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[ For the browsers of the network who had tuned into this particular entry, they are met with a dizzying sight. The cinematography is atrocious. The feed bobs and weaves from side to side, shadowing the curious movements of the head of the person holding the comm device far too close to his nose from the other side. It may be difficult to see, but the turquoise-ish fluid oozing from a small puncture wound was a bold contrast against the otherwise metallic slate of the wall. ]

The wall scolded me! That's so weird..! [ The owner of the voice was... Hard to identify. Maybe a young woman, or an even younger boy. The teetering footsteps that bounced the camera seemed to imply that he was cautiously keeping his distance from the wound of his own making; a interested sort of hesitance that seemed unclear in its intent. ] So, I was thinking, maybe I should put something up so I can throw my knives when I get bored... But wouldn't that mean I have to put a hole in there, anyway? Even if I try to be good I'll still get in trouble! [ The exasperation in the stranger's voice left as quickly as it had arrived in lieu of something sincerely enthusiastic. ]

Oh! [ The video was obscured by a brief cascade of white and then a large, red eye. Bowing right over the communicator to regard it upside down seemed like the most reasonable route to take, even if not the most comfortable looking to a casual observer. ] I'm Suzuya, your new crewmate! Let's all get along ~ You can call me Juuzou instead if you want, I don't really care about that. [ There were more important things to discuss, after all. ] So, the wall wont take away my Quinque if I'm bad, right? It just tells me not to..?

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Knives huh? That's pretty edgy.

[That pun is free. The rest of it, however, has him struggling a little to understand some of it. It's clearly a thing that is an object, or a body part? No it couldn't be a body part.]

If you tell me what exactly the Mexican food sounding thing is then I can probably tell you if you get it taken away.

Yeah! They're knives. [ Straightening himself back into standing meant that the topsy-turvy view of part of Juuzou's face disappeared from view. The off-center placement of the lens meeting the bleeding wall seemed less intentional and more like he had forgotten about the camera being on at all. ] Ahh, you think so? Good point! [ Was that a pun in return? It was hard to tell. ]

Huuh? What word..? [ Juuzou paused and hummed thoughtfully for a moment. ] I don't speak Mexican, I'm Japanese! If you tell me then maybe I can help you. Our names are both numbers so it's okay if you ask!

Edited (Typo. And fixing a thing.) 2021-02-14 03:05 (UTC)

[He's taking it as a pun. He wants it as a pun. Please be a pun. Everything is very tense right now and he could take a few moments where humour is more the narrative.]

I'm going to give you a tip. [Take that pun too.] Poking holes in the space machine keeping us all alive? Probably not the best idea. I'm looking forward to seeing what twenty one is like.

Kuinke? クインケ? I'm really good with Japanese but I've never heard the word before and if I'd heard it even once in passing I'd remember. Meant it as light humour but I'm not all that funny sometimes. What is it? If you summarize, I'll speculate.

Hmm... [ That sort of answer was expected. Mortality is a very fussy thing for a lot of people. ] Are you scared of dying, Four-two-zero-six-nine-san..? You shouldn't be! It happens all the time. [ A hand eased into the video feed and reached towards the knife wound in the ship's wall. It was spiraled with little red arrows from down its middle finger, all the way along the bare forearm until the limb was out of view. ]

If you ask me, if the ship dies because of a tiny hole like this then it should hurry up and die already. [ There was no malice in Juuzou's voice, just a matter-of-fact declaration beneath the cheery lilt that carried along his words. ] Because it's going to die soon anyway if something thiiiis little... [ One thin finger roughly pushed itself into the wound, twisted for a few seconds, then slowly pulled itself out. An impressed little coo met the way that the strange blue fluid seemed to form a goopy bridge between its source and and offending fingertip. ] ... Is really that big of a deal~!

[ Juuzou took a moment to read the kana on his little device's screen. He softly read the characters back to himself, getting louder and more confident with each syllable. ] Ah! That's it! They're my knives! They're special so I don't want them to be taken away if I'm bad.

Edited (Tense.) 2021-02-14 13:08 (UTC)

[Oh. Somewhat kinky but also, even cute ~~boys~~ girls can be psychotic. This is someone he'll have to do him an avoid of on the ship. The one thing he doesn't need is a bunch of holes in him. Psychotic tendency is something learned well enough growing up in an orphanage for brokenass kids.]

Heavy question, heavy answer. I don't think I'm afraid of dying, but it'd be my first time dying so I want it to be done right. It needs to be special. Also if we're diving into the mentality of my mortality, you can call me Matt.

[The sounding out of a basic component of Japanese makes him shift to voice instead. As far as he knows, that gets translated. But you know. There's also the idea that he she looks like she's much older than she's speaking. Then again, Japanese women were pretty as fuck and just as weird sometimes.]

Alright. Knives, special form of knives. Got it. Solution there is pretty easy, don't be bad. You know what bad is by your own definition and so just don't be bad and you won't have to worry. Wrapping back around to stabbing the ship, that might be one of the things you should probably avoid to not get something nicked.

[ Juuzou could read, but he still struggled with Kanji and unfamiliar syntax. Having no formal education until sixteen, only three years ago, unfortunately doesn't make for a very well-read individual. He was sounding out the 'Quinque' katakana in particular to reaffirm that Matt had got it right. Still, voice would be easier - especially for the video feed so that it wouldn't be constantly pulled up so that Juuzou could read, then settled elsewhere again to reply. ]

Ehh? Special? [ Genuine confusion raised the end of each of the two words. ] Is there such thing..? You just stop breathing. Even if you do something flashy it will be the same as everyone else, you know. But that sounds like fun... Don't disappoint me, Matt-san!

[ The camera jumped to echo the surprised jolt from its owner at the sound of a voice. ] It's Matt-san! Good morning! [ Perhaps it was from the adrenaline of the little startle, but Juuzou seemed excited. At least until he was given an answer that he really didn't want to hear. ]

Juuzou-kun, be a good boy... [ The soft volume of his voice implied that he wasn't speaking to Matt; rather, to himself. His ordinary volume resumed as Juuzou continued on. ] Ahh... But even if I'm good, I think I will still be scolded. I want to know if the wall will take my Quinque, that's all, that's all... Do you know the answer?

[Matt isn't one for over-thinking death, either, but he's not keen on exploding in space. There's cooler ways to go and ones that'd benefit back home when he's much, much older, not here.]

That's why you have to die in a special manner. You die like everyone else but not like everyone else like a rube. You just got to not die until it's worth it, that's the point. Yeah I rarely disappoint people. [He's good at lying, let him live.] I'll go out in a blaze of glory and gunfire just to satisfy my inner cowboy.

[Jesus this energy.] 'Morning. [Jesus that voice is a boy?! Whatever cosmos, make it weird then.]
Scolded, yeah, but that wasn't a variable. The variable was you getting your knives confiscated. You just shoved a finger in it... so... I doubt the wall has arms, just sass... Assessment: Probably not. I can't say that same thing for everyone else that actually have arms and hands.

[ Juuzou groaned in exasperation. ] I don't get it... [ Like everyone else, but also not like everyone else..? Too confusing. Instead, he backed off from the wall with his finger extended to see how far the strand of blue stretched until it snapped free. The answer was: only a couple of feet at best. ]

But when you're scolded, that means you're going to get punished if you keep being bad. [ Which is why he was a little uncertain about the consequences of his actions. Absently, he smeared the blue blood-esque fluid between his fingers. Very viscous. Nice texture. He almost wanted to see what it tasted like... ] But I was just throwing my knives at the wall! I wasn't out to stab anyone, you know... [ The pout upon his lips was practically audible as he whined. Also, yes. A boy. He gets that confusion a lot, even when face to face with people. ]

It's fine, I don't want to get it either.

[He's keen on not dying, but he's also quite interested in the inner workings of the ship. If it's actually bionic, that means it has to know if someone's fucking with it's central workings and this is the proof he needs. So. That means he has to find the glove compartment around here with the driver's manual if he's going to take it over and go the fuck home so Mello and Near can stop a) acting weird and b) moping.

Thanks random psycho, that's helpful. People like this can be useful if he's manipulatable, too.]

...Which is exactly why you don't keep being bad? [This is reminding him a little too much of some of the kids that came in to the entry level and never made it passed the evaluations.] I'll give you that throwing knives at a wall, normally for most of us, doesn't make the wall bleed unless the house is possessed. I'm going to throw a wild suggestion instead of a knife out here, Suzuya. Have you considered not knifing things by either throwing or stabbing?

[ Perhaps if he had paid attention to the broadcast on his device for more than a couple of seconds before getting bored then he would have known not to injure the wall. But, it was boring. Sitting still and listening was not Juuzou's forte. Everything was far too new and interesting for him to want to listen to some strangers ramble on about something he didn't even care about. ]

But I don't know what the ship thinks is bad, anyway! Like I said, I was gonna put up a board or something but that would mean putting a hole in the wall and that's bad too! [ Juuzou wiped off the blood onto the side of his pants. Even if it looked like goopy sugar, he wont put it in his mouth. Not this time, at least. ]

... Mm... [ That... Was not an easy task. The sort of destructive itch that had been so deeply nurtured into someone like Juuzou wasn't dismissed by being told to 'just don't'. ] Because I have to..? If I don't, it will just... Hm... [ Yeah. Putting this into words... Wasn't easy. ] This is just what I do! If I don't then it won't be right..?

[To be fair, Matt listened to it in the background and walked on around while posting to the network about food. Maybe they should try strapping new arrivals to chairs to listen. However, the more that Matt listens to this the more it actually not only starts to make sense, but starts to hit home right now for at least two of the successors here. He's never sure what's up in Mello's head, completely.]

You're doing this to hold your focus. [He's already gathered small bobbles that are chess pieces if he arranges them on a clear surface and uses his memory.] Alright, got it. If, personally, I had to choose between one hole and then protecting the thing that needs to be protecting, it stands to reason the one hole would be best. Your tactical one hole versus stabbing and bleeding out the ship slowly is going to be the better way. Alternately your room has a desk, you can flip it on its side. Depending on how you like sleeping, maybe even your bed. Or we can see what kind of panels can come off the ship safely and put it in your room, then some idiot doesn't walk into your space while you're training for the circus.

[ Even when figuratively strapped down in meetings, Juuzou tended to just... Space out. That wouldn't fix the problem. He would learn as he went, the easy way or the hard way. ]

Um... I guess? [ If that's how Matt wanted to phrase it. It was more like an itch that needed to be scratched, and one that his job back home satisfied very well. Redirecting his violent urges was beneficial for almost everyone. Except Ghouls.

But Matt had a great idea, one that even prompted Juuzou to gasp. ] Matt-san is so smart! That's why I didn't understand earlier! [ Clearly, that had to be the reason. ] I can sleep on the floor! And you're right, you're right - I did do circus things! Let me show you some time, okay~?

[It's how Matt can rationalize and draw back to what he knows. Mind you, any of the psychotic people he spent time with didn't need to be on a knife-ing spree to just get by the day. No, the sorts he chummed around with bought missiles to fedex stolen books, had little problem with murder and were dubconning their world at best. Normal things that pre-teens and teens did.

But Juuzou can tell him how smart he is again, that's acceptable. At the expense of Juuzou calling himself stupid didn't feel right, but it felt nice. Thanks.]

Yeah you could tip the mattress onto the floor, then just stand the bed on its side. That was just an educated guess based on some humour I tried again. Didn't realize you did circus things. I guess it wouldn't hurt to see circus things.

[At least not much.]

If knives are your thing, then you're pretty deadly accurate, huh?

[ Matt was in good company! Healthy formative years were not histories that either of them shared. The two were amongst friends. ]

I like that! I'm gonna do it! [ Oh! Right. There was a video. Poor Matt had been subjected to a corner of the wall this whole time. Juuzou swung the device upwards, humming to himself whilst he tried to figure out what to press to actually turn it around... There! Now Matt can see just how grateful he is, and, you know, actually see his face that was beaming from ear to ear. ]

Mmhm! I'm good with them! If anyone could beat me at hitting a mark with my knives, I would buy them breakfast for a whole year. [ Just don't question where he got the money. It's fine. ] Why? Do you need me to throw one at someone for you, Matt-san? [ He asked with a questioning tip of his head. Someone or something, but someone would be better. Moving targets are far more engaging. ]

I'm a good idea guy. [He has ideas sometimes and even if they're outlandish, that's right up his mark. Destroy your bedroom? Yeah if it means the ship is fine.

That beaming face on the network makes him sigh internally. Everyone here is going to fucking die if the wrong person from their world comes. Cute though. At least cute. Enough that he's not sure about the boy comment, but it also could be his own bias.]

That does seem damn confident. Confidence like that doesn't come around very often so I'm going to take you word on it. Honestly, I'm not sure. I could use a friend who's good at throwing knives and isn't afraid to get their hands dirty. Right now, not so much. I'm new here so I'm not sure who deserves knives thrown at them yet. The circus stuff, I'd love to see that but how about rain check on the people target?

[ It's fine if he dies. Again, he wasn't scared of death. It just happens, and it can happen to him. As long as he gets to have fun before that time, he will be satisfied. ]

I don't need to be your friend if you just need me to stab someone, you know? [ But he seems to like Matt well enough. Friendship may very well be on the cards. Both hands steadied the camera at arm's length, then one drew away to flick a little two fingered salute from his forehead. Juuzou was lucky that he didn't smear ship blood all over his hair for that. ] Rain check!

[ But, about his tricks... Juuzou tipped his head to one side, then the other. He idly chewed at the stitching in his lip as he pondered. ] I don't know how to do that with the camera so you can see... Matt-san, I need another idea please.

No, but I don't have so many friends. Even less here and you seem pretty chill. [As in chilling. Matt knows what kind of fire this is in its most broad sense of the term. The kind of fire isn't as close to "dumpster" as it is "wild".

Matt has been watching in the camera and he knows that hallway all too well. It was only a matter of time before he had to start sharing.]

Good thing for you, Suzuya, I have a ton of ideas. I'm going to send you this message and let's do a game of trust so we can start building on that friendship. You'll have to shut your eyes and put your left hand on the wall. You'll need to take about twelve steps, counted out real loud and then stop and keep your eyes closed. Think you can trust me that much?

Edited 2021-02-15 01:54 (UTC)

Chill? I've never been called that before... [ Why was that? Who knows? It couldn't be that he was anything but a calm person, could it? ]

Let's see, let's see... [ Before Matt had even finished relaying his instructions Juuzou had set his left palm against the closest wall. The camera feed sort of landed at an awkward angle pointed mostly towards the ground. ] Sounds fun! I'll play the trust game.

[ Juuzou's steps were uneven and teetering, but he set one foot in front of the other with his heels set close to the toes behind him as if he was balancing. ] One, twooo ~ ! [ He counted aloud in a sing-song voice. Was part of the game listening to that weird pull on his hand? It seemed to be responding to the direction, and it was the left one that had that weird symbol on it. ]

Ten, eleven, aaaand... [ With his eyes still tight shut, Juuzou hopped for the final step and landed with both feet beside one another on the ground. ] Twelve! [ What does he win? Did he do good? Can he open his eyes now???? ]

There were quite a few things that Matt was able to think of that would be as dumb to spook a possible psychopath with their eyes closed. So. In lieu of that he was more than arm's length and down the opposite hall from where he actually lived by the time he doubled back and around. Loud counting helped facilitate him to know he was still down the hall and approximately where in projection tone.

What Matt wasn't able to anticipate was the sensation from the back of his hand. As much as he wanted to bolt the other way until he could figure out why, instead he felt drawn toward the sound of the counting. No, no way. Having looked on the network, he felt a little up to date on what was going on and the closer they both got, the more his glyph indicated.

Well shit.

He heard 'twelve' and was at a good distance away, at least arm's length wise. "Alright, open your eyes." he said with a gentle tone. "Now you don't have to use the network, you can just show me." If he ignored the glyph would this go away? Maybe?

Juuzou stood still, even if the tension wound in his legs was ready to spring free. He wanted to at least fidget but the anticipation was killing him. The moment he was told to open his eyes, he did so without a moment's notice. Both of his vivid red eyes were wide with wonder. Oh, so that's why Matt sounded different! He was right here!

"You found me? How did you do that? That's so cool!" Juuzou asked, bunching his hands into excitable little fists close to his che-- huh? "Look, my hand is different..." He lifted his left palm and turned it around to regard how the glyph had changed. That's probably important, isn't it?

Juuzou quickly lost interest and returned to assessing the unfamiliar face before him. "Aah, you're bigger than me..." He observed with a little upturn of his lips. Both of the smaller man's hands raised and formed 'o' shapes with their thumbs and fingers. Juuzou put them over his eyes to emulate Matt's interesting choice of accessory. "I like your goggles~" He chimed. "How much were they? I want a pair..."

Matt had a way of appearing when he was needed, it didn't stray far that he was a magician. Except he wasn't. Not even close, it was sound and trail and the variables of all things involved in sending someone twelve loud steps in the opposite direction. Normal people stuff, you know?

Normal people stuff. Like realizing that as soon as Juuzou started speaking that the glyphs solidified. Shit. Yeah okay. This wasn't good, but it wasn't so bad. Matt had an instant amount of questions rather than answers, things like: Were those stitches? "I'm a really good tracker. There's no one I can't find." Mello included. But speaking of hands, Matt pat the glove on his own hand and turned it around even if it was still sheathed in the leather to show the back of it to the other man. "Mine too. Lucky us, looks like." Thank you, coincidental probabilities. Not really though since this meant he was tied to a stab-fetishist who spoke and acted like an actual child. Then again if there weren't very many people, the probabilities were in their favour finding each other easily over the network. Just not likely. Hm. Something to ponder on later.

An observation of his height made sense, but out loud not so much. Matt had been observing a great many things at single glance, it was only fair for someone to size him up to. This time literally. He couldn't look up at his goggles but the momentary upturn of his eyes as if he could actually had him doing something if not hiding out behind the fur of his jacket and putting his hands into his pockets. "I don't know how much, they were a gift. I've had them a long, long time. We can look around, see what we can find here one day." No time soon. This meeting was about how dangerous Juuzou was or wasn't and how amicable he was. "What about you? Is that subdermal implant?" He gestured with his hand toward the other man's stitches in general. Nothing specific.

In all fairness, Juuzou hadn't said how old or young he was. He was very aware of how difficult it was to pin down his age and gender and thrived in the confusion that his existence caused. "Hey, do you live here? This is my floor. My room is over... There!" A point of his finger down the hall punctuated the vague directions he had given. Poor Matt really was stuck with Juuzou in more ways than just their glyphs.

"Ohhh..." Juuzou mused aloud. "Those are Matt-san's special item. I understand." He smiled with a shallow nod of his head. "That's nice... I'm happy for you."

He was listening whilst he fiddled with his device to turn it off for the moment. All the while Juuzou bowed lower and lower. He figured out how to cut the communications when he was just shy of touching his toes. Stretching was important if he was going to show off some tricks for Matt in the near future. "Huh?" Juuzou peered up. "It's just thread! Do you like it? I did all of the stitching myself~"

Someone out there hated him a lot. A very lot and his eyes scanned to the 'there' that was being pointed out. The opposite of his own room, mostly. "Yeah I live on this floor too. I'll come give you a knock sometime." Sometime depending on what he was going to learn.

A nod of his head secured the idea that, yes, those were a special item. The sincerity behind that happiness for him sounded true, but he decided to keep it on the pile of not certain for the moment. It wasn't too important, really and he didn't want to go through why they were a permanent fixture on his face. That and really there were more things to think of like: Jesus Christ on high the guy sews himself. The limbering? That could continue. But this part was a little interesting, too. Did he like it? F...uck no? Kind of. Alright maybe a bit. "It looks cool, kinda like it hurts but cool. I don't think I'd have what it takes to do it myself. Or the skill. Are you a tailor, too?"

[Oh no... good thing Navi is self-repairing but still.]

If you must throw knives, might I suggest obtaining something of a self-standing target instead? Navi would likely appreciate it if you refrained from putting holes in them.

[ Aha! Another voice! It's very strange how everyone seems to be concerned about the wall. Walls aren't something that should be worried about, even if they talk. ]

Right, right... Standing targets! Someone suggested using my desk or something, I think that will be good. I just don't understand what the big deal is. Besides, if Navi-wall scolds me, and can't do anything else, then I can just keep using my Quinque on it anyway, right?

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