[ Junpei almost didn't make it...mostly because he almost missed the trolley and its stupidly tight schedule. But after making a mad dash, he got there just in the nick of time. Phew. Safe! And he even has time to catch his breath before it rolls up to the diner, allowing him to look cool and casual as he steps off -- energy drink in hand, hat on backwards and everything. ]
Dude, I am so fucking ready.
[ He polishes off the last of his can, tossing it into the trash bin nearby before a hand comes forward to clap against Scott's and draw him in for that standard bro hug. And then he draws back with a grin. Despite looking tired as hell, the smile manages to reach his eyes. ]
Thanks for coming out, though. Seriously. I'd probably just spend the rest of the time moping between missions if I didn't have a pal like you to have my back.
[ What a dumb and sappy thing to say, and Junpei looks off toward the door, suitably embarrassed by it. It's entirely new territory...this being open and honest with his friends thing. ]
[Bro hug!! Wow, is it embarrassing to admit that he's kind of new to this kind of thing? He'll just keep it to himself, just for his pride, no one needs to know that!! Though he can't hide the surprise that flickers across his face when Junpei becomes that just more honest and real with him. Maybe a little mushy, but he understands-- the need of wanting a friend after all the shit that's been happening.
He's just surprised to be that person of comfort. Has he ever been viewed that way before? It's always been him needing that help and support from others, but it's nice being on the other end of it for once.
So he smiles before lifting one shoulder, trying to play it off and hopefully make Junpei feel more comfortable about everything.]
It's cool man, besides, as I've mentioned, I'm pretty hungry. This is benefitting me.
[ Kyaaaa. Scott is so cool and nonchalant. But Junpei appreciates it -- the way Scott looks the other way and doesn't make fun of him for all of this. He's far too used to being the butt of people's jokes that it's pretty refreshing to not be for once. ]
Alright, then let's feast, my dude!
[ Junpei leads the way into the diner. As expected, it's a ghost town which gives them choice pick of their seats. Naturally that means Junpei goes for a corner booth. All the cool guys who meet at restaurants to conduct their cool guy business pick a corner booth!! He settles in and picks up the menu, glancing over the offerings even though he already knows what they're getting. ]
So! Our team. We're gonna have to come up with a cool name, yanno. We could just be The Rebels, but...I think we can do one better. Something original. But also something totally badass! Like.....The Etrayan Eagles!
[ He mulls over the name for a moment. ]
That sounds a little more like a baseball team, though. Doesn't really fit our vibe. Maybe....
[ Thinking, thinking, thinking. ]
The Mischieviants. We're misfits. We're mischievous. We're deviants!
[It really is dead in here, but Scott doesn't mind at all. It's better that way, less distractions, and maybe Junpei will continue to feel comfortable about all this when it's just the two of them hanging out. No worry about people judging or whatever shit, although the only other 'people' in this place are Etrayans and... okay, there's probably a few assholes that would chime in on stuff. On the whole though? Probably not.
Still, better this way.
He easily slides into the booth with him and Scott casually opens the menu, though he really doesn't pay much attention to the items offered. It's just more of that feeling normal thing, even if things are crap for them.]
A team name?
[It's not a bad idea... having an official name for their little group of teenage fighters. Or whatever. Scott leans back against his seat, actually putting some thought into what they could call themselves.]
Has to roll off the tongue, man. But something memorable too. Easy to say.
[And there's no hiding his snort hearing Junpei's suggestion.] And something that's cool, not giving the impression that we're just a group of misfits. And I guess we have to decide what we want our team to be, mostly just fighting together as a group?
[ Ouch. Critical hit. Junpei dramatically places a hand against his chest when Scott punches the point of it needing to be something cool. Thoroughly and completely rejecting Mischieviants. But Junpei's back to smiling only a moment later. ]
Fighting's cool and all, but I don't want a team that's full on assault and no defense. It's great to be a fantastic slugger, but the real MVPs can play in the field, too!
[ He lowers his menu with a slight sigh. ]
Truth is, we don't know what this place is gonna throw at us next. So we need a crew that can have each others back no matter what. Whether that's on the field or just as friends. Maybe we can make a group chat or something where we can check in on each other during missions if we get separated? Or go one step further and have our own walkies. Just in case the network goes down.
[ Junpei looks at Scott, tilting his head curiously. ]
You run any of this by Maelle yet?
[ Or is this just a team of two so far? Two Very Cool Dudes, of course. But still....that's less of a team and more of a partnership. ]
[He turns just a little more serious as they move away from the easygoing topic of naming their group. It's a big thing, it feels like, setting a definition and goal and purpose for what they want to do. It's not just playing around, not when they've been brought to this place to save the multiverse and whatever. They're sent on actual missions with real people getting hurt and worse. Even if they can't always be together on missions, it's best to still have this group too... if just to check in on each other.
Junpei reaching out to him in the middle of the night isn't something he's going to forget in the future.]
We can see if someone can make us walkies, or maybe a place here would have usable ones. But you're right, Junpei, it's not just about fighting but checking in on each other, whether it's before, during, or after each mission.
[Scott has the mutants and Maelle has her friends from the Expedition, but he wonders if Junpei has any group like that...? It's a thought that buries into his mind.]
I haven't run this by Maelle yet, but I think she'd be cool to join. But if we're both in and we both have someone in mind, that at least makes 4 of us.
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Dude, I am so fucking ready.
[ He polishes off the last of his can, tossing it into the trash bin nearby before a hand comes forward to clap against Scott's and draw him in for that standard bro hug. And then he draws back with a grin. Despite looking tired as hell, the smile manages to reach his eyes. ]
Thanks for coming out, though. Seriously. I'd probably just spend the rest of the time moping between missions if I didn't have a pal like you to have my back.
[ What a dumb and sappy thing to say, and Junpei looks off toward the door, suitably embarrassed by it. It's entirely new territory...this being open and honest with his friends thing. ]
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He's just surprised to be that person of comfort. Has he ever been viewed that way before? It's always been him needing that help and support from others, but it's nice being on the other end of it for once.
So he smiles before lifting one shoulder, trying to play it off and hopefully make Junpei feel more comfortable about everything.]
It's cool man, besides, as I've mentioned, I'm pretty hungry. This is benefitting me.
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Alright, then let's feast, my dude!
[ Junpei leads the way into the diner. As expected, it's a ghost town which gives them choice pick of their seats. Naturally that means Junpei goes for a corner booth. All the cool guys who meet at restaurants to conduct their cool guy business pick a corner booth!! He settles in and picks up the menu, glancing over the offerings even though he already knows what they're getting. ]
So! Our team. We're gonna have to come up with a cool name, yanno. We could just be The Rebels, but...I think we can do one better. Something original. But also something totally badass! Like.....The Etrayan Eagles!
[ He mulls over the name for a moment. ]
That sounds a little more like a baseball team, though. Doesn't really fit our vibe. Maybe....
[ Thinking, thinking, thinking. ]
The Mischieviants. We're misfits. We're mischievous. We're deviants!
[ Please come up with something better, bro. ]
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Still, better this way.
He easily slides into the booth with him and Scott casually opens the menu, though he really doesn't pay much attention to the items offered. It's just more of that feeling normal thing, even if things are crap for them.]
A team name?
[It's not a bad idea... having an official name for their little group of teenage fighters. Or whatever. Scott leans back against his seat, actually putting some thought into what they could call themselves.]
Has to roll off the tongue, man. But something memorable too. Easy to say.
[And there's no hiding his snort hearing Junpei's suggestion.] And something that's cool, not giving the impression that we're just a group of misfits. And I guess we have to decide what we want our team to be, mostly just fighting together as a group?
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Fighting's cool and all, but I don't want a team that's full on assault and no defense. It's great to be a fantastic slugger, but the real MVPs can play in the field, too!
[ He lowers his menu with a slight sigh. ]
Truth is, we don't know what this place is gonna throw at us next. So we need a crew that can have each others back no matter what. Whether that's on the field or just as friends. Maybe we can make a group chat or something where we can check in on each other during missions if we get separated? Or go one step further and have our own walkies. Just in case the network goes down.
[ Junpei looks at Scott, tilting his head curiously. ]
You run any of this by Maelle yet?
[ Or is this just a team of two so far? Two Very Cool Dudes, of course. But still....that's less of a team and more of a partnership. ]
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Junpei reaching out to him in the middle of the night isn't something he's going to forget in the future.]
We can see if someone can make us walkies, or maybe a place here would have usable ones. But you're right, Junpei, it's not just about fighting but checking in on each other, whether it's before, during, or after each mission.
[Scott has the mutants and Maelle has her friends from the Expedition, but he wonders if Junpei has any group like that...? It's a thought that buries into his mind.]
I haven't run this by Maelle yet, but I think she'd be cool to join. But if we're both in and we both have someone in mind, that at least makes 4 of us.