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Post by henri lavoie on Oct 5, 2022 11:11:54 GMT
"I have half the time to get stronger and roam that place again sometime. ...shame to see my country reduced to a sprawling hellscape of rogue technology."
"Right."
He wasn't even looking at the sky - all he found wonders in was the man standing in front of him, who responded to him in soft yet majestic regality; his voice calming yet hypnotizing, his timbre warm amidst the cloudy temperature.
"As good as London can be."
Henri calmed the rushing heartbeats drumming inside the cage of his ribs. He felt his expression softening up, forcing a chuckle out of his core.
"Yes, I made it... Thanks to you." Quite literally and metaphorically so, but he didn't have to know that. Since he said his country was reduced to a danger zone under complete control of the robotic threats, this man was Japanese, then. "And my condolences for the state of Neo Tokyo now. I'm not quite sure I'm ready to face those robots again, but I do want to enjoy some Japanese parfait in peace next time."
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Sept 15, 2022 10:35:20 GMT
Post by henri lavoie on Sept 15, 2022 10:35:20 GMT
"Good morning."
Or afternoon. Or evening. Or night.
It didn't matter. It never mattered.
Going into downtown London with zero expectations for the umpteenth time that week, imagine the pressure Henri was put under when he once again caught the sight of someone he really wanted to chance upon after a brief, messy encounter with a sadistic robot back in Neo Tokyo; a good bye that had arrived too soon and now a meeting that he was unprepared for.
His world blurred and the man standing in front of him in all his glory seemed to have absorbed the colors of his surroundings - light focused only on him as everything else moved in greyish slow motion. The reds of his earring and the highlights on his hair. The bright crimson that outlined the sharp corners of his golden orbs. The white glow on the fabric of his suit.
It's him.
He untied the threads that stitched his lips, mouthing the want to utter a word of greeting - anything.
"Great weather, isn't it?"
Standardized inquiry, but the sky and the city skylines weren't reflected in his eyes. Hidden behind the temporary refraction of his spectacles was the reflection of the pale-skinned man with hair as black as the comforting abyss; dressed in white, cloaked in red camellias.
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Sept 14, 2022 15:24:57 GMT
Post by henri lavoie on Sept 14, 2022 15:24:57 GMT
Henri kept this at the back of his mind:
When he got his pen back, he sure as heck would have to express his gratitude for it. He might be a little stunted at socializing, but he knew when he owed favors. Especially one as huge as this.
"Loan sharks?"
A question following a sigh of relief when he found how the other was not pressing for his reason of wanting his pen back. Safe to say that it would be fine to drop the subject for now, and Henri was more than glad that they seemed to be the same silent type. The less you say, the less things people could find out about you - though he suspected that this man had a stronger, more solid reason to keep his mouth shut.
"You build... a 'community,' " he stated monotonously.
An organization.
Well, he did look every bit like a person someone or a group of people would look up to; kind of reminding him of someone else he had the pleasure of encountering before.
"And you can 'ask' them... For favors. For help."
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Sept 14, 2022 15:07:37 GMT
Post by henri lavoie on Sept 14, 2022 15:07:37 GMT
Henri's jaw dropped when he heard a response that obviously didn't settle well with him, even if it was well within the other's jurisdiction to point out - and truly, the man was right. Perhaps in situations such as this, the normal thing to do was to simply say the word Henri really hated uttering: Sorry; and then they would each go on their merry way to go about their day like they hadn't just bumped into each other.
But that was not Henri.
In a zone like this, he could run his mouth all he wanted as per how he wanted it to, so there really was no stopping him from doing whatever he liked. Not even the commotion that seemed to send a signal of warning of this dude's status could scare him.
"I said what I said," he folded his arms, gaze fixated firmly with conviction on the other's eyes. "If you apologize first, have you ever considered that I might just return the gesture?" '
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Sept 14, 2022 14:52:08 GMT
Post by henri lavoie on Sept 14, 2022 14:52:08 GMT
"Yeah..."
Still allergic to being apologetic and enabled into being assured that it was of no fault of his, Henri nodded following the direction of the conversation, simply agreeing to how things happened. He watched the strange creature accompanying the man he had wronged gnaw on the food that now stained the ground in little splotches of skewer sauce and oil.
"Things do take a turn for the worse sometimes."
Sure, Henri, he thought; No matter how you want to justify that, you were still at fault.
A few seconds of awkwardness later, he finally decided to do what was right and at least offer a compromise or something along those lines...
"Umm..."
With his gaze averted and a few unconscious fidgeting gestures, he gathered the courage to loosen the purse on his lips.
"Should I buy you a new set of skewers?"
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Sept 14, 2022 14:35:15 GMT
Post by henri lavoie on Sept 14, 2022 14:35:15 GMT
That--
That attitude.
The confidence that came across as well-deserved arrogance just because he looked a little good, was a little taller, with broad shoulders that allowed him to ooze a little bit of a manlier aura? Long legs belonging to a model mannequin, maybe a small waist for the perfect physique ratio hidden beneath his jacket, built and structured flawlessly to impress?
Unfortunately for him, Henri was not impressed. Not when he hadn't heard of even a word of apology after he had clearly advised him to.
To top it all with, the silver-haired, animal-eared stranger had the gall to even take his apple away.
"Well."
A sneer, fully meant to be unpleasant; a twitch of his brows, fully meant to show annoyance - but most of all, a snatch at his apple in the other's hand, quick and fierce in an attempt to show dominance. Things were bad as they were to Henri right now; the least he could do was to protect the ownership to his apple.
"At least I can still take this back from you. Sucks to be slow, huh?"
And the next thing he did was devour the rest of the crunchy apple in wild motions and big mouthfuls for the other to watch, the juice dripping down his hands when he accidentally swallowed a large piece of an unchewed bite and his gag reflex failed him mercilessly. He entered a fit of unglamorous coughing, wheezing for air as he slammed a fist repeatedly to his chest to hopefully help the chunk go down his esophagus safely.
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Sept 11, 2022 6:04:32 GMT
Post by henri lavoie on Sept 11, 2022 6:04:32 GMT
Seeing the progress they made, perhaps things weren't as bleak as he thought they'd be.
They looked like they could stand a chance at defeating these robots and make it for another day - but it still needed them to stay focused on the task. He at least had received the wake up call now; the pain he felt from the was real. And if he could feel pain, then experiencing grievous injuries that potentially led to incapacity (or death, as some would simply term it) was not beyond the realm of the impossible.
All the more they had to try to keep up with this, he thought; and luckily the two others he had with him were synergizing well. From the looks of it, the boy had an ability perfect for damage, while the girl was a support with flexibility on a type of light magic. Then he would have to work to make sure they could achieve the best harmonization of their skills.
When the shot Fox did on the Chainsaw Robot connected, Henri took the chance to turn and launched another attack with his rapier.; the Chainsaw Robot's [Ink Poisoning] had increased to 2 stacks. Now that it was apparent that he could stack it, he'd try to stack as much as he could in the next few turns to see what kind of effect it had - hopefully something helpful so he wouldn't have to be deadweight.
When he found a place for cover near the other two, he managed to slide behind a separate slab of metal to avoid a few shots from the Shooting Robot. He couldn't - they couldn't get close to it yet with the Chainsaw Robot still looking to slice them up.
"Let's target the Chainsaw Robot first; when one's down, it'd be easier to get to the other one."
He was so lucky both of his current companions had ranged attacks.
Chainsaw Robot - [2 Stack of Ink Poisoning] 6 Damage + 6 Damage, (2 stacks of F damage + ((1 stack of F damage * 1.5)) , takes another round of F Rank damage from Jemma
Shooting Robot - 1 stack of F damage * 1.5
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Post by henri lavoie on Sept 9, 2022 3:32:32 GMT
Swearing internally at the chaos that he didn't quite expect (guess this whole system was serious about turning Earth into their playground), everything that came after seemed to have gone by way quicker than normal.
He got a taste of the bitter and the sweet; both of which had left deep impressions upon him. Keeping the words the dark-haired man uttered on loop in his mind, Henri too, used the item that had been stored in his inventory that could guarantee him an escape: The Escape Rope.
Part of him still couldn't believe this was the kind of life he had to live now, and an intrusive thought to challenge terror passed through his mind.
But he wasn't about to gamble his life away when he had a promise to live up to. His figure fizzled in pixels following the other, but his gaze was still fixed on the phantom of that particular figure that was about to become his raison d'etre.
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Post by henri lavoie on Sept 7, 2022 4:04:26 GMT
"Are you sure?"
His focus immediately switched to the taller man who was already walking away, posture as picture perfect as a character photographed for a movie poster.
Henri didn't hide his confusion and doubt laced in every single word that made up the inquiry, though he was slowly beginning to let comfort and assurance sink into him when he saw his back. He looked reliable, and he didn't seem like a man who only gave lip service - there was a certain relief that washed over Henri like waves crashing into the shore, bringing the drawings and imperfections carved upon the wet sand back to nature's blank canvas.
"That much confidence can't be good for your health," he grumbled, but his gestures showed no more will to chase after the man. "How are you even so sure your men can get him? That pen is really important to me."
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Sept 3, 2022 16:29:04 GMT
Post by henri lavoie on Sept 3, 2022 16:29:04 GMT
Stopping as he watched the tall stranger so easily caught the thief in front of him, Henri breathed a deep sigh of relief. At the question directed at him, he took a few seconds to regain his composure, setting up the polite rhythm in his speech.
"...My pen."
And it wasn't just any pen - it was THE pen; the weapon given to him by the system. If he had lost it to some dumb thief he couldn't catch on his own, who knew how he was going to survive? It was his best bet at offense at this point, and even he would be so damned crippled if he only had his non-offensive ability to depend on - fuck his luck for having earned such an easy-to-lose non-combat weapon form.
Walking over to his savior and the criminal in his book, Henri extended a hand towards the perpetrator, making his intent crystal clear towards getting his pen back.
"Thank you, kind stranger," he addressed the tall gent in humble gratitude. "Now, I'll have my pen back, if you don't mind--"
Just as he was about to rummage into the thief's pocket, said thief swiftly struggled out of his oversized tshirt and reached for an item in the tall gentleman's pocket before making his run. Yes, half-naked.
"...Shit."
The thief wasn't going to make it far with that speed and stature, but he still had to start the chase if he didn't want the distance between them to grow even further. Today seemed like a sprinting day, alright; though he'd imagine the other guy who looked more than capable of catching up would also be aggravated if he had lost anything of importance.
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Sept 3, 2022 13:28:07 GMT
Post by henri lavoie on Sept 3, 2022 13:28:07 GMT
Sometimes, justice prevails, and other times, justice has to be prevailed.
This particular encounter had decreed that the latter was the only option available at the given opportunity, so needless to say that it ultimately fell on Henri's shoulders to reenact the rules around the block: A rule to make sure they seek forgiveness for a crime committed against him.
"You thief."
Seemingly monotonous, with invisible venom dripping out through the gaps of his teeth. He hissed, like an angry snake whose freshly laid egg was stolen before it had the chance to keep it safe.
"You're lucky we're in the safe zone; I can't beat you to a pulp, but you also can't hurt me, but you still have to return that pen to me."
He was far from looming over the thief in question despite the thief having been cornered to a deadend, but he'd like to believe his presence alone was enough to intimidate the other. However, in a split second, he was proven wrong; the thief quite easily grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to the ground as he made his escape. It made for quite a traumatizing experience for Henri's fragile ego, but luckily he was never really one to mope around when in action. Turning and standing back up, he launched himself at the escaping thief, missing him by an inch from his reach, but hope was still in the horizon when he spotted a figure blocking the only escape route available.
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Sept 3, 2022 13:06:09 GMT
Post by henri lavoie on Sept 3, 2022 13:06:09 GMT
Let's rewind in scenic flashbacks to help explain the horror that unfolded right in front of Henri for a few seconds.
A random dude, bumping shoulders against him.
Another dude, standing still right in front of him, whom Henri had bumped into as a result of [mostly] his own carelessness;
And the most tragic victim in this chain of unfortunate events, the snack this young man was holding before he inevitably dropped it.
Henri swore internally, but to voice it out when he was clearly the perpetrator seemed a little too impolite in this case. He might lack the good impressions upon first meetings as an individual in general, but he would like to believe that, unless provoked, he was far from an unreasonable jerk.
A gulp, a slow-forming bead of sweat from the deafening silence that followed and a nervous look later, he spoke.
"That guy—"
A finger pointed at the person who bumped into him, full of accusation and
"Made me lose my balance for a bit, but I guess that still made me the bad guy in this case. Shame about your food."
He scratched the back of his hand, as if he was allergic to the word:
"...Sorry."
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Post by henri lavoie on Sept 3, 2022 9:42:59 GMT
People.
Troublesome, noisy, a bother, some pain in the ass to deal with.
This had been the thought Henri nurtured since childhood, and it never really changed even as he saw more about the world when he stepped into adulthood. He grew up with very little outside influence, having been locked up and told to only follow orders without questions. An empty husk; no purpose, no will, no spark.
At a certain point in life, it was no wonder that he had some trouble connecting with some social aspects of his new surroundings [though he, by no means at all, had ever thought of that as detrimental to his personal growth].
Yet at the same time, he quickly recognizes that being on his own wouldn't help his case at all. It was clear that after spending some time around the block, there was a system that governed the population - a rule that, willingly or unwillingly, had put them in place according to their newly-defined merit. If the world was a dog eat dog world, then this new order was an even bigger 'get good or get fucked' world. His grip around the red apple in his hand tightened; his lips pursed before he bit into it as he tasted temporary comfort to the wound all this thinking had inflicted on his pride.
The pride that he, perhaps, had been someone of more importance than others when he held his scalpel.
Another bite and it dawned upon him even deeper: Henri Lavoie was a toothless beast here, reduced to a herbivore capable of snacking only on fruit instead of flexing his muscles and tearing his prey apart at sunset.
A forced pause and he found that the noises of the crowd drowned out as the voice inside his head amplified.
Fuck.
He watched the off-white part of the crunchy apple he had bitten off, the digits of his fingers almost mimicking that color when he noticed he had tightened his grip around said apple even more. Head hung low and shoulders stumped, he felt his glasses almost slipping off of the bridge of his nose; but with a bump from behind, he quickly lamented over the fact that he couldn't even get a minute to contemplate. Firm and stern, he raised his voice as he turned.
"Watch your step, man. Can't you see I'm standing right in front of you?"
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Post by henri lavoie on Sept 3, 2022 3:59:31 GMT
He almost - 'almost' being the keyword here - wanted to pinch himself repeatedly while he was awake, pulling every strand of his hair out at every groan if not for the fact that he was beginning to settle into the strange, sudden predicament that took over the entire planet. Almost like that one famous scene from that one famous movie where someone changed fates with a single snap of their fingers.
Dragging his feet along the ground where the bricks on the road were stacked uneven, Henri kept his signature poker face on as he contemplated his experience thus far. Safe zone, as announced by the pop-up window that faded into temporary existence right in front of him before.
The screen disappeared, but the message stayed and soothed one of his worries that had kept him chained to constant, restless alertness. Even now he was still hoping this was all a dream; perhaps he could wake up to a wafting scent of semi-burnt toast that he would mindlessly make for himself at every other morning.
Lost in thought, he walked aimlessly through the sparse, empty space of London; very unlike the scenes he often watched on the news or in movies, which supposedly was a reflection of reality. He turned around, took a few steps backwards, and felt a familiar sensation of his body bumping against another. Panic took over for a second before he caught the sight of - thankfully - another human being; though he showed none of that careless reaction in his gestures.
"What, there's still a soul around, after all."
A remark, as unenthusiastic as his whole opinion on this dumb predicame; then his brows relaxed at the assurance that he was not to be unharmed in this zone.
"You bumped into me, so I expect an apology. Go on, now, don't keep me waiting."
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Post by henri lavoie on Sept 1, 2022 9:17:25 GMT
Great; if they knew each other, as per confirmed, then it would be easier for Henri to convince them to accept him into the team. At the very least, he could have more time avoiding a certain death, for example; and if push came to shove, then he would only need to fight one side instead of two. It helped trim down the oppositions and he breathed easy when he sank into this thought, especially when he saw that the girl clung in almost absolute trust to the blonde gent.
In fact, he could only be grateful that Fox (even if he had a gun still pointed at Henri) seemed to be open to tackling the root of their current predicament together. Henri couldn't even imagine loitering around alone, despite being the most comfortable spending time on his own - there was too much at stake to stubbornly stick to his habits.
This was reiterated by the fact that before he could respond to Fox's inquiry after Jem, unwanted robots came into the picture and were intent on eliminating them - yes, Henri had to repeat that word twice before it fully clicked to his still-fatigued mind. He had never been so openly targeted to be 'eliminated' before.
Jem's ability was activated while she clung to Fox, surrounding the blonde in a glow that soon faded. While he was unsure of what just occurred, he had a hunch it wasn't going to do the party any harm, so he felt that it was safe to ignore it for a moment.
He picked up his pen that was lodged on his shirt's pocket, clicked it open and a string of jet black ink flowed out of its metal tip and solidified into a rapier-like blade. At the chainsaw-robot that charged towards them, Henri utilized his speed to hold and thrust his new blade into the gap in between its metal plates. Its blade seemingly melted gooey fluid into the robot, granting it some miniscule damage along with 1 stack of [Ink Poisoning] while avoiding the stray bullets shot by its partner. Unfortunately, while he did avoid fatal damage by quickly backing away and running towards the opposite direction, the chainsaw tore the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt and a portion of some skin on his forearm - but at least he could give the other two some time to put some distance between themselves and the robot.
Some dripping crimson was nothing that he couldn't handle - especially so under this particular circumstance.
"Fox, your weapon is ranged," Henri mentioned in passing as he gestured for them to keep running ahead. "I'm gonna shift out of your aiming route, so you go ahead and shoot."
Whether they wanted it or not, they most probably would have to depend on Fox to deal maximum damage to the robots. .
Chainsaw Robot - Suffered 6 damage , +1 stack of [Ink Poisoning] Shooting Robot - Undamaged
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