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voice test ☀ kamui shirou
honestly, he's just awkward and bad at socializing;
it's probably sweet that his friends worry about his appetite enough that they make him way more food than he can possibly eat, but seriously. it's too much food. so when someone else approaches the bench he's sitting on, he kind of just... awkwardly reaches out, as if to grab their attention.]
Oh. Well— Uh.
[he didn't think this through, and he's kind of fumbling on his words here. he's never done this before, okay! usually he has someone around who just butts in for his sake or keiichi, who... is rather boisterous about these things.
help.... he needs help.]
if nobody's bleeding, it's not x;
huh.
isn't that strange?
except there does seem to be victim here. a young boy, one who appears to be in high school based on his attire—definitely a uniform, clad in dark slacks and a white button-down shirt. except that the white shirt is covered in blood, pooling at his torso, and he's all scraped up—even his cheek bears a mark that looks too clean a slice to have been from earthquake debris. which there is none of.
either way, he probably needs help because he's letting out a sound and kind of. crumpling to the ground. this is probably an issue.]
it's also not x if kamui isn't crying, tbh;
but he's not always cut out for that mentality, especially with all of the horrors he keeps being forced to see. he needs a release every once in a while, and while sitting outside on a brilliantly sunny day, in a park near to the person he was visiting... he's...
crying?
so it seems, with head dipped and wetness on his cheeks, and he's just murmuring to himself:]
This... is my fault, too...
[it's probably not his fault as much as he's blaming himself, but it's fine. maybe someone can snap him out of it.]
wild card;
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It's fine; don't worry about that.
[it's just a jacket. he can get a new one. a person's life is way more important]
I didn't really like this jacket in the first place.
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It's... my fault, though.
[look. he might just be trying to not think about fuuma right now, which is a monumental task for kamui shirou at all times.]
You don't even know me, and—
[just tell him to shut up, it's probably fine.]
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[he offers a wan smile at that, as the ambulance bulls up next to the sidewalk]
That doesn't matter. I don't need to know who you are.
[not to keep someone from dying. not to help someone who obviously needs it. with that? he leaps back, because the paramedics are bursting out of the ambulance and crowding around Kamui to treat his wounds. enjoy that attention, mysterious stranger]
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even though fuuma may or may not be the reason he's like this. sometimes, you just have those people in your life, right.]
That's—
[well, kamui gets it to an extent. he doesn't really want to see people get hurt or killed either, especially not when it involve the conflict that rests on his shoulders.
either way, it's an unfinished thought because paramedics are doing the thing and probably talking to akira to see if he knows kamui or anyone he can contact. but not everyone has phones in 1999!! kamui doesn't and none of his contacts do, and he's probably kind of ready to pass out anyway. o o p s.]
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[but Akira converses with the paramedics readily, answering their questions as honestly as he can. no, I don't know who he is. no, I don't know how he got hurt. he just appeared like this, and he mentioned a few friends, but I don't know who or where they are]
[unable to find any contacts for Kamui, the paramedics make a request for him to accompany the stranger to the hospital. Akira's quick to agree-- he'll just have to text Yusuke and tell him that they're going to have to hang out another day, because this is way more important. he makes sure to give Morgana time to hop back into his bag before he scoops it off the ground and leaps into the van behind the gurney]
[WHAT AN EXCITING DAY]
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you know, once kamui is all patched up (was there surgery involved? probably a little), it'll probably be a bit before he wakes up.
which... mostly consists of him opening his eyes blearily, groaning from the pain, and looking up a bit... dead-eyed, or sad-eyed at the ceiling. he's probably still a bit out of it, though better than he likely was earlier, at least.
AN EXCITING DAY, TRULY.]
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[he hangs around the hospital the entire time, although he isn't able to answer many of the doctor's questions. he probably looks kind of spooky, milling about the waiting room with patches of smeared blood staining the front of his shirt and the edges of his sleeves, a blood-soaked jacket thrown over his shoulder. but he isn't about to go home and change until he's sure this guy is okay]
[which is why he's there when Kamui eventually comes to, lounging in a nearby chair with his feet propped up one one of the arms, a black and white cat curled in his lap (pets aren't allowed in the hospital-- he totally snuck Morgana in). the small bits of movement catch the corners of his vision, and he swivels around to face this stranger immediately. Morgana grumbles and hops from his lap to his shoulder when he moves]
Hey-- [he speaks up loud enough for Kamui to hear, but his tone is gentle]
You're awake?
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[he's at least coherent enough that his gaze shifts to sound of that voice. which... is faintly familiar from earlier, but kamui is still just out of it enough to not recognize that immediately. so when he looks over, he's definitely...
still really surprised. his eyes widen a bit.]
You're—
[the guy from earlier? the one who helped him? he's pretty sure. kamui doesn't actively recognize him as anyone else, though it begs the question of where the others are, and if they're all safe. but before that:]
You... stayed here all this time?
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Of course I did.
[as though that's a question]
Nobody knew your contacts. You gave me a few names, but-- [that didn't help] I couldn't just leave you here alone.
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he's not?
yuzuriha usually has inuki with her, and even though he's an inugami, kamui's just kind of used to it at this point. so.. it's fine. rules be damned, but he's probably not in the best state to make this assessment, anyway.]
You could have. If don't go back, someone... would have found me.
[they're probably looking, because he's "kamui."]
I can just call someone, I'm awake now.
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[Akira has like a thousand and five questions, but he's trying to take them slowly. especially since this guy probably wants to call his family, his friends, to let them know where he is before he answers any of those questions. they might be worried sick about him. so, with the cat still hanging out on his shoulder, Akira stands up and draws his phone from his pocket]
Even if they had found you, it probably would've been too late. You were in pretty bad shape out there.
[and that's why he hung around!! don't worry about it Kamui, it's fine. also: totally hands this 1999 kid his 2016 smart phone, because he'll absolutely know how to use one of those]
Here. You can borrow my cell phone to call them, if you'd like.
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[well, definitely subaru and a host of others, but not fuuma or the other akira. kamui just shakes his head a bit. it's not important.
he can't trouble a stranger with who his friends are and aren't, or what's going on. the mention of fuuma's name does have him wincing just a little, and he doesn't really acknowledge the shape he was in, beyond.]
Anyway, I've dealt with worse.
[no broken ribs this time? :D it's fine. probably. regardless...
suddenly, akira's putting a phone in his hand, and this 1999 kid definitely has no idea how to use a smartphone. what the hell is this? what is it? it's rectangular and glass and...
????? ???? ????? ?????
he doesn't know what to do with this, akira.]
Phone? [this is a phone? there's no antennae, or you know.
buttons? keys? numbers? wtf.]
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That's not comforting, by the way.
[what kinds of things does this guy do to get beaten up so badly?? apparently on a regular basis?? not that Akira is one to talk, but he at least has healing magic, and only brings the tiniest scars from his fights in the Metaverse to the real world]
-- ah, right. That's my phone. [???? IT'S A PHONE, KAMUI. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM HIM] Like I said, you can use it.
[uh]
Your injuries didn't make you forget what phones are, did they. . .
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[and yet, he's looking at this so puzzled? so puzzled.]
They tend to look something like actual phones. [gestures to the one on the table next to the bed. maybe he should just use that to call whoever's at home right now?
he has no idea how to use this, so he's just going to... attempt to reach for the landline, which is probably a stupid idea, but kamui is stupid sometimes.]
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You're going to pop some stitches if you move too much.
[and, a little less importantly--]
And this. . . does look like a phone. [TO HIM IT DOES?? THIS IS HOW PHONES LOOK] Maybe not a landline phone, but.
[squints at Kamui, because now Akira looks just as puzzled as he does]
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he won't dial while they're talking, at least.]
A space phone, maybe.
[though it's not like he has any other cell phones on hand to disprove this.]
I've never seen one like this. [sounds fake to him, okay.]
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[???????]
[maybe this guy just. . . didn't have access to this sort of technology growing up? Akira can't judge! and so he lets it slide right there, reaching out to pick up his own phone and slip it back into his pocket]
[IF ONLY HE KNEW]
Well, if you're more comfortable using the landline, that's fine. They'll both get the job done the same way.
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yeah. space phone. which may or may not be better than space pants?]
It's just easier to use something I know how to.
[he doesn't say it with any malice or attitude. it's more like... quietly baffled. he doesn't start dialing yet, though, only looking at akira with a bit of a puzzled expression.]
You don't have to stay any longer. [which isn't him trying to make akira leave, he's just ???? who is this stranger staying here with him all this time??? and his cat.] You must have been here for a long time already.
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No, don't worry. I get it.
[he offers a small smile at that, because he totally does. no judgment here! use your landline phone, new. . . friend (???)]
And I'd at least like to stick around until you contact your friends or your family. If you don't mind, that is.
[juuuust to make sure he's got someone out there to look after him]