- Of course, it was plainly obvious that Akio was not okay. He had a very sever incapability of lying, even when he really needed to. On multiple occasions, it had gotten him in trouble with one person or another. Most times, he avoided lying as a result, but recently he felt more comfortable omitting the truth. It was much easier to not talk about it to anyone, allowing the feelings to simmer within him. It wasn’t that he had anything against the man, it was more that he just… Couldn’t open up just yet. He had spent much too long being closed off, not talking to anyone, and not allowing anyone to let him get everything off his chest. Besides, he had a strong feeling that if he opened up and spoke about everything that happened, he would be doing a lot more than just talking. And that wasn’t something he really wanted to do, especially not in front of someone who he had just barely gotten onto speaking terms with. The man no doubt thought he was pretty cool for fighting alongside the man like he did, and Akio didn’t really want to ruin that and make the man think he was a pathetic mess of a human. Which, to be completely fair, he was. But that was beside the point.
And at least the Asian man did let him know that he was tired. More than tired, exhausted. After all, whose body could go from being a sedentary engineer to a warrior in two years and be able to handle the stress? He couldn’t handle being the tank of the group, not again. For the next mission, whether that would be, he hoped that he would be a support member, or at least someone who could run into the battle do damage and run out. Or at least not have this accursed headache that was now pounding against the side of his head. Damn it, just his luck. It couldn’t have waited another half hour, could it? Damn it. Who knew that the repercussions of brain trauma could last for so long?
Akio nodded and listened to what Dal had to say. He knew the other man was right, it was just going to have to take some time to be able to take on whatever he needed to, but damn. Still, Akio couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle. “I think this is the most you’ve ever said to me at one time.” the idea amused the man, thinking about how the man who never really spoke just uttered not one, not two, but FIVE sentences. “Five sentences. I’m impressed.” He couldn’t not make fun of the other man for it, though he wasn’t doing it to make him angry, or to do anything mean like that. Truth be told, he was redirecting the conversation back to Dal. He hated speaking of himself. It always made for a depressing topic. Even if the man was right, and the topic was actually fairly tame, he didn’t want to continue down that same pathway. All he needed was time and he’d do really well in a long arduous battle.
But here and now, Akio was exhausted and in pain. The headache was only getting worse, and he knew he was in for some horrible issues in the next, perhaps, five minutes. The headache had expanded to encompass most of his frontal lobe, and stabbed at his right temple like a jackhammer. Soon, he knew, it was going to become unbearable. He figured that as soon as he stepped into the portal it was only going to get worse, probably escalate into a migraine, and he was going to have to take a couple hours just to sit around and do nothing in hopes that it was going to go away. Pain killer and an energy drink… He could only hope that would help this time around.
It didn’t take too long to reach the portal back to the floating city that was Gondora, and as such there wasn’t much more conversation to be had after Akio said what he did. Still, when he reached the site where he only had to step onto a plate to go home again, he found himself hesitating. He stared for a moment, thinking about the mission and what teleporting back would do to him. He knew he was going to suffer immensely from it, and thus his body refused to do what it knew would cause him pain. But on the other hand, he actually quite liked being out in the open air for the time being. It felt nice. The air was cold and refreshing, and above all else it was completely clean. Despite the pollen being so close to them, he knew he could breath with little issue, and that he had very little people out here to judge him based off of what he would be doing. It was nice, actually. And besides this, he felt like there was a friendship building between him and Dal’Mori. It wasn’t much, a small string connecting the two men that was fragile enough to break if pulled hard enough, but it was still there. And something in him made him feel somewhat wary of stepping through the portal.
Almost like back at Gondora that little string could snap at any moment.
But Akio couldn’t stay here in the fields forever. Not like he wanted to, anyway. There was no WiFi connection. So, after a brief moment's hesitation, Akio stepped through the portal, back to his new home out in the middle of the ocean. And just like he figured, it was possibly the worst experience he could have felt at that moment.
Going through a portal as it was was probably the worst thing for one’s body to go through, but amplified by the already violent migraine that gripped at Akio’s head made him want to vomit. It sent the room spinning, and the pain that already coursed through his temples to explode, causing him to wince and almost curse out loud. This whole experience was bad, and suddenly he wanted nothing to do with anything. Walking forward, Akio braced himself against the wall and simply breathed for a moment, attempting to will the pain away. But he knew it wasn’t ever going to work like that. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he should wait for Dal’Mori to walk through the portal. It wasn’t as if they were friends, and the mission was very much completed at this point. Thus… He didn’t really have to, right??
But it didn’t take very long for the other man to walk through the portal himself. Now, Akio had to figure out what there was left to do with himself and the rest of his day.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 163
Health: 1500/1500
Control Limit: 736
Skill: 116 [128]
Strength: 110 [---]
Defence: 100 [---]
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Acupuncturist - Level 6 - Your blows hit pressure points, causing the foe to move slower and be less proficient with their attacks. When you deal damage, the foe suffers a -12 to their Strength stat for the rest of the fight
Shards of Myself
