[ hello rang! those really are some interesting emotions. WHY DID YOU DESCRIBE IT THIS WAY ACTUALLY i hate you. anyway, jonas is here, and the surprise kind of surprises him, a little, but it's about the only emotion jonas is emitting. he's surprisingly blank for being a teenager, but it's possible rang can at least pick up on something that's...muted, maybe? like a force applied to covering emotions.
overall though, he doesn't seem unhappy to see rang. just a calm sort of acceptance and curiosity as he looks at the house. ]
Even if I have, I can't say I'm not interested in going back. You know? We didn't get a chance to look that much.
his surprise shifts into interest, because nothing compels rang more than someone trying to hide a part of themselves from him, but maybe that can be applied to this freaky haunted house instead,]
Shall we then? [he gives him a look sidelong,] I promise I won't jump out at you, even if I'm tempted.
[ yes, let's focus on the creepy haunted house and not whatever the hell is going on with jonas. but there's something akin to a smirk and a short spike of excitement (adrenaline, maybe, of doing something weird and interesting) before he gestures for rang to follow him to one of the windows. ]
I appreciate your sacrifice in that case. [ it's a joke, of course. ] Do you think I scare that easy?
[ stop assigning him bowling-ball thrower, gosh. ]
Funny. [ there's a dash of curiosity with that though, wondering what rang could pull off. thinking maybe it's better not to tempt fate by asking. he glances at the window though and seems to squint in thought. ]
The way I see it, we have two options. Or, three, I guess. We can either crawl through the window as-is. We break it further to get more space. Oooor I can try teleporting us in. I think.
[why is jonas so funny, rang like these are sensible suggestions but unfortunately he is intrigued by the last one even though it doesn't have the full vote of confidence.
he ends up holding an arm out because he assumes that jonas will need contact for this,]
[ i am slowly realizing this is actually a terrible combination for any sense of self-preservation, especially since jonas has no probably grabbing rang's arm. ]
Okay first of all, if you slam into a wall I'm also slamming into a wall. And second of all I've been practicing so the chances of that happening are...way less.
[ but judging by the amused, mischievous vibes he's just fooling around. and without warning, he's peering through the window to focus on a point inside the house that he can see before the two of them disappear in a faint whirl of white smoke before reappearing inside the lower floor of the creepy house. ]
wow... so this is teleportation.... jonas losing out on the chance of somehow making rang eat shit like he deserves but ig that can still happen. he looks around with interest, even at the house's incredibly creepy surroundings, then back at jonas,]
I've never seen Buzen pull that off. You really have been practicing.
[he'd be proud if he was a dad type. instead, his emotions are pleased. like the idea of jonas leveling up might mean great things in a future where jonas has to murder/murdered. rang can't ever be normal,]
[ STOP LOOK yeah. it's fine. look at this teleportation! he truly should have made rang eat shit but unfortunately he's okay enough with the guy that he won't bother for the time being. instead, they are now in this insanely creepy house, and jonas seems to be looking around with vague...appreciation? excitement? it's hard to say, but these are not the vibes of somebody who's unnerved to be here. ]
After the first couple of times where it didn't turn out the way I wanted, I started trying to use it more often. [ so sure. practice. rang can never be normal and he doesn't have to know that this is actually jonas's line of thought, too. ]
[i can't believe they're just vibing as both incredibly not normal people, rang takes in the fact that jonas seems to be raring to go in this serial killer house, and in turn he feels something close to anticipation.
for what, exactly? he's not sure, but he hopes it'll be interesting. rang peers at a large ornate mirror, cracked in several places, and watches the multiples of jonas in its reflection.]
To run around. He's the type who likes to go fast on his own.
[sweet buzen... truly the team's golden retriever.]
[ look. it's fine. don't ask too many questions. jonas should maybe be exercising some caution, and if rang examines carefully he may pick up on the tiniest threads of paranoia and uncertainty from jonas but they're drowned out by his own interest and curiosity. the multiple jonases' reflections give no tells either way, but the actual jonas snorts at that explanation. ignore him, he's opening the drawer of a dusty endtable to see if there's anything inside. ]
Considering the first time I met him he was jumping onto the train tracks? That surprises me absolutely none. [ wild. ] But who am I to stop him from focusing on what he wants to focus on?
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overall though, he doesn't seem unhappy to see rang. just a calm sort of acceptance and curiosity as he looks at the house. ]
Even if I have, I can't say I'm not interested in going back. You know? We didn't get a chance to look that much.
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his surprise shifts into interest, because nothing compels rang more than someone trying to hide a part of themselves from him, but maybe that can be applied to this freaky haunted house instead,]
Shall we then? [he gives him a look sidelong,] I promise I won't jump out at you, even if I'm tempted.
[thanks, rang]
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I appreciate your sacrifice in that case. [ it's a joke, of course. ] Do you think I scare that easy?
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No. Which makes me want to try, you know?
[no..... he glances through the window,]
Shall I boost you up?
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Funny. [ there's a dash of curiosity with that though, wondering what rang could pull off. thinking maybe it's better not to tempt fate by asking. he glances at the window though and seems to squint in thought. ]
The way I see it, we have two options. Or, three, I guess. We can either crawl through the window as-is. We break it further to get more space. Oooor I can try teleporting us in. I think.
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[why is jonas so funny, rang like these are sensible suggestions but unfortunately he is intrigued by the last one even though it doesn't have the full vote of confidence.
he ends up holding an arm out because he assumes that jonas will need contact for this,]
I better not end up slamming into the wall.
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Okay first of all, if you slam into a wall I'm also slamming into a wall. And second of all I've been practicing so the chances of that happening are...way less.
[ but judging by the amused, mischievous vibes he's just fooling around. and without warning, he's peering through the window to focus on a point inside the house that he can see before the two of them disappear in a faint whirl of white smoke before reappearing inside the lower floor of the creepy house. ]
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wow... so this is teleportation.... jonas losing out on the chance of somehow making rang eat shit like he deserves but ig that can still happen. he looks around with interest, even at the house's incredibly creepy surroundings, then back at jonas,]
I've never seen Buzen pull that off. You really have been practicing.
[he'd be proud if he was a dad type. instead, his emotions are pleased. like the idea of jonas leveling up might mean great things in a future where jonas has to murder/murdered. rang can't ever be normal,]
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After the first couple of times where it didn't turn out the way I wanted, I started trying to use it more often. [ so sure. practice. rang can never be normal and he doesn't have to know that this is actually jonas's line of thought, too. ]
What's Buzen even using his for then?
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for what, exactly? he's not sure, but he hopes it'll be interesting. rang peers at a large ornate mirror, cracked in several places, and watches the multiples of jonas in its reflection.]
To run around. He's the type who likes to go fast on his own.
[sweet buzen... truly the team's golden retriever.]
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Considering the first time I met him he was jumping onto the train tracks? That surprises me absolutely none. [ wild. ] But who am I to stop him from focusing on what he wants to focus on?