voicetesting ver 2.0

[tunedere]

[ HIT ME.

If you guys have got any advice, that'd be good too OTL I don't really know what I'm doing ffs ]

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[ex_adept179]

[The courtyard is at least open air. There's something to be said for that, even if Slaine's given the distinct impression of a cage. While they're treated to an open view of the sky, of the world beyond the school's premises, it's a world that's just beyond reach. Close enough one might think to touch it, yet too far to actually grasp.

It's frustrating, to say the least. But Slaine isn't going to readily accept imprisonment. And no matter how discouraging it might be, he can't allow himself to show it. No, showing weakness might be exactly what whoever's placed them here wants.

Granted, it seems there are so many other ways to break morale.

He doesn't get much further in these considerations before it begins to rain. The air becomes heavy with the scent of brine and Slaine shields his eyes with his hand. While he's spent nearly two years on the Moon Base, and so little time on the Earth, he knows what rain smells like. He knows what the sea smells like.

These two things are not the same.

With his uniform fast becoming soaked, he seeks out the nearest shelter. In this case, a tree. There aren't that many options for coverage around here]

[tunedere]

[ It's raining.

Way to ruin a good day - though it's debatable whether days can even be considered 'good' in this kind of hellish place. He didn't know which was worse; his old school, or this one - a creepy one where the unnatural students seem to be the one having identity problems. Not that he'd ever admit to having these problems. Here, no one knew HAYATO, possibly the only plus point about this so-called academy.

So when the rain starts falling, he merely sighs before heading for the courtyard door -

- only to find it locked.

Slaine will be able to see Tokiya fiddle with the doorknob for a few more moments before the teen gives up and joins him under the tree in silence. His expression is a little more pinched than usual.

Two boys under one tree in the rain. Could things get more awkward? ]

[ex_adept179]

[For his part, Slaine doesn't seem all that affected by the presence of company. They've got an arm's distance or so between them, and that's enough to satisfy any comfort zone he might have. Perhaps not so were he elsewhere, among people who hated Terrans by virtue of being born on the blue planet, but...well.

It's fairly safe to assume based on the presence of living, breathing (albeit bizarre) nature that they're on Earth. So why would Terrans revile other Terrans?

They'd hate him if they knew who he was, but nobody recognizes him this far.

A long, heavy round of silence settles almost uncomfortably between them before Slaine thinks to make any comment at all]

Just to confirm...

[Because the circumstances warrant that he question his faculties at this point]

Does it also smell like the ocean to you?

[tunedere]

[ Tokiya's thought processes are a lot less complex. Slaine looks very much like a normal human, and more importantly distinct from the horde of sameface clones that haunted the school's rooms - therefore immediately making him a lot better as company. If anything, he was content to stand just in silence, regarding the other with a subdued intensity once the question is posed. ]

... It does.

[ His reply comes after a few seconds, enough to let him assess the situation clearly. ]

This is no mere rain.

[ But then again, is anything a mere thing in this place? ]

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[Slaine weighs that reply for a few moments in silence, staring up at the dismal grey clouds as though they might distinguish themselves from any ordinary ones. Of course, they look no different, but he keeps his gaze skyward all the same.

What was happening without him, while he's here in this place...?]

Another oddity amongst the rest, I suppose.

[Though mercifully, it's not dangerous unless that rain gets in someone's eyes. And then, it's mostly going to be painful. Maybe they should consider themselves fortunate...or maybe they just ought to be all the more wary.

In this place, it's difficult to judge]