[Kurokami Gen]

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Miseria Cantare

Love, your hate Your faith lost

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written for Samaritan

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The buzzer had already sounded off. The Locker Room pep talks and debriefs were a thing of the past. Gen was now stepping into the ruined, sunken city at the heart of the Unforeseen Simulation Joint. His hood barely managed to catch the buckets-full of rainwater that poured from the sprinklers.[break][break]

In front of him were what he could only presume to be dozens of paid actors, making due by taking part in this charade. They hid in each nook and cranny of these ruins, crying, pissing their pants, and some staying deadly quiet to try to dock as many points as possible. An embarrassing display for what should be a group of trained grown ass men. [break][break]

And why did all of this have to happen? Because Kurokami Gen had just so happened to set off an explosive charge relatively close to a few students during a public exercise. The bomb may have injured a few of them, but how could we know if that was intentional? Some might say that the maniacal laughter that followed, the villainous taunting, and the near-suicidal attempt to throw a particular student off a cliff could point to this all being intentional, but details schmetails. There was a really annoying meeting afterward and the school’s dumbass nurse decided this was the best way to solve things. They sure loved dialing things up to eleven around here. Making mountains out of molehills is how this school operates. What a pain in the ass. He then thought about how much money his theatrics had cost the school, and that was all he needed to brighten his mood and take a step forward-
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And then, a chain went taught, stopping him in his tracks. He looked back, and his mood soured once again.[break][break]

“Right, you’re still here.”[break][break]

With a look of pure disdain, the human antithesis of likeability stared his so-called partner down, and by extension, the thing holding them together. A sturdy pair of handcuffs. Gen could remember that woman’s monotone voice back at the entrance, specifically for the most important part of this exercise. One tailor-made to make him lose his mind.
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“There’s a sensor inside your bindings, it will detect any attempt at taking them off. If it goes off, your partner will instantly fail.”[break][break]

This, of course, pissed Gen off to no end. There was nothing he wanted more in the world than to be able to slip out of these fucking things and mock that asshole for daring to believe in him. He wanted to make a mockery of this whole thing, but was impotent to see it realized. The worst part was, if he was who he said he was, it would’ve been so easy to do it, too.[break][break]

And speaking of his partner…[break][break]

[attr="class","curragebot"] Radiate, recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame.

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[Samaritan]

Michael Faraday

Stuck With You

Michael quickly began assessing the scenario. The sound of the buzzer would still be echoing through the sunken city if it wasn't for the people simulating panic, screaming and calling for help. Water still poured down from above to help set the scene of the disaster zone. Michael and Gen had been briefed namely on the mission parameters and the condition of their attachment for the exercise. They were bound together by less than 2 meters of metal wire connected to their handcuffs. One on Michael's right wrist and the other on Gen's left wrist.

The exercise itself would not be particularly easy, especially if Gen was as obstinate as he was during the meeting they had with Dr. Yanai Hebiru or, worse, as antagonistic as he was during the Armor Wars event. Michael just wanted to help Gen overcome their more villainous tendencies and not get expelled, but his linked accomplice seemed particularly stubborn and abrasive. Michael hoped that physically depending on Michael's cooperation, Gen would put aside his difficult demeanor and help to succeed at the task at hand.

There was a light tug on the cuff as Gen had already begun to wander slightly until the binds went taut to keep him near Michael. Michael knew that he could just deflate his arm and slip loose of the shackles, but firstly that wasn't the point of the exercise and secondly it was directly against the rules. If he freed himself it would only cause trouble for Gen as it would fail him immediately. Michael would have to endure for his sake. Michael didn't bring it up as he looked to Gen (more looked towards him as Michael's balloon head made it difficult to tell where he was actually looking).

"We need to start clearing the lower levels first before the water rises too high or the buildings collapse any further." Michael stated so they could work together towards the same goal. "Let's go."

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TLDR: Michael says they need to start clearing out the lower levels.