realmofstories | third spark ✖ bad hair day

Characters: Shizuo Heiwajima [Frankenstein's Monster], anyone
Campaign: Break
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Summary: After spending all that time in the ocean, Shizuo is not having a great hair day. His hair is changing into all different kinds of colors and he is not happy.

[Should anyone be around Shizuo's house, which is located in a quieter residential district near one of the larger city parks, they will hear a very loud yell something like—]

AUUUUGGGHHHH!!!

[—followed by a sudden onslaught of an electrical lightning storm. Even those not nearby may notice a strange gathering of storm clouds somewhere in the distance, but then again it is the Index. Random things happen every day...]

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A: Journal Call out

[The writing is very stiff with some letters a little warped with deep blotches of ink at the end, as if the writer was restraining every ounce of his strength to not tear through the paper.]

Anyone ever use the hair products in this place or.......have their hair turned weird colors?

If you haven't—don't.

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B: Storming Through Town

[Well, he could stay home and hope someone is able to find something. But he's not that much of a coward and honestly he wants to find the place that sold him the hair dye he used to begin with to give them a piece of his mind. (Or make them feel like he's about to give them a piece of theirs if he's not careful—) So he will be venturing into town...only to find himself standing at where the shop used to be, a "CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE" sign hanging off its door. It clearly looks as if it had been abandoned for quite some time.

There is a sudden SNAP as his hand reaches out to crush it in one grip, more lightning striking around him as the air becomes completely electrified.]

..............I'm gonna find that lying cheap bastard......!!!!

[If no one has run into him by now, there is a very high chance an encounter will happen as he tears through the streets searching for the shopkeeper that had sold him the hair dye he had been using since arriving into this place. And should anyone have the ~~mis~~fortune of doing so, they will notice that not only is his hair a random color, sometimes changing every other minute, but it's styled in the classic Frankenstein monster stripes.

Anyway this guy looks like he's ready to murder someone and he probably will if left unchecked. Just be careful not to get zapped—there's a very intense electrical discharge coming frmo the enraged man.]

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[His gut reaction is telling him to fight back and fend for himself, but instead he squeezes Shizuo's shoulder more tightly when he suddenly turns and yells at him. Honestly he was expecting to get an electric shock from just touching him.

He stares as he finally recognizes him, trying not to get distracted by his hair that was in the middle of changing to another color.]

...Making sure you don't bring down the whole town with you. [He is still squeezing tightly to Shizuo's shoulder, still just as tensed.]

[Don't draw attention to his hair he's not noticing the change.

But there's another moment of surprise at Disciple's words.]

.....You're not going to try and stop me?

[He honestly expected something like that. After all, the guy's right here.]

[It's turned a swampy green color now. He tilts his head, confused as well.]

Why would I stop you from finding the guy that scammed you? [. . .] But, you had me worried there. You really lost yourself.

[...Hrm. Still irritated, Shizuo just runs an agitated hand through his hair—but this time he's feeling agitated because of what Disciple said.

Lost himself...]

This is how it usually is.

[Begrudging admittance. He knows full well how he gets when he's pissed off and goes on a rampage, and he's not proud of it.]

. . .I see. You did tell me there were things you had to work on yourself. [That blind rage. Is that how he is when he loses himself to Hyde? He takes in some air.]

Well, I was following you the whole time and no one got hurt.

[He takes a deep breath and bows his head a little.]

Sorry about that... But you didn't have to.

[He frowns at that. Quietly.] ...But I was worried about you. [Maybe it doesn't mean much, but for him, it was honestly the first time he's openly expressed his concern for someone else's well being and mean it.]

[Well.

THAT just immediately makes everything around them quiet down. All that electricity and threatening storms? They all but vanish as Shizuo just stares at him.]

...You were?

[He stiffens, finally lowering his hand from Shizuo's shoulder. The way he stares at him and asks that question, it feels like he said something wrong. It does honestly feel strange to actually be concern for someone else after being in isolation for so long. But...it seem right, when Shizuo has stuck by him and his stubbornness for this long.]

Yes.

[....Ah.

He...really was. Shizuo doesn't really expect much from anyone when it comes to himself, and with Disciple it's just one of those things where he's done what he could to help support him, but otherwise followed whatever pace or flow the man had. It's not that he ever thought him uncaring, but... Hearing Disciple say that he was actually worried is unexpected all the same.

So Shizuo feels a little awkward, but it's a good kind of awkward. One born from a small warmth that anyone like himself would feel when told that someone was worried about them. With a hand pressing against the back of his neck, he glances away.]

...Sorry. Didn't mean to.

. . . [He glances away awkwardly as well.] We had a merchant to catch? [And just like that, he changes the subject. It's just...not something he's used to the longer he lets it linger.]

Ah, yeah.

[There's some relief in the switch of topics—but also it rekindles his earlier anger. At least it's tempered a bit so he's not immediately flying into a fit of rage.]

He was some kind of dwarf with blue hair. Saw him just yesterday so he shouldn't have gone far.

[Aha, a description!] All right. Let's take a look around the area then... [He's distracted for a moment by Shizuo's hair changing colors again.]

Someplace secluded, maybe in the alleyways. [Just because the dwarfsmith he visits is in an alleyway, doesn't mean all dwarves are the same!]

...You really don't have to trouble yourself with this... But I appreciate it. Thanks.

...It's fine. You do me favors already. [An idle handwave.] Besides, maybe you'll need legal assistance.

Just punching his face seems fine enough to me.

[Joking? Or not? ...Probably not—]

But yeah, guess he should be charged with scamming people. But no idea where he could have gone...

[Which is. Rather annoying.]

I wouldn't recommend that. Dawrves can be rather crafty and can make your life even more miserable. [Speaking from experience of knowing one dwarf.]

He may have left something behind we can use to find out.

[Wait.]

You have experience with a dwarf?

A blacksmith. I've been haggling him forge me a sword.

Aah... Guess that makes sense. Think he might know of this one?

[He hums quietly.] I suppose it wouldn't hurt to ask. You have a name and a description at least?

Yeah...hard to forget that bastard.

[And again, sparks start to fly.]

[ . . . .]

Let's just go meet with the blacksmith. [Maybe the walk will help.]

....All right.

[AND OFF THEY GO...]

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