voice test ☀ kamui shirou

[shinkens]

honestly, he's just awkward and bad at socializing;

[today, sits a small teenage boy, with a bento full of cream croquettes. far, far too many for him to eat.

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;

[you probably felt a rumble in the streets of tokyo just a little while ago. an earthquake? it sure seemed to feel like that, but despite a rupture or two in the pavement, it doesn't seem like there's any damage. nobody appears to be hurt, and people are carrying on with their lives, only mildly shaken by what seemed like something that could have really hurt people.

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;

[over and over, he's been reminded that he has to keep going forward. if he wants to realize his wish, he can't get lost in his own grieving. he said he wouldn't do that. he acknowledged so wholly that tragedies would happen, that bad things would befall others he cared about if he kept pursuing it, and even still, he hasn't given up.

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;

[make up your own scenario or bully me into making one up, it's fine. i have no idea what i'm doing??? i need help???]

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[purrtagonist]

[idly, Akira lifts his hand to brush his knuckles against Morgana's cheek as he talks]

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.

[shinkens]

[you know. he probably should be wary that there's a cat in the room with them, but...

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.

[purrtagonist]

Subaru? Fuuma? The other Akira you mentioned?

[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.

[shinkens]

Subaru, maybe.

[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.]

[purrtagonist]

[DEALT WITH WORSE. . .]

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. . .

[shinkens]

I know what cell phones are.

[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.]

[purrtagonist]

[whoa hey!! Akira moves quickly, grabbing the landline and bringing it towards Kamui before he overextends himself]

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]

[shinkens]

[he winces a bit—mostly because... yeah. that hurts. and he definitely should not be moving around too much right now. but at least he can keep the landline in his lap.

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.]

[purrtagonist]

Space phone. . .?

[???????]

[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.

[shinkens]

[if only. maybe soon they'll figure out that there's some timey-wimey dissonance bullshit going on here, because.

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.

[purrtagonist]

[AKIRA WOULD TAKE A SPACE PHONE OVER SPACE PANTS ANY DAY]

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]