1st Theory ○ [video//Action for NBT] [backdated to Sunday evening]

[esthetically]

[A red-spectacled young gentleman appears on the screen after a few seconds. He looks... slightly disturbed but more or less serious.]

I’m sorry to intrude, but I’ve actually got quite a few inquiries on this, uh... [World? Virtual Simulation?] ...this place. I’ve already given the trainer information packet a skim over, but I’m not surely meant to believe that we’re in some alternative world, am I?

First--and I do apologize if this question comes off as redundant or foolish--but I’d like to know how it is to return to where I need to be. Tomorrow is an important day for my teammate and myself, and we don’t have time to dawdle. I’d also prefer to do as little stalling as possible, as I would prefer if we headed back as soon as we're able.

[As Rei continues to talk, a young boy's voice can be heard off in the distance causing a whole lot of commotion. Eventually, a head of blond hair zooms past Rei toward the right, and then comes on back toward the left... and then the right. And then the left again. And then Nagisa ends up running circles behind Rei for a few seconds before there's a loud "Aha!" and he shouts out toward his occupied friend.]

Rei-chan! Rei-chan look, look what I caught! It's the biggest mouse I've ever seen! It's so chubby and fluffy! Look!

[With what appears to be a Dedenne in his arms, Nagisa speeds over to Rei and practically tackles right into him.

Just as the Dedenne decides that it really doesn't enjoy being treated so roughly and decides these weirdos need to be punished with a jolt of electricity.]

NAGIS-AAAHHH!!!

[At the shock, Rei's gear goes flying, and clunks on the ground. With that final scream, the gear shuts off momentarily.]

Comments

[video]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Like it's obvious] So you get to be the toughest magic animal motherfucker on the block.

That's if you give a shit for that stuff. Some people don't. Then you just do whatever the hell you want.

[video]

[esthetically]

Hm... Well, I figure I may as well try. I doubt I'm going to make a superbly magical... being of this fish I've been given, but... I will try to make sure its needs are met.

[video]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake offers some sage advice.]

Give it some cream puffs. They go fuckin' nuts for cream puffs.

[video]

[esthetically]

They do? Well, alright... Once I come across some, I will certainly purchase some.

[Not like, fish flakes or anything?]

[video]

[lieutenantantichrist]

Don't ask me what they're made of. I don't wanna know.

[He casts his eye over the guy's shoulder.]

What's that you were saying about a teammate before? You and that squawky dumbass on a baseball team?

[video]

[esthetically]

Squawky-- [He huffs a little.] He's actually quite smart when he applies himself, I'll have you know!

But no, he and I are on a swim team together.

[video]

[lieutenantantichrist]

A swim team? Christ, that explains him.

[Blake looks almost offended.]

If you aren't hitting a ball or punching somebody, it's not a sport.

[video]

[esthetically]

It is as much a sport as track is, and neither require hitting balls or physical assault!

[He frowns a bit more.] Neither of those sports are beautiful. There's a certain gift that swimmers have to accentuate their forms to be the most flattering, both in aesthetics and in prowess. Track as well. They're more refined, in any case.

[tl;dr: Rei's a big ol' prettyboy]

[video]

[lieutenantantichrist]

In track you throw shit, that counts too.

Beautiful? [Blake's eyebrows do the kind of stunts that would qualify for at least a bronze medal all on their own.] Sports aren't supposed to be beautiful. You're doing it to beat all the other bastards, not to look nice. Call me when there's a prize for being prettiest.