tornheart | OPEN

Who: Asher Gutermuth (Gladion) and YOU!
When: Any time in the week or so after the app appears
Where: Places Asher usually hangs out
What: Catch-all for AU CR stuff. Different prompt options inside.

A. Classroom, Lower Cycle Third Year

Class has just ended, and after everything that's happened recently, he's curious to check in on that bizarre chatroom. He pulls out his phone, a bit careful to set it so most other people shouldn't be able to see the screen, since he found out about that whole "really seriously private" thing after talking to the one person on the chat.

It doesn't seem to be any good, though, no matter how he holds the thing. There's too many people around and it just won't open. After a possibly weird looking few seconds of him trying different things, he gives up and drops the phone on his desk.

"Ugh, really?"

B. A School Courtyard

[At this point, he's trying to get his mind off of that weird app. Besides, whatever's going on, he still has homework to do, and since he doesn't have anything better to be doing at the moment, he may as well work on that. Time to plop himself down on a bench and pull out whatever that book is that he's supposed to be reading for his English class.]

C. Martial Arts Dojo

He shows up to his usual class, and goes about doing whatever exercises he's given as usual. And at first he seems just as laid back about it all as usual, but somewhere in the middle he remembers talking with someone on the chat about how being able to defend himself might be more relevant now than it has been. This class, he might be a little more invested in practicing that punch just a few more times.

D. His neighborhood

[Asher is out in his front yard, and so is a cat. It's not one he recognises, and he can't help wondering where it belongs. There's a bunch of strays around his neighborhood, so it could be one of them, but it seems pretty friendly for that. In any case, since the cat pretty happily came over to him, he kneels down in the yard to pet it.]

I don't have any food for you, though...

E. Wildcard

Anything else I haven't covered here, go for it.

[ooc: I wrote this with established AU CR in mind, but feel free to come at him with anyone. It's just as good for him meeting someone for the first time. I'm also good with writing in whatever format so I'll match how people respond.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He considered switching it up, but it looks like his point is getting across. "Sixteen plus sixteen." That'll probably be the last, because it's getting hard to suppress the grin that's threatening to break out on his face.

If he'd switched it up, it really would have just thrown Asher off, so he's grateful that the answers are pretty obvious. And they did do their job, since he's thinking more about how nice it is that the questions are easy than about his exact motions. "Thirty-two."

"Good." He lowers his guard, noting that he's going to have to put ice on his arm briefly. Asher's got a decent amount of strength, and he's not exactly the type to have his students hold back. "Once you stop thinking about it, it comes easier. The trick is to practice until you can just do it. What I just did is one of the ways I was taught to do it, starting out."

He offers Asher a small smile - not something he does often while 'on the job'.

It earns him a smile in return, and a nod. "Thanks. It helped." At least he's been around her long enough that he's not worrying at all about Gen's arm. That's something he used to do when he was new, but the instructors have long since made it very clear that's it's totally fine to punch them. That said, now that he's a little more solid on what he's trying to do right now, he'll be content to go back to working with a punching bag.

Gen watches him for a few moments, before moving onto the next student. Still, once he's made his rounds and the class starts nearing the end, he makes his way back towards Asher. He doesn't say anything, not yet. ... Not until some others have cleared out.

He steps closer to the boy, lowering his voice a bit. "... Something on your mind?" He knows Asher has good potential. He just wants to make sure that there's nothing else going on that he might be able to help with.

The question catches him by surprise; he hadn't realised his being on edge was visible. Under other circumstances, maybe he would be willing to answer. Right now, though, the situation on his mind is one that seems utterly crazy, and he has a strange a feeling he shouldn't talk about it even if he wanted to.

He shakes his head. "Nothing really. I guess I'm just a little worried about the news." That much he can say, and it's true enough. He'll just leave out the part where he's been given reason to think he might be a target.

He sighs, and smiles a little bit. "Just stay in during curfew, and you'll be fine." Probably. He hopes. He's not sure what he'll do if one of the students turns up dead, but that's a thought he really doesn't want to go anywhere near right now.

He nods. "Yeah, you're right." It's not like he has any plans to go out in the middle of the night, anyway, especially not with that app being creepy. He's probably worrying over nothing.

"... If you're really worried, I can give you my phone number. If there's an issue, you can call or text me and I can come help." Sure, he'd be outside after curfew... but it'd be for a good cause.

Whoever made that app did things with it that Asher can't even begin to imagine how to program, so if that's related to the murders then he can't help wondering how much good it would do even if he had backup, and he wouldn't want to put Gen in danger even if he's really sure the other could protect himself easily under normal circumstances. It's only the thought that having Gen's number wouldn't be a bad thing in general that means he replies with a hesitant nod.

"I guess. Thanks."

"Here." He holds his phone out to Asher. "Put your number in and I'll text you." ... He knows he really shouldn't do this, since it's probably against the rules somehow, but it's not like he's planning on just hanging out and shittalking other students. This is for emergencies.

It's not like they haven't spent time together outside of class at times, anyway, what with Ciro being a good friend of Asher's. It's just never been enough for him to bother getting Gen's number before. He takes the phone and puts his number into it, then hands it back. "There."

He's never needed to get Asher's number, anyway - the dojo has a front desk worker who calls in case of cancellations. He probably could ask Ciro, if he ever wanted it, but now he doesn't have to. He shoots off a quick text to Asher, and then nods. "... You'll be all right. You've got enough common sense." Not enough for everything, but he's still young.

"I know." He hopes that's right, anyway. "It's just hard not to be creeped out by everything going on." It's a true enough statement, with or without the phone craziness, really.

OPEN

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject