Our Avatars Are In A Room Together Season 2

Slade and Vandal - Helicopter

   (Slade seems a bit unnerved.)   

   Who was that?   

No one important. Let's get out of here.

(The helicopter attempts to leave.)

(Previously on Ryusei, Dori and Tsubasa's Bizarre Adventure...)

Park (Dori and Sthesia)

Hmmmm... Okay, fair enough!

(Dori sighs in relief.)

Park (Ryusei) and (Tsubasa)

-The two teenage boys are silently relieved, each with sheepish expressions.-

"Ehehehe... These are the friends I told you about, Aunt Sthesia."

-Sthesia may remember that Ryusei mentioned a couple of good friends of his... and how they were basically his ONLY friends.-

"Yeah... Ryusei, Dori, and I have been friends for a long time...!"

-Or, well... Ryusei and Dori have. He's only been around for a few years...-

Park (Dori and Sthesia)

Yeah, we have been really good friends...

(There's a small blush there.)

Awwww, well, it's good to know this little guy here is taken care of. Right, Tsubasa?

Park (Ryusei) and (Tsubasa)

-Ryusei smiles at what Dori says, although he's a little confused about her being a bit blushy there.-

"...Are you OK, Dori?"

-Meanwhile Tsubasa is smiling, but seems a little confused as well.-

"Ryusei's not lit—"

-...Oh! Right, not like... literal...-

-He gets sheepish again, although he's still smiling.-

"Y-Yeah. Ryusei's been in good hands. That's... what people say sometimes, right?"

-He looks over towards Tsubasa and Dori, although he's speaking to Sthesia.-

"Ever since I met them, they've been together. I... think that helped me, too. I admire that friendship they have."

-Seeing those two interact, back when he was still so clueless... It gave him someone around his age to bond with and proper, normal interaction.-

-He can't help but be thankful to them. Seeing them be such great friends.-

-It's very admirable to him, and he hopes that they're always such good friends.-

Park (Sthesia and Dori)

Huh? Nothing!

Eheheheh, that's good. It's always good to have friends you can trust, Tsubasa.

Speaking of, Ryusei, we might need to let the outpost know you're back to normal. Is that okay with you?

Park (Ryusei) and (Tsubasa)

-Ryusei still seems a little confused about Dori's awkwardness, but...-

"...OK, if you're sure..."

-Tsubasa nods with a smile, and then looks towards Ryusei when Sthesia mentions letting the outpost know.-

"Ah, that's right... You've been staying at the outpost, haven't you?"

"Y-Yeah..."

-Ryusei looks back to Sthesia, looking a little nervous now.-

"That's... a good idea... I'm a little worried, though..."

-After all...-

"...They must be REALLY mad at me. I... think I did something that would have made them mad at me...?"

-His memory's pretty blurry though... The clearest thing he remembers is when he was nearly killed. Since that was... you know, an extremely emotionally heated moment for him and such.-

-Plus it is involved with his own safety and life.-

"...I-If they... want to lock me up or anything, or if, uh... they want to question me... I-I don't mind..."

-Although...-

-He... really needs to thank Dori and everyone else...-

"...Thanks, Dori. And you guys, too... Tsubasa... Aunt Sthesia... I, uh... It's thanks to you that I'm back to normal."

-He gets another smile, although... he finds himself thinking.-

-...He remembers that his dad was really attached to him while they were Zombies...-

-What's going to happen when he realizes that Ryusei's no longer a 'teammate'...?-

"..."

-...They'll all have to fight to get everyone back to normal.-

-They can do it... Dori was able to save him... Surely they'll be able to save everyone else.-

Park

-The air splits in twain, and a hole into an endless shadowy abyss opens in the void betwixt.-

-A figure struts out, puffing its chest in dramatic fashion-

Long have I waited for this moment.....Long have I wandered, for the chance to cross swords with you again....

-He stomps his foot, striking a pose-

Bear witness to the return of your ultimate nemesis, BAAA-

-Only just now has he noticed that he is shouting at an empty patch of park-

.............

Ha Ha! A perfectly executed rehearsal! I am ready for the true encounter, now...!

Park (Good Lunch)

-What do you know? It's not so empty after all! If you look just a bit off to the side, you can see a blueish-purplish-haired girl clapping.-

"That was a lovely act!"

-She seems amazed by your entrance, and is cheerful.-

-She, uh... seems to think you were putting on a performance...-

Park

-The red, clownish looking man takes note of his audience-

Hmmm?....

-He slooooowly turns to face her, hopping on one foot to maintain his dramatic pose.-

Ha haaa! Like what you see!? I take great pride in my skillful display of technique!

Park (Good Lunch)

-Nod, nod!-

"Yes! I can tell you're very talented...!"

-She wonders if the others would enjoy seeing a performer...-

"It's a very bold and strong performance. You must have a lot of fans...!"

Park

More than you could imagine! The legacy I carry has crossed the boundaries of dimensions, my fanbase is nearly as numerous as the weapons I've gathered in my travels!

Park (Good Lunch)

-Oh? He's a weapon-collector?-

"Oh my! I don't think I've ever met someone that collects weapons..."

-The idea of so many weapons is a little scary, actually...!-

-Of course... there is the OTHER Lunch, who has her massive collection of guns.-

-And more guns. And even MORE guns.-

-...Did I mention that Bad Lunch has a lot of guns?-

-...But anyway, this guy seems nice! Not to mention that Lunch knows a bunch of people that fight and train all the time, so it shouldn't bother her anyway.-

"Is it a fun hobby?"

Water Tower

Erin stood up above the city once again, watching.

Streets — Peter Parker (reserved)

Peter is walking down the street, munching on a hot dog as he cranes his head about, looking for nearby Hyperion enforcers.

Streets

-Peter hears a voice in his head-

{Do not be alarmed.}

Streets — Peter Parker

Peter stops in his tracks, looking around slowly. "You know, saying that just has the opposite effect, it makes me more alarmed," he says, "not less..."

Edited by Boxen on Sep 22nd 2019 at 9:52:28 AM

Streets

-He sees an image of a girl flicker into his vision for a few seconds before disappearing and coming back, like a television signal with horrible reception-

{I understand. I'd be concerned, too...I wasn't sure who else to turn to except, well...a superhero.}

Edited by Randomman5 on Sep 22nd 2019 at 6:53:41 AM

Streets — Peter Parker

Peter stiffens, his eyes widening. He blinks a few times, then walks into an alley to his left, tossing the hot dog into a nearby trashcan. "Please please please tell me you're a voice in my head that's saying these things because that's a lot to just say out in the open."

Edited by Boxen on Sep 22nd 2019 at 9:57:46 AM

Streets

{Nobody can hear me but you, and nobody knows...Jack included. You changed near a Hyperion camera - they're setting them up everywhere around here, I saw you on one of them. I deleted the footage, so Jack didn't have a chance to see it.}

Streets — Peter Parker

Peter sighs and turns, falls back against the brick wall. "Goddamn, they're quick. Gonna need to get better at this whole 'opsec' thing..."

He looks around in the alley for cameras.

Streets

-There's two, but they're stopping just short of actually looking in his direction-

{Hyperion doesn't know I'm in their systems as much as I am, so I'm keeping the cameras off you where I can.}

Streets — Peter Parker

"Okay... that's good at least."

Peter drums his hand against the brick. Then, he thinks, "Test."

Streets

-No response...seems she can't read your mind at least-

{Are you there?}

Streets — Peter Parker

Peter stiffens again. "Oh, oh yeah, I'm good, I was just thinking about questions that I have that I probably shouldn't ask because iunno if the mics are on."