[ No, let's just live and let live. And agree that they both need to be hauled in by the fashion police. To be fair, Kaneki would probably look less ridiculous with claws on his back, filling those voids neatly instead of Hulking out of a normal shirt... The shirt would look normal, anyway. Thank you for not having claws on your back, there's only so much a man can handle in a day and Sigma's about fourteen miles past it already. ]
[ And if only for the sake of venting, he might be inclined to share that particular story someday. When they're a little less strapped for time. As Kaneki goes on, Sigma tugs the bag around his shoulder and rummages, quickly locating the secondary gun in question—ah. An injection gun indeed. ]
They really think of everything, huh?
[ Significantly less enthused than a magic healing gun should make him. Are we absolutely positive Kurashiki isn't somewhere in upper management??? ]
Yeah, I'll do my best not to whip them out for paper cuts and butterflies. [ Unless there are any kind of poisonous-fanged three-foot space Amazon butterflies floating around... One cn never be too careful. And as for the cuff, ] I'll keep it in mind if it starts keeping me up at night. It's already way better than my old one.
[Excuse you, Sigma? Before he got drug into the whole ghoul business, Kaneki's sense of fashion was... well, he wasn't cool (Hide reminded him of that often enough; "why're you always buttoned up in those shirts and sweaters, Kaneki-kun, wear something different for once, jeez!!"), but at least he mostly blended in with a crowd. Maybe a little too much; he'd tended to kind of blend in with the scenery, for the most part. The fact that he had a questionable outfit (which honestly made it easier to fight in) and he'd had questionable judgment in asking Tsukiyama of all people to make it for him (okay, I can't justify that decision) was totally separate from that.
Sigma, on the other hand, apparently normally wore blue coveralls with pin-up girls and all sorts of other weird symbols on them? Who is the worst fashion offender here.
But yeah. Sigma, you'll learn soon enough about the whole ghoul thing, probably. Then it'd get fun.]
I have a feeling that they've had plenty of time and sent plenty of crews on missions like this to get it down to a science.
[Isn't that a reassuring thought?
Kaneki gives him a glance.] You'd be surprised how nasty the butterflies around here can get. [Had someone told him about the jekhe? Kaneki would. Akame had filled him in on how awful they were.] If it's keeping you alive rather than potentially killing you, yes, sounds like it.
[As for the keeping him up, well... there was plenty to keep a CDC recruit up at night.]
Anyone given you the briefing on your team and what that means yet?
[ You're not helping your case here, Kaneki. At least Sigma had been writing a paper at ass o'clock on Christmas morning after getting dumped by his girlfriend instead of partying hard. You could argue these are his Stopped Giving a Fuck clothes. (Why he's still wearing them in April is anyone's guess, but he probably didn't have much of a chance to amass another wardrobe considering, you know, the end of the world.) ]
[ At least let him discover and come to terms with his robot limbs again before you start sprouting new ones. ]
[ And he's... going to take that butterfly comment as a joke for the sake of his sanity, but he'll keep a note in the back of his mind. Anyway, back to the cuff. More specifically, the blue interface on his. ]
Vaguely. [ He pulls a face. ] We're supposed to be coordinating a search and rescue of some sort, but I mean—I just got here. I don't know where we are, where they could've gone, who took them—I don't know anyone! Is there someone I should be reporting to? How about Ghost?
[Kaneki would much prefer staying up all night to write a paper over most of all the shit he'd had to deal with for the last few months. But it was really difficult to stay in university when you were suddenly thrust into the middle of a complicated plot involving humans, ghouls, and everything in-between. It didn't really compare with the end of the world, I guess, but it was still pretty trying to get through all the same.
It's too bad that Kaneki is being completely serious about the butterflies. He'd had to deal with a centipede-fish beast the size of Tokyo Tower, which was terrible in its own regard, and then there'd been the kraken... Honestly, this entire planet was a blasted hellscape full of horrid monsters.]
Yes, I thought it was strange they brought in new people to this situation. We'll get you caught up, though. Some people are already searching for where they might've been taken, tracking them by their cuffs. Once we know, we'll move out.
[He wonders if having any of the new guys pester Ghost would be the best idea. Dagger would most likely berate them.] The instructors usually have a lot to deal with, let alone hundreds of recruits. Keep an eye out for senior recruits from your own team. I'd give you some guidance, but unfortunately... [Kaneki taps the red interface of his own cuff.
Something occurs to him.] Can you defend yourself?
[ Yeah. Were he remotely familiar with ghouls, he'd probably write a dissertation on no sleep before dealing with any of that shit, except the whole sudden-savior-of-the-human-race thing that came after that fateful yet unrelated paper could probably make eating his own arms appealing for a fraction of a second. Except oh god, no, he would have to eat other people's arms, he could never manage that. Anyway, it isn't a contest. Both of their lives and wardrobes are pretty shite. ]
[ And let him cross those bridges when he gets to them... Ignorance is bliss... ]
Maybe we're good cannon fodder. We'll distract them while you all take care of business.
[ He shrugs emphatically. With the way they'd just dumped them out hundreds of feet above the planet's surface like so many toy soldiers, he wouldn't put it past them. Why go through all the trouble of recruiting then? Just scoop them up and go. Shaking his head free of the notion, Sigma glances back down at Kaneki's red cuff. ]
Maybe 'instructor' isn't the best term, then. [ Eyebrows up again. ] But alright, good deal.
[ At the sudden query, he blinks for a moment. He's got a good bit of height and muscle on this guy and could probably take a few his size in a bar fight, but he gets the feeling that isn't the kind of self defense Kaneki's getting at. ]
[Should he ever become more acquainted with Sigma's particular brand of "sudden-savior-of-the-human-race" thing, Kaneki might just... leave him to that. Despite all he'd gone through (and was continuously having to go through) on account of the ghoul thing, hey, at least it was all just personally his problem. Sometimes wrapping up in the problems of those closest to him. But he certainly didn't have the future of the human (or ghoul, or half-ghoul) race on his shoulders.
Good luck with that, Sigma.
Kaneki wishes he could disagree with what he suggests, but... knowing the CDC, that was a very likely possibility. Throw-away troops meant to help buffer out those that they had lost so they could bolster their numbers. There wasn't enough time in the rovers for all these extra recruits... he has to wonder what happens after they finish the mission.]
Even if that's true, we're not using anyone as bait. We can't afford any more casualties.
[Even if they were troops that were just kinda delivered to their door with no warning.
A bit of a laugh at that. True...] They're a bit... hands-off, it's true. But listening to them is important.
[Helps keep one alive and in good health.
Yeah, it is a bit funny, Kaneki (not even 5'6", scrawny-looking, pretty pale, etc.) asking Sigma "shit brick house" Klim if he could work his way around an angry Neraki if that happened, but... You couldn't always judge a book by its cover, in both of their situations.]
If you can point and shoot a gun, you'll probably be fine. Just stick with other recruits. [Says the guy with... conspicuously no gun. Well.] You'll have time to learn more later.
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[ No, let's just live and let live. And agree that they both need to be hauled in by the fashion police. To be fair, Kaneki would probably look less ridiculous with claws on his back, filling those voids neatly instead of Hulking out of a normal shirt... The shirt would look normal, anyway. Thank you for not having claws on your back, there's only so much a man can handle in a day and Sigma's about fourteen miles past it already. ]
[ And if only for the sake of venting, he might be inclined to share that particular story someday. When they're a little less strapped for time. As Kaneki goes on, Sigma tugs the bag around his shoulder and rummages, quickly locating the secondary gun in question—ah. An injection gun indeed. ]
They really think of everything, huh?
[ Significantly less enthused than a magic healing gun should make him. Are we absolutely positive Kurashiki isn't somewhere in upper management??? ]
Yeah, I'll do my best not to whip them out for paper cuts and butterflies. [ Unless there are any kind of poisonous-fanged three-foot space Amazon butterflies floating around... One cn never be too careful. And as for the cuff, ] I'll keep it in mind if it starts keeping me up at night. It's already way better than my old one.
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Sigma, on the other hand, apparently normally wore blue coveralls with pin-up girls and all sorts of other weird symbols on them? Who is the worst fashion offender here.
But yeah. Sigma, you'll learn soon enough about the whole ghoul thing, probably. Then it'd get fun.]
I have a feeling that they've had plenty of time and sent plenty of crews on missions like this to get it down to a science.
[Isn't that a reassuring thought?
Kaneki gives him a glance.] You'd be surprised how nasty the butterflies around here can get. [Had someone told him about the jekhe? Kaneki would. Akame had filled him in on how awful they were.] If it's keeping you alive rather than potentially killing you, yes, sounds like it.
[As for the keeping him up, well... there was plenty to keep a CDC recruit up at night.]
Anyone given you the briefing on your team and what that means yet?
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[ At least let him discover and come to terms with his robot limbs again before you start sprouting new ones. ]
[ And he's... going to take that butterfly comment as a joke for the sake of his sanity, but he'll keep a note in the back of his mind. Anyway, back to the cuff. More specifically, the blue interface on his. ]
Vaguely. [ He pulls a face. ] We're supposed to be coordinating a search and rescue of some sort, but I mean—I just got here. I don't know where we are, where they could've gone, who took them—I don't know anyone! Is there someone I should be reporting to? How about Ghost?
[ "Instructor" sounded... promising, right... ]
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It's too bad that Kaneki is being completely serious about the butterflies. He'd had to deal with a centipede-fish beast the size of Tokyo Tower, which was terrible in its own regard, and then there'd been the kraken... Honestly, this entire planet was a blasted hellscape full of horrid monsters.]
Yes, I thought it was strange they brought in new people to this situation. We'll get you caught up, though. Some people are already searching for where they might've been taken, tracking them by their cuffs. Once we know, we'll move out.
[He wonders if having any of the new guys pester Ghost would be the best idea. Dagger would most likely berate them.] The instructors usually have a lot to deal with, let alone hundreds of recruits. Keep an eye out for senior recruits from your own team. I'd give you some guidance, but unfortunately... [Kaneki taps the red interface of his own cuff.
Something occurs to him.] Can you defend yourself?
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[ And let him cross those bridges when he gets to them... Ignorance is bliss... ]
Maybe we're good cannon fodder. We'll distract them while you all take care of business.
[ He shrugs emphatically. With the way they'd just dumped them out hundreds of feet above the planet's surface like so many toy soldiers, he wouldn't put it past them. Why go through all the trouble of recruiting then? Just scoop them up and go. Shaking his head free of the notion, Sigma glances back down at Kaneki's red cuff. ]
Maybe 'instructor' isn't the best term, then. [ Eyebrows up again. ] But alright, good deal.
[ At the sudden query, he blinks for a moment. He's got a good bit of height and muscle on this guy and could probably take a few his size in a bar fight, but he gets the feeling that isn't the kind of self defense Kaneki's getting at. ]
Not... professionally.
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Good luck with that, Sigma.
Kaneki wishes he could disagree with what he suggests, but... knowing the CDC, that was a very likely possibility. Throw-away troops meant to help buffer out those that they had lost so they could bolster their numbers. There wasn't enough time in the rovers for all these extra recruits... he has to wonder what happens after they finish the mission.]
Even if that's true, we're not using anyone as bait. We can't afford any more casualties.
[Even if they were troops that were just kinda delivered to their door with no warning.
A bit of a laugh at that. True...] They're a bit... hands-off, it's true. But listening to them is important.
[Helps keep one alive and in good health.
Yeah, it is a bit funny, Kaneki (not even 5'6", scrawny-looking, pretty pale, etc.) asking Sigma "shit brick house" Klim if he could work his way around an angry Neraki if that happened, but... You couldn't always judge a book by its cover, in both of their situations.]
If you can point and shoot a gun, you'll probably be fine. Just stick with other recruits. [Says the guy with... conspicuously no gun. Well.] You'll have time to learn more later.
[Hopefully...]