Das Schicksal hat mich angelacht

Noiz Part of Fates Rewritten RP

[pseudonoiz]

suspicious rewiring // noiz&aoba

[aocatch]

Blinking in both a mix of surprise, awe, yet overall annoyance at this kid’s tone, Aoba ended up pulling his lips into a frown and fully prepared to tell him off. Before he could think of taking the chance — he had already been cut off. Aoba leaned to the side and peeked around the other man at the closed power board, this entire thing seemed completely fishy and he didn’t want to just let him go free. He only hesitated because he wasn’t entirely sure what he could do to stop him. — Though, maybe he could see just why he had been up to that fiddling.

"H-Hey, wait a sec! What other work do you plan to do?"

It was difficult to be nice and friendly towards someone who already irritated Aoba but he was generally a friendly guy when he wanted to be! He just had to push passed the brat’s demeanor if he could. It probably sounded just a little forced but he gave an attempted light laugh and fell into pace besides the stranger, proceeding to make small talk in hopes that would persuade the other to let him tag along.

Besides! Who couldn’t trust a face like Aoba’s? 

"Sooo…mind if I come with?"

[pseudonoiz]

Tch. But you are meddlesome. Noiz thought as he heard the guy voice some form of protest yet again. It's not like he was doing anything illegal. Well, nothing illegal that he can't hack away from his permanent record, anyways. The law enforcement system in this area doesn't need any high-security shit, from the looks of it. Or even access to Interpol records.

"The sort of life-threatening, urgently critical business sort of work. With the fate of multiple worlds at stake."

Noiz had said it so seriously to indicate he was done with further questioning that he couldn't stifle his surprise when the man asked if he could join him. Why do you care, anyways? Noiz shrugged with a slight nod in response, figuring the man would just get bored if he watched long enough and leave of his own volition.

"Scheiss, suit yourself." he turned and started to head back inside. "I don't have time to explain everything to n00bs, though."

[pseudonoiz]

--i'll probably finish the blog by tonight. ask box is also open for things. in any case, anyone in frw up for threading with noiz??

[pseudonoiz]

suspicious rewiring [open]

[aocatch]

Just on his way home, Aoba thought that today would be a fairly normal weekday night — he’d come home from work and do his night time routine, manage to relax in the confines of his apartment before turning in for the evening. However he’d made it all of one block short of his apartment building before something out of the ordinary caught the periphery of his vision. Whether it was out of genuine interest or morbid curiosity, Aoba couldn’t help but sneak a peek.

He’d only barely approached before he was caught and in reflex he froze as if he had been doing something bad. No matter what way one looked at this situation though, Aoba wasn’t the one being questionable, right? — Not exactly! Now that he was closer though, he managed a good luck at the stranger and found his entire atmosphere to be well — suspicious.

Furrowing his brows and turning a frown, Aoba leaned over regardless and in spite of the other’s attempted reassurance.

"Doing your job? Oi —"

"No matter how you look at this, it’s weird."

Just how old was this kid, anyway?

Aoba doubted that he was just doing something normal and doubted even more that this kid has a job at that. He couldn’t be more than…than — seventeen or eighteen maybe. This could be an act of rebellion that today’s younger generation exhibited! That’s what he thought anyway and realized just how old that made him sound. Shuddering, Aoba exhaled quickly and spoke with a bit of warning in his tone. 

"You know, you could get hurt messing around with this stuff."

[pseudonoiz]

The passerby had a bossy voice and he was apparently the troublesome, nagging type. Noiz wasn't sure which parent this man reminded him of. Then he said something interesting, something amusing. Noiz let out a snort, while a more sincere person would have laughed.

"You would get hurt messing with this stuff." Noiz remarked. "Not me."

"I told you. I'm a pro." Noiz said flatly as he made the finishing touches on the wires.

Fertig. Perfekt. Now to return to his room and really enjoy the night. Hacking video game servers and have his player grind in acceptable net speed. He closed the power board and gathered his tools, a thin smile on his lips. He approached the stranger and said:

"Well, I must continue my work elsewhere. Tschüss."

[pseudonoiz]

suspicious rewiring [open]

How was he supposed to do his work and play video games properly with a connection that barely reached a single Mbps? Ridiculous.

He had called his network provider, and talked a whole deal on the line to an associate who gave annoying talk about customer service but jack shit on actually giving him the bandwidth. "I'll service your ass." Noiz scoffed rudely before hanging up.

Naturally, the boy was left no choice but to take matters into his own hands. And this course of action involved nothing short of heading down to the server room and rerouting the connections himself, shortly followed by Noiz standing behind his building, unraveling and reworking the connections of the building's power grid. His hands worked through the buttons and wires, diabolically focused.

Why, with his outrageous clothing and his multitude of piercings, one would suspect he was up to something.

"Nothing to see here." he mumbled to the person he heard approaching. His hands did something increasingly questionable with the wires. "I'm a trained professional just doing my job."

He lied. It was quite obviously a lie and Noiz quite obviously did not give a damn.