[That dream was telling. It was terrifying in all sorts of ways, yet there was something soothing about seeing an old friend and professor again. One who Kogami is likely dragging down to his level. However, it’s a state of emergency now, isn’t it? Sacrifices must be made.
He’s after the Hyper-Oats.
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New day. New week. The adrenaline is gone after the trial and Kogami is just tired. Withdrawals are a bitch, but he’s managing better this time. Last time after a trial a new area opened, so here’s to hoping maybe it happened again. And it did.
The first place he goes to is the dojo. He gets excited at first, but the lack of a punching bag kind of gets to him. Or anything that could be a practice dummy. Right, this place isn’t as advanced as his time where there’s robots he can beat the shit out of for practice. Though he does look at the self defense pads. Perhaps he could harass someone good at sewing and making things to make something sturdy they could put these in and act as one? He’s probably not the only person who needs a punching bag.
Next is the shooting range, which has Kogami just standing in silence. Those who know him probably can tell there’s something on his mind. He isn’t fearful, but it’s clear this room is helping him recall not a happy time. He’ll look at the bullets and find the ones that look like they’d belong in a dual barrel hunting rifle, studying them with the same expression as he did when he was looking around the room. It doesn’t give him a good feeling at all. Not at all.
In the evening, he’ll be found in the kitchen making himself some hamburgers and brewing tea. His coughing is starting up now and he’s trying to be better to take care of himself. Trying.]
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He’s after the Hyper-Oats.
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New day. New week. The adrenaline is gone after the trial and Kogami is just tired. Withdrawals are a bitch, but he’s managing better this time. Last time after a trial a new area opened, so here’s to hoping maybe it happened again. And it did.
The first place he goes to is the dojo. He gets excited at first, but the lack of a punching bag kind of gets to him. Or anything that could be a practice dummy. Right, this place isn’t as advanced as his time where there’s robots he can beat the shit out of for practice. Though he does look at the self defense pads. Perhaps he could harass someone good at sewing and making things to make something sturdy they could put these in and act as one? He’s probably not the only person who needs a punching bag.
Next is the shooting range, which has Kogami just standing in silence. Those who know him probably can tell there’s something on his mind. He isn’t fearful, but it’s clear this room is helping him recall not a happy time. He’ll look at the bullets and find the ones that look like they’d belong in a dual barrel hunting rifle, studying them with the same expression as he did when he was looking around the room. It doesn’t give him a good feeling at all. Not at all.
In the evening, he’ll be found in the kitchen making himself some hamburgers and brewing tea. His coughing is starting up now and he’s trying to be better to take care of himself. Trying.]