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[datprosthetic]

"Shit. Fuck. Fuck!”

He remembered everything. Every grisly detail, every cold feeling leading up to.. what he was sure was an untimely death.

A hand drifted to his abdomen. He pulled up his shirt some, examined the skin....

[datprosthetic]

A whole new nightmare.

[datprosthetic]

White hardly seemed to notice the staring, at least for the moment. He was far too busy throwing a temper tantrum. He slammed a prosthetic fist into the still-open door, before moving to let it close. Guess damaging the scenery wouldn't get him anywhere, but..

"Fucking fuck! I know that psychotic bitch is around here somewhere. Jasmine's real, this place is real. She has to be real too! When I find her, I'll wreck her; I don't know how, but I fucking will." He wasn't talking to anyone in particular, of course. Moreover himself, and likely making a promise while he had a few witnesses around to confirm it.

 The bout of rage passed quickly enough. Soon a defeated sigh passed his lips, and his arms were folded across his chest as he strode across the room. Too much crazy shit was going on in this place. He couldn't keep up with it all and retain his sanity all at once. He missed his home. He missed the people he actually -liked-, and he missed.. Fuck it. He missed far too many things to count. He'd probably only been here a goddamned day at the most, too.

"I don't remember either of you, but I remember this place. The Zero fucker got you too, right?

[homicidalharry]

Harry had just kind of watched as the other man threw his little tantrum, not really knowing what exactly he was on about, but allowing him to get it out of his system. He knew all about needing to have tantrums.

"Yeah... he did," he said, simply. Obviously, he thought, but decided that it didn't need to be said. There was no use in starting fights or insulting people. At least not yet, anyway, no matter how stupid the questions or people involved might be.

He needed to form alliances and get them to like and trust him before he would be able to trick them into giving him the things he wanted, anyway, right? That was how it usually went, unless the other person was as dumb as a brick.

Quickly growing bored, he looked back up at the door he was standing next to.

"I didn't attend the stupid meeting, but I'm going to guess that Zero guy wants us to go through these doors."

[datprosthetic]

"Shit. Fuck. Fuck!”

He remembered everything. Every grisly detail, every cold feeling leading up to.. what he was sure was an untimely death.

A hand drifted to his abdomen. He pulled up his shirt some, examined the skin. Nothing. No blood, no scars. No hole. Just the pale skin he’d always had.

[datprosthetic]

A whole new nightmare.

It didn't take long to find the halls, the rooms he'd already been in. He remembered. He swore he fucking remembered.

 The room with the rabbit.. When he reached it, the crowd had all but disassembled. He saw the girls with the blue hair, and there! Jasmine! She was real!

Perhaps he should have stopped to ask if she knew him too; he couldn't possibly be the only one with this agitating sense of deja vu.There was no way he couldn't. But Jasmine was busy.. Blue was chatting away with her, and White had higher priorities.

There was the room.. The area that he last remembered before everything had gone blank. The bitch couldn't possibly be far, likely hiding. But he wanted his goddamned answers, and he wanted some goddamned revenge! His brows furrowed as the irritation turned to slight rage. She had killed him. She had! There was no way she hadn't!

 It had to be this door. Something about a lift or something. Yeah, she had to be here! He shoved the door open angrily; created a loud slam as he burst in. His seething self took a quick glance around the room, landing on Miku. That her? No.. hold on. That girl was in a kimono.. this one looked.. different. A prosthetic rose to point at her accusingly.  "You, lady! You seen a creepy chick in a kimono running around here? I've got something for the bitch." If no response or even acknowledgement, his eyes would snap to Harry. "What about you, pretty boy? Any kimono-wearing twats?"

[homicidalharry]

Harry actually looked a little bit confused when he was called a 'pretty boy'. It wasn't often that he was called that, and it wasn't something that he gave very much thought to, normally.

Thinking on it, now, he did suppose that he could be considered pretty, but... looks were one of the last things he was concerned about, unless they were to be used for seducing people into trusting him. Perhaps he wasn't called that so often because many of the people he'd met were killed before they got a chance to tell what sex he was. A tiny smirk formed on his lips at the thought.

More than the... what he decided to take as a compliment, a certain metal something caught his attention and he directed his eyes towards it for what seemed to be an unsettling amount of time.

"No, I haven't seen anyone in a kimono recently."

[homicidalharry]

He paused again, attempting to calm the intense burning sensation that had filled up his chest. He knew exactly what it was, too, and it wasn’t heartburn.

Finally, in front of him stood a girl that was like him in some ways, or at least that’s what it seemed like, and he couldn’t help it when his pale face flushed a light pink color.

"…Miku Hatsune… Oh, no, the pleasure is all mine~ Just calling me Harry is fine."

[zetsubonouta]

Oh, he didn’t seem to be upset! Good! Miku didn’t want to make someone upset for no reason. …Hey, maybe she could even make friends with this new person. Oh, but first, she’d better make sure his name has been properly entered into her data logs…

"Alright, Harry!"

"So… What are you up to, Harry?"

She needed to do another action, and this looked like the best thing that was on the limited list of suggestions her logs gave her, so she decided to talk about what he may be up to at the moment.

[homicidalharry]

For just a moment, he seemed distracted, but then he turned to face the door that he'd been inspecting earlier. He only half-turned, leaving himself able to easily glance over to her, and he pointed halfheartedly at the door with a thumb and a shrug.

"I was just inspecting these doors... This one sounds the safest to go through."

He hadn't been to the meeting, but it wasn't very hard to figure out that these doors were intended for them to go through. What they were supposed to do exactly, he didn't know, but according to the letter, the bedroom puzzle was a hint, so he did have some sort of idea.

[homicidalharry]

Someone had come down the lift, and he only had enough time to turn towards them before they were practically in his face. His initial reaction was to grit his teeth and lean backwards a bit to put some distance between them. He couldn’t say that he was very comfortable with people who did things like this.

After the shock faded, he unclenched his teeth and visibly relaxed just a little bit, looking her over. Then, a hint of surprise came over his features, and he was quiet for a little while before he smiled.

"…Data… logs? I’m Harry."

[zetsubonouta]

He went quiet… Did Miku do something bad? She hoped she didn’t… Because of his actions, though, she tried to change herself to acting more calm, and less hyper.

"Yes, data logs. It’s where my system keeps track of things I’ve found out or learned,"

"It’s nice to meet you, Harry-san. I could also call you Mister Harry if you would like that better," she gave another smile "I’m sorry if I scared you earlier. I’m just happy to meet new people!"

[homicidalharry]

He paused again, attempting to calm the intense burning sensation that had filled up his chest. He knew exactly what it was, too, and it wasn't heartburn.

Finally, in front of him stood a girl that was like him in some ways, or at least that's what it seemed like, and he couldn't help it when his pale face flushed a light pink color.

"...Miku Hatsune... Oh, no, the pleasure is all mine~ Just calling me Harry is fine."

[homicidalharry]

Harry had waken up long before his roommate had and was already long gone. it hadn’t taken him very long to solve the puzzle. In fact, he hadn’t even needed to explore the rest of the room to have figured it out as soon as he’d seen the box. He did so, though, just so he could know the sort of situation he was dealing with. Having knowledge of one’s surroundings was always a good idea, even if he didn’t use it as often as he should.

He decided to completely ignore the message to report to the living room, instead choosing to wander the dorm halls for a little while, but that became boring very quickly.

After leaving the dorms, he discovered the cafeteria, which was… rather large, and by a quick calculation, appeared to be able to hold at least one hundred and fifty people at once. It also seemed to be identical on both sides, so after a good look around, he left. Just how many people were trapped here like himself?

It didn’t take him very long before he wound up in a somewhat large octagon-shaped room with doors all around him. There was a door on every wall, and each one only had a number and a short title engraved onto it.

Was this where they were supposed to go? Raccoon City sounded somewhat safe. Maybe he would go there first.

Raccoons weren’t exactly harmless, but they also weren’t much of a threat, either. it sounded much better than a place where dragons lived, at least.

[zetsubonouta]

…Huh? When did she get here, her data lo- Oh!!!

A person her memory logs hadn’t recorded before! She should go greet them!

Miku then ran right up to Harry, a smile on her face.

"Hello, new, undocumented person!"

"I am Miku Hatsune! What’s you name? I need it if I want to properly add you to my data logs,"

[homicidalharry]

Someone had come down the lift, and he only had enough time to turn towards them before they were practically in his face. His initial reaction was to grit his teeth and lean backwards a bit to put some distance between them. He couldn't say that he was very comfortable with people who did things like this.

After the shock faded, he unclenched his teeth and visibly relaxed just a little bit, looking her over. Then, a hint of surprise came over his features, and he was quiet for a little while before he smiled.

"...Data... logs? I'm Harry."

[homicidalharry]

Harry had waken up long before his roommate had and was already long gone. it hadn't taken him very long to solve the puzzle. In fact, he hadn't even needed to explore the rest of the room to have figured it out as soon as he'd seen the box. He did so, though, just so he could know the sort of situation he was dealing with. Having knowledge of one's surroundings was always a good idea, even if he didn't use it as often as he should.

He decided to completely ignore the message to report to the living room, instead choosing to wander the dorm halls for a little while, but that became boring very quickly.

After leaving the dorms, he discovered the cafeteria, which was... rather large, and by a quick calculation, appeared to be able to hold at least one hundred and fifty people at once. It also seemed to be identical on both sides, so after a good look around, he left. Just how many people were trapped here like himself?

It didn't take him very long before he wound up in a somewhat large octagon-shaped room with doors all around him. There was a door on every wall, and each one only had a number and a short title engraved onto it.

Was this where they were supposed to go? Raccoon City sounded somewhat safe. Maybe he would go there first.

Raccoons weren't exactly harmless, but they also weren't much of a threat, either. it sounded much better than a place where dragons lived, at least.