2nd Broken Illusion

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

[ Action : Mayfield High : Open ]
[ Somehow, he has gotten himself cornered by some of the drone boys from his class, despite wanting to eat lunch in peace. He's just sitting at the end of the table, munching on his sandwich with a bored look on his face while the others yammer on about girls, sports, movies... whatever. Touma can't be bothered to even try to feign interest as he has way too much on his mind from last week's "adventure".

Maybe someone with something to say can save him? ]

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[ Action : Neutron Diner : Open ]
[ All done with his obligations for the day, he heads into the diner. He isn't looking for anything in particular; he isn't even that hungry. But he had called Mikoto because he really needs to talk to someone about what's been going on. Touma doesn't know who else can be any closer to the center of this situation than him, and still be someone he can trust.

Guess there's one way to find out -- but he arrived really early, so there could still be time for distractions... ]

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[punch_illusions_get_harem]

[ When they split, there's half of an instinct to scoot on off of the bench and join them again and yet he doesn't.

Probably because his legs are sore and he doesn't want to move. ] ...uh. Thanks? I think.

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

[The corner of her mouth might twitch upwards for a second before she sits down, setting down her own lunch. Yeah, the mask and knife look pretty out of place with the fifties-outfit...]

Sure. You looked bored.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

[ The knife looks out of place no matter what era you're in. ] Drones don't exactly make for good small talk. [ As if Touma is all that good at small talk to begin with.

Nor a few other manners, if the way he's staring at that knife is any indicator. ]

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

Or any kind of entertainment, really.

[Staring back]

...yes?

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

Uh, you have something... well... [ Pointing at his forehead, then at her. ]

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

Something?

[She's kind of amused how some people try to beat around the bush]

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

What is that, a prop knife or something?

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

[No words. She just raises her hands, one holding the bandages in place as the other-

shiiiink

...yeah, that just slid out of her head]

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

[ Holy shit that did not just happen.

Touma stands up out of his seat, one foot on the chair and arms up defensively. ] Whoa, whoa, whoa! You don't have to go that far! Doesn't that hurt? Won't that bleed if you pull it out? I don't even know how far the hospital is from here...

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

[She slides it back in]

It's already been taken care of. It's an old wound. Though it does sting a little.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

[ He tries not to look ill at the sight. ] ...then why keep it in there? That can't be safe. The first time you fall on your face it'll just-- [ Erp. Not a good thought. ] It's dangerous!

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

For one thing, I'm not enough of an idiot to fall like that. [Also why she removes it in combat]

Besides, it gets a pretty good reaction from people.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

That's going pretty far just for shock value.

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not like I got it for that reason.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

Then why did you do it?

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

Oh, funny. You really think I stabbed myself in the head?

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

Maybe, but no matter what you're choosing to keep it. What kind of person does that? That's like keeping a bullet handy in a wound when it'd be easier to just have it taken out if removing it won't kill you. [ And, since she pulled out the knife, obviously it won't do that. ]

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

It gets the results I want.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

Of getting people to look at you like you're crazy?

Well, whatever floats your boat..

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

No one ever became great by being treated like they were normal.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

Maybe not, but that's extreme no matter how you slice it. [ ...okay, that was a bad pun, but he doesn't seem to notice. ]

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

[She's just going to ignore it]

Of course it is. I'm Abnormal.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

You can say that again. [ Plainly; he's not trying to offend anyone, but that is a weird accessory. ]

[notawhale.livejournal.com]

I'm guessing you don't actual know the term in the sense I use it.

In this world - no, I suppose I should say, "in my world" - there are three kinds of people: Normals, Specials and Abnormals.

[Well, and Minus and Not-Equal, but that didn't make sense without explaining Abnormals first]

Normals are as they sound: normal people. Specials are what you would call "talented", good in one or more areas, and often very versatile. Abnormals though are those that defy logic in simply how twisted from the normal reality, with no regard for skill, talent, luck or genius. Someone with perfect reflexes, someone with absolute empathy, someone whose very words become physical law... they're not people you could simply consider Special.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

Oh. [ A blink and a second to process that. ] Someone who can control fire, or electricity, or teleport. [ This is Touma's absolutely lack of shock. ] Espers or-- [ Tiny groan. ] --magicians.