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rebootion 01 [action]
[Neku is... not exactly sure what to make of all this.]
[He had been so happy to be back to his life, to be away from all the crazy and killing. Maybe it was because of the exhaustion, or from just coming out of the three longest weeks in human history. But those few days had felt like a snap second, and this new development was absolutely not a welcome one. Maybe a few months ago Neku would have whined endlessly about his sudden transfer to 'Garden' or whatever this place was called... but right now his focus was on getting home.]
[If he knew where the 'scientists who are taking care of it' resided, he would probably have badgered them at least once. Fortunately for the scientists, he doesn't know where they are, so he instead focuses his attention on the minor problem of figuring out what the hell he's going to do with himself. If this SeeD thing really is for real, he's going to end up being a mercenary... Neku hadn't really paid much thought to erasing the Noise, back in the Reapers' Game. Maybe killing people was just the same? He didn't know. Though, admittedly, it was very hard for him to conceive the idea of killing other people; having been dead three weeks himself and fighting tooth and nail to return to life, doing that to other people was definitely a subject that wasn't sitting well with him anymore.]
[Another change from a few months ago. Before the Game, he might have accepted this with open arms. Now, however? Jury's still out.]
[Currently, Neku is wandering the Quad with a course catalog in his hands, looking as much like a freshman as it is physically possible to get. Since he came, Neku's been actually thinking about what he wants to do here. He... kind of has experience with all of the fighting forces, blades and firearms and whatnot. But still, killing people isn't on his top ten list of things to do when he grows up. 'Para-magic' maybe? Magic has to be similar to the pins he's familiar with, and at least he's not directly hurting people there.]
[...You know what, he's just going to roll up the catalog, shove it in his pocket, and look around the Quad. There has to be something to do here that he can use to get his mind off of this.]
[He had been so happy to be back to his life, to be away from all the crazy and killing. Maybe it was because of the exhaustion, or from just coming out of the three longest weeks in human history. But those few days had felt like a snap second, and this new development was absolutely not a welcome one. Maybe a few months ago Neku would have whined endlessly about his sudden transfer to 'Garden' or whatever this place was called... but right now his focus was on getting home.]
[If he knew where the 'scientists who are taking care of it' resided, he would probably have badgered them at least once. Fortunately for the scientists, he doesn't know where they are, so he instead focuses his attention on the minor problem of figuring out what the hell he's going to do with himself. If this SeeD thing really is for real, he's going to end up being a mercenary... Neku hadn't really paid much thought to erasing the Noise, back in the Reapers' Game. Maybe killing people was just the same? He didn't know. Though, admittedly, it was very hard for him to conceive the idea of killing other people; having been dead three weeks himself and fighting tooth and nail to return to life, doing that to other people was definitely a subject that wasn't sitting well with him anymore.]
[Another change from a few months ago. Before the Game, he might have accepted this with open arms. Now, however? Jury's still out.]
[Currently, Neku is wandering the Quad with a course catalog in his hands, looking as much like a freshman as it is physically possible to get. Since he came, Neku's been actually thinking about what he wants to do here. He... kind of has experience with all of the fighting forces, blades and firearms and whatnot. But still, killing people isn't on his top ten list of things to do when he grows up. 'Para-magic' maybe? Magic has to be similar to the pins he's familiar with, and at least he's not directly hurting people there.]
[...You know what, he's just going to roll up the catalog, shove it in his pocket, and look around the Quad. There has to be something to do here that he can use to get his mind off of this.]
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Yeah, it was. [He's not going to bother asking about 'Japan'. Not on Earth anymore, welp.]
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[Apollo's cut off by his bag breaking, sending the brushes and containers of paints rolling out on to the ground. He swears (in Greek) and starts gathering them back up]
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[Neku narrowly manages to avoid the paintsplosion, but it covers the ground for a fair way around. Apollo muttered something gibberish under his breath -- some foreign cursing?]
[It takes him a moment, but he eventually starts picking up the supplies as well. So this guy is an artist. Neku had marginal respect for artists; artists with visions, anyway. People who put thought and meaning into their work, and their world... those were the kinds of people that Neku felt were worthy of his respect.] ...You paint?
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[He's a little distracted, because those are good brushes on the ground now and dammit he paid too much for those!]
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[Now there's a thought. Neku had never considered himself artistic, at all. And somehow he doubted 'studio art' included obnoxious, brightly-colored graffiti. Still... he had no other ideas...]
...Neku Sakuraba.
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[That's all you get from Hairspike McGrumpycat. Sorry Apollo!]