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Post by Izuku Garcia on Nov 17, 2016 18:29:02 GMT 1
Deciding to go back up to the ninth floor, Izuku looked upon the kitchen. He always enjoyed being in the kitchen. In fact, in the old days he often went into the kitchen to help out with the homeless. ...Those people... He supposed that they were in need because of that. They had to be. However, even Izuku knew that the people who were in need could simply be trying to manipulate the plans and the ideals of many. His distrust in people shone through after all. He always felt the need to help, yes, but it felt more like a curse than an actual talent.
He scowled as he started to think about the other person who decided to go here when everyone woke up. The guy called "Oppenheimer." He was choked to death and than resuscitated by Katsu just awhile back. And then, against any sane reasoning, he apologized to him. Why did he do that? Was...was his kindness?
Izuku growled.
People who claim to have kindness in their hearts were, in fact, insane and disgusting individuals that were truly heinous in the end. It is what he believed. However, he still helped them.
Why?
Why would a man be so forgiving for something that wasn't even his own fault? There was no way to help others.
There would just be too much people constantly asking. Whining.
No one.
No one.
No one.
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Post by Abraham Oppenheimer on Nov 17, 2016 21:17:56 GMT 1
After checking the eighth floor for Izuku, Oppenheimer decided to check on the ninth floor. He's been incredibly bothered still by the VR simulation of Izuku murdering him and went to see if Izuku had forgiven him for wronging him. He had to make sure, for Ahuva's and Allah's sake, that he makes it out of here alive. Eventually, he found Izuku in the kitchen and knocked on the door.
"I beg your pardon Herr Garcia. I would like to talk to you, if that's alright with you."
He took a few steps into the room and stood on the opposite end of the table Izuku was sitting at.
"I just was curious if you forgiven me for anything I might have done. I know how illogical it sounds, but I believe that the simulation were recreations of past events. It just felt the same. The dying I mean. It was too real to just be faked, at least in my opinion. Allah only knows how, minus the mastermind."
He stopped for a second and looked away in sorrow. The events of both of his murder has done a number on his psyche, not to mention the murdered corpses he has seen throughout the building. On top of that, his death was soon to be upon him if nobody killed. His life was worth more than the fifteen others if one were to ask Ahuva. Ahuva would clobber him if he ever died on her. He wouldn't want to harm Ahuva in any way.
"So please. Let's make a fresh start. Let me show you that I meant no harm in anything that I said or did that offended you in any way."
He extended his hand.
"My name is Oppenheimer. I am the Ultimate Instrumental Artist, though you worked for your talent while mine just happened upon me. I hope that we can at least become friendly acquaintances during our stay within the factory."
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Post by Izuku Garcia on Nov 22, 2016 23:18:39 GMT 1
'Oh god, not this guy again...' Izuku thought to himself as he looked at Oppenheimer. He said some strange stuff and claimed some weird thing. Plus, he was...religious. Izuku's eyes started to darken and slant while looking at him.
Izuku himself... He wasn't religious. Granted, he believed that there was a big man in the sky, but in all likelihood, that big man in the sky does nothing. Absolutely nothing. Why else would he be in this area? In this building... Hell, the simple idea that he was going to Hope's Peak was frustrating and so annoying.
...Regardless, his grandmother was religious and faithful. And he didn't want to upset her. So, he still went to church if she wanted to do so.
...He should see her again.
Regardless, he listened
Izuku stood up as he looked at Oppenheimer, his eyes still piercing straight into the other's eyes. He was not one for handshakes or being friendly.
"No. I am not going to be acquaintances with you and neither am I going to be-" Suddenly, his tone shifted into a mocking friendly one, along with his posture, which had became a cute magical girl-esque one.
"BFFS fivevah!" Izuku's eyes still was piercing at Oppenheimer as he returned back to his more neutral position, "More importantly, I did not work for my talent. I was cursed with this talent. The constant want and need to help people. I didn't want it, but for some goddamn reason, I have it. Heh, it was almost like I was cursed by some stupid god."
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Post by Abraham Oppenheimer on Nov 23, 2016 0:06:19 GMT 1
Oppenheimer took a cautionary step back, as he believed that Izuku could very well kill him at any moment and undo the work that Katsu put into Oppenheimer to keep him alive. He decided that it was best to find common ground with him as soon as possible in order to make the hacker's work all for naught.
"You say that you were, in a way, given this talent by Allah or some other form of higher being you worship. Well, I believe that we are similar in that regard."
He sat down in a chair opposite of Izuku.
"My talent is the ability to play any musical instrument I desire with perfection regardless of my experience with it. This was not something I was taught or learned from books as everyone else here has. It was from a head injury. They call it Sudden Savant Syndrome. I was running up the stairs because I was running behind on meeting Ahuva for a date. I remember it well because it was a rainy day with thunderstorm, like if Allah himself tried to alert me of his presence and signify major change in my life. The thunder knocked out the electricity, so the elevator was not in order. Instead, I had to run up the stairs. I did not want to disappoint Ahuva with my lateness, so I practically sprinted those steps, splashing puddles along the way with pink roses in my hand. The wristwatch I had on as a gift for my one year stay at my convenience store job started to beep a pitch twice to alert me that the hour had started. I realized then that I was late and started to lose my composure at the disappoint I would bring to her. And, well, I think you can figure out the next sequence of events. I woke up on the staircase with the sun shining through the gaps of the steps, almost as if it was Allah's way of saying I was enlightened. For only twelve and a half hours of my consciousness, I was granted the power of musical beauty. My bad luck held a silver lining."
He leaned forward and folded his hands on the desk in such a way that it gave off an aura of a trusting nature to people.
"If you are so cursed as you so put it, then allow me to take full advantage of that. Help me understand why you believe your generosity is a curse. Help me understand you and the values you stand on. Help me understand why helping someone is not cause for celebration, but rather of a shameful aspect of your personality."
He didn't like to force people to reveal their nature, but he felt that Izuku needed that push to be persuaded otherwise.
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Post by Izuku Garcia on Nov 24, 2016 21:04:03 GMT 1
Izuku listened to the story with a scowl as he kept his glare at Oppenheimer. Just looking at that idealistic simpleton pissed Izuku off to the point where he would have liked to kill him, his speech even more so. However, he wanted to control him at the moment. However, he paused when he learned that he got his talent...from a head injury. He chuckled...and then laughed out loud.
"You... You got your talent because you got a headache? That's... That's so pathetic!" Izuku spat out, "Wow, just... Just wow. I didn't think that one would get a talent just from that." Izuku rose a hand while he grinned at the man.
"You're funny Abe and just for that, I'll tell you why I think that my talent is a curse. It's because of people. People constantly asking for help, thinking to themselves that they can even get the help over and over again. However, here's the problem... The world is rotten. Look around... And just tell me that the world isn't broken and rotten! But hey, don't listen to me... Listen to your almost choked neck."
Izuku crossed his arms, "Still though, you're an amusing person. Because I told you why I don't like my talent and I like you, how about you owe me one favor. Just one. Do that and we're set." Izuku saw Oppenheimer as a dumb guy...but maybe, just maybe, he might be an interesting person to converse with.
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Post by Abraham Oppenheimer on Nov 24, 2016 22:34:43 GMT 1
Pessimism. That was what Izuku's beliefs rested on. The idea that Allah created everything so that it can mess with one person throughout life. Oppenheimer can understand why someone would take such a negative viewpoint, but cannot fathom why someone cannot see the highlights in their lives. No one's life is ultimately terrible. You just have to know where to look.
"I'm sorry, but can you not call me Abe? Ahuva made me promise that she is the only one who gets to call me that. You had no way of knowing and I'm sorry I didn't get to tell you that sooner."
Ahuva... If only Oppenheimer could be with her again...
"I know that this place is a poor location to convince you otherwise, so I won't bother you with an obviously slanted argument. I will, however, grant you any favors you wish so long as they are reasonable. If we are truly friends, then I will help. It's what friends do. After all, I don't want you to kill me when you have so much to live for."
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Post by Izuku Garcia on Nov 26, 2016 5:39:41 GMT 1
Izuku rolled his eyes. He was tempted to keep calling him. Actually, better idea. He'll purposefully mess his name up until Oppenheimer relents or dies. Plus, it would amuse him very much so. He grinned and gave Oppenheimer a wink.
"No problem Heisenberger," Izuku grinned to himself as he placed his hand on Oppenehimer's shoulder, "Anyways...for my favor? Well..." Izuku started to think to himself. Just what kind of favor could he ask of this kind and polite man. ...A polite man that Izuku could easily use. After all, what Izuku was seeing was not a person, but a tool that Izuku could possibly use. It was going to be needed anyways...
"Well, if you ever get in trouble, just think about me. I'll help you with...whatever happens and I will give you enough help so that way you can see your friend or something," Izuku started to nod to himself, "Yes, yes, that will work. That will definitely work." He revealed a hand to the instrumentalist.
"Basically, all I need from you is the basic need to rely on me. After all..." He gave Oppenheimer an amicable smile, "Helping is my talent. And if you must, my name is Izuku Garcia. Just call me Izuku though."
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Post by Abraham Oppenheimer on Dec 3, 2016 23:08:32 GMT 1
"It's Oppenheimer, not..."
Unfortunately, he was cut off. The aura that came off of Izuku was, off. He couldn't place his finger on it. But something was definitely working in Izuku's head and Oppenheimer was a bit hesitant to find out what.
"Right, Izuku. I'm sorry if I'm misunderstanding, but you seem a little vague. I can rely on you if I ever need it, but it seems that you mean something else. And by friend, if you mean Ahuva, then she's actually my girlfriend. I don't understand how I will be able to see her. The only way we can possibly get out for the time being is to..."
Oppenheimer's eyes widened open. He just stared at Izuku for a time and immediately jumped up out of his seat.
"Iz...Izuku. You don't mean..."
Oppenheimer stammered as he looked at Izuku.
"Allahu Akbar. Please tell me you don't expect me to require your assistance if I ever did that. Please tell me that I am wrongfully misjudging everything you are saying."
His hands started to quiver uncontrollably.
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Post by Izuku Garcia on Dec 4, 2016 3:31:32 GMT 1
Izuku crossed his arms as he looked toward Oppenheimer with a smirk. He slowly walked toward the man and watched his hands quiver, he seemed paranoid. Frightened. Oppenheimer seemed to be a highly interesting person. But hey, it should be interesting.
"It's completely up to you my good man," Izuku finally said. He watched the man opposite of him feel fright, he watched his terror. He was one of the people in this factory that were capable and probably useful to Izuku in the near future. Helpful as well. Probably he should have gotten the talent that was cursed upon him instead. He had a servant's heart, Izuku...still had it, but... It got annoying. It started to make his viewpoint darken. Regardless, all Izuku did was place a hand on him and give the man another smirk.
"Completely up to you."
His statement finished, Izuku took a step back and looked over to him. He gave the Instrumental Artist a rather amicable smile.
"Oh! I should probably mention!" His smile was still present when he said...something rather chilling.
"Accidents do happen."
The Helper walked away as he started to speak a mantra to himself.
"And yet, they don't mean anything. Unknown to death nor known to life."
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