Post by BlacKitten on Jun 12, 2015 11:37:29 GMT -5
While the whole point of telling her this was for some feedback, the response he got back came as a bit unexpected. It was also pretty laughable. Here, before him, there was a girl who had been taken as a hostage twice in one day, and now she volunteered to be his personal captive. Perhaps she was slowly developing Stockholm syndrome from all of this, but her presence may be useful. On the other hand, it doubled the risk because now there were two possible candidates to screw things up instead of one.
Well… not quite what I had in mind, but this might work… I think…
“Huh?” His eyes widened when Tsubaki wanted him to promise her to take care of the list of people she had in mind, people that he never even heard of. “Uh…,” mouth slightly open, unable to speak out at the unreasonable demand here. “Herpes, Ze-what…, and… who? I have no idea who those people are. I don’t even know what they look like, and to be frank, all of the marine soldiers look the same to me.” This was assuming they were soldiers to begin with; it was just an assumption on his part because of the mention of their careers. With hundreds of people wearing the same uniform, how do they even distinguish them individually? Personally, his answer was that there was no need for individuality among those soldiers. When playing a game of chess, does the player bother keeping track which pawn is which? Pawns were pawns; they all looked the same with the same meager capabilities.
This was slightly infuriating that she wanted him to handle saving even more lives. Did she think he was some superhero? He couldn’t even guarantee his own sister’s life, and now he had to promise to save the lives of some group of strangers? After obeying the senseless favor from Rebecca, all of these stupid demands and expectations for him were becoming more and more ridiculous. “You and your buddies are part of an organization of justice, right? You guys are supposed to save lives! So why the heck are you people becoming damsels in distress, expecting a civilian like myself to rescue them?” Under what logic made him obligated to save them?
Grr… don’t make this more complicated than it already is!
He clenched his fists out of frustration, “Okay! Fine! Fine! I’ll deal with your silly little friends, but under one condition: I’m prioritizing my sister’s life first!” After a long sigh, the boy wandered hurriedly around the room, searching for any items that would be of use. This building had to belong to somebody; there had to be supplies around. Functional fixedness limited one’s ability to judge the worth of objects; he must keep in mind that even the most useless looking piece of garbage might become a lifesaver.
“AH! THIS!” he held up a teabag, “WILL BE USEFUL!” Then, his eyes darted towards his personal captive, “this is pomegranate tea! I’m not saying this because I’m thirsty. What’s important is the color when this teabag gets exposed to water such as… the rain! First we keep this dry and hide it beneath those baggy clothes of yours. Then, under the scenario that I must harm you to earn their trust, we can fake the blood staining your clothes.”
Continuing his scavenger hunt for items, the next important item was thick, coiled-up, ropes. “Naturally, you need to appear like an actual defenseless captive. Now…, if the pirates are really stupid, we can use a special knot where you easily free yourself with a strong tug, so you would only appear like a tied up person.”
There was only one thing left in his mind. The secret tool that the pirates themselves had used: knockout gas. With the group of criminals taken out, they were free to take whatever belongings from their possession, and knockout gas may be a crucial item depending on the situation. What they used appeared to be like a homemade smoke bomb with the ingredients rigged to release an expansive cloud of gas. Due to their small size, the portability would come in handy; they can easily hide it somewhere in their pockets or sleeves if shove comes to push.