[He might've taken his leader's choice words to heart, despite the fact that they were placed under a moniker in a new comms device over the network: Check on those whom you've come to know and care about on this station- and when he does the 'uze by sending out some feelers via text, not receiving a reply is a good enough reason to check; just be DOUBLY sure that shit from his home world wasn't fucking around and complicating the already annoying levels of crap that are going on elsewhere.
To anyone near him when it happens, it would've looked absolutely ridiculous. He improvises a weapon from his chin up bar by detaching it down from the entrance to the bathroom in his room, and makes sure his Turf Gun is at the ready. The app activation is pretty much something he's used to, even the weird rippling effect as reality turns to cognition and back to a new subset of reality space. And Ryuji's here, in the Metaverse, decked out in his proper thief attire.
The public places are the better option to start with; rooms are an unknown for Ryuji when he thinks about it, because they're the dream chambers, which means that any number of feelings that are brewed there could be turned into a number of far worse things, just by merit of thinking them so. He looks around his own bedroom, and it's worth noticing that his and Ren's room looks and operates as a safe room, with waves of the real world trickling in and distorting even the distortions that make up the woven boundaries of the Metaverse. But it kind of makes sense - Ryuji and Ren both see their room as a secure environment, so the cognition around it makes sense.
And there are monsters, everywhere. The worst decision to make when entering this world is to go alone, but with the threat that there were multiple people in danger, it would only make sense to split up where they needed to. Ryuji could handle most of them just fine- they didn't seem like they were anywhere near as strong the ones they encountered when the Prison of Sloth ascended upward into Tokyo.
He's seen some Pretty Weird Shit in here before, but it's definitely new to encounter a shadow that doesn't even look like it's compiled itself correctly, and when he chances upon Dave, face to face with his own repressed feelings, or- back to back? They don't look like they're talking- he doesn't know what the deal is with this. He takes another step forward---]
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To anyone near him when it happens, it would've looked absolutely ridiculous. He improvises a weapon from his chin up bar by detaching it down from the entrance to the bathroom in his room, and makes sure his Turf Gun is at the ready. The app activation is pretty much something he's used to, even the weird rippling effect as reality turns to cognition and back to a new subset of reality space. And Ryuji's here, in the Metaverse, decked out in his proper thief attire.
The public places are the better option to start with; rooms are an unknown for Ryuji when he thinks about it, because they're the dream chambers, which means that any number of feelings that are brewed there could be turned into a number of far worse things, just by merit of thinking them so. He looks around his own bedroom, and it's worth noticing that his and Ren's room looks and operates as a safe room, with waves of the real world trickling in and distorting even the distortions that make up the woven boundaries of the Metaverse. But it kind of makes sense - Ryuji and Ren both see their room as a secure environment, so the cognition around it makes sense.
And there are monsters, everywhere. The worst decision to make when entering this world is to go alone, but with the threat that there were multiple people in danger, it would only make sense to split up where they needed to. Ryuji could handle most of them just fine- they didn't seem like they were anywhere near as strong the ones they encountered when the Prison of Sloth ascended upward into Tokyo.
He's seen some Pretty Weird Shit in here before, but it's definitely new to encounter a shadow that doesn't even look like it's compiled itself correctly, and when he chances upon Dave, face to face with his own repressed feelings, or- back to back? They don't look like they're talking- he doesn't know what the deal is with this. He takes another step forward---]
Dave? Er. Daves?
[This was a mistake.]