor trap, the shout that escapes him is quite loud, but he's soon floating himself out of the previously concealed hole with a scowl.]
Seriously? What were these people tryin' to keep out?
[People like them? or something else?
Chuuya will keep his eyes peeled, cutting tripwires with his knife when he spots them and pulling people out of holes after they've triggered traps. The nice benefit of having a guy who can manipulate gravity freely around.]
Those who come at night
[When they finally manage to get a good look at the figures hanging around, Chuuya's blood runs cold.
Those marks... They're just like back then. One gloved hand reaches up to rub against his cheek and neck, bare of marks now but still remembered.
For that reason alone, Chuuya chooses not to attack those with brands and tries to focus on the shadowy ghosts, trying to avoid attacks from the infected as he does. His punches do nothing however: they just send him flying backwards every time.
He's a bit injured by the time the advice to use the items comes along, but it's enough: He shoves whatever he can grab from his pocket towards the infected trying to attack him, watching as their face goes blank before they crumple to the ground. Alive.
Shit. All the way out here? But how?
He can be found fighting and protecting others both: While his abilities do very little to damage the ghosts, he can still move very quickly to drag people out of harms way.
And if needed, he'll throw items towards people who are empty handed and looking like they need help against an infected.] Catch!!!