[Considering he was just about to be stabbed in the ass by a kid wielding a sword, his odds of survival get exponentially better when he's tossed into Dave's inventory management system. But from his perspective, one second ago, he was trying to throw off 4 of those Daves, and now... suddenly they're in an entirely different part of the station, and it takes him a second to realize what was going on, before lowering his arm, sunglasses in hand, and takes a quick look around the room. Wait, why is he seated?
He didn't even get to see Green Dave get pelted in the face with hilariously shaped, yet highly nutritious snacks.]
'Sup.
[Yeah, that's. About appropriate for a response to all of this. And he doesn't know if the shades have a natural tracking beacon on them, like they're this cursed item that will draw his shadow back here, and he doesn't want to really stay a whole lot longer to actually find that out.]
Dude, can I call this field trip the 'verse over?
[By instinct, and by virtue of the fact that he's in his thief's attire, he reaches down into his pocket to grab his cell phone before realizing that it's not... there, right, and looks to the watch on his hand.
He activates the app, as a soft, mechanical voice begins questioning.
Target?]
The real world.
[With Dave's close proximity to Ryuji, the app begins to activate as everything around them begins to ripple into wave like distortions. Looking too closely at these things has always made Ryuji a little motion sick, so he tries not to pay too much attention to it, but almost like a cloth being dragged over a dirty lens, everything is back to normal as the dull hues of the station return to their surroundings. Ryuji's mask is gone, and the entire costume he was wearing has returned to his normal threads. No Mo Rules, yo.
Everyone's in one piece. Check.
No structural damage. Check.
Shades, check.
Wait. Shit, he brought back the shades. He'll just hand them over to Dave as he gets his bearings straight.]
So... uh. That's what I was dealin' with for the last 8 months before gettin' dropkicked off the cosmic taxi that brought me here.
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He didn't even get to see Green Dave get pelted in the face with hilariously shaped, yet highly nutritious snacks.]
'Sup.
[Yeah, that's. About appropriate for a response to all of this. And he doesn't know if the shades have a natural tracking beacon on them, like they're this cursed item that will draw his shadow back here, and he doesn't want to really stay a whole lot longer to actually find that out.]
Dude, can I call this field trip the 'verse over?
[By instinct, and by virtue of the fact that he's in his thief's attire, he reaches down into his pocket to grab his cell phone before realizing that it's not... there, right, and looks to the watch on his hand.
He activates the app, as a soft, mechanical voice begins questioning.
Target?]
The real world.
[With Dave's close proximity to Ryuji, the app begins to activate as everything around them begins to ripple into wave like distortions. Looking too closely at these things has always made Ryuji a little motion sick, so he tries not to pay too much attention to it, but almost like a cloth being dragged over a dirty lens, everything is back to normal as the dull hues of the station return to their surroundings. Ryuji's mask is gone, and the entire costume he was wearing has returned to his normal threads. No Mo Rules, yo.
Everyone's in one piece. Check.
No structural damage. Check.
Shades, check.
Wait. Shit, he brought back the shades. He'll just hand them over to Dave as he gets his bearings straight.]
So... uh. That's what I was dealin' with for the last 8 months before gettin' dropkicked off the cosmic taxi that brought me here.