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nexus_crossings2016-04-17 04:16 pm
makeachoice) wrote in nexus_crossings2016-04-17 04:16 pm
nerd alert
Since when was there an arcade in the Nexus? Has it always been there, or has Chris been simply ignorant of the video game haven's existence? The latter would be a shame seeing as how he's been suffering from video game withdrawals since his arrival. No matter at this moment, though. He can debate the when and how later. For now, or rather, for the past few hours, Chris has been indulging himself. As soon as his eyes fell on the large sign that proudly stated 'ARCADE', all of his other responsibilities of the day were pushed aside and forgotten.
Anyone who steps in will see him hunched over a game halfway down the middle aisle. The screen illuminates his face with a shade of blue, and the concentration he holds is evident in his expression. He almost appears to be in a trance in the way that his unblinking eyes trace across the screen. Occasionally, he'll lift a hand to prop up his glasses that have slid down the bridge of his nose. Aside from that, his fingers are busy with tapping buttons and wiggling the joystick. Finally, if the spectator hasn't grown tired of watching him, the game plays a fanfare, and Chris is straightening himself and beaming. "Hell yeah!"
Oh, right, the outside world exists, and he apparently has an audience. No matter who is hovering nearby, Chris will greet them with a smile and a raised brow before issuing a challenge. "Think you can beat my high score?"
Anyone who steps in will see him hunched over a game halfway down the middle aisle. The screen illuminates his face with a shade of blue, and the concentration he holds is evident in his expression. He almost appears to be in a trance in the way that his unblinking eyes trace across the screen. Occasionally, he'll lift a hand to prop up his glasses that have slid down the bridge of his nose. Aside from that, his fingers are busy with tapping buttons and wiggling the joystick. Finally, if the spectator hasn't grown tired of watching him, the game plays a fanfare, and Chris is straightening himself and beaming. "Hell yeah!"
Oh, right, the outside world exists, and he apparently has an audience. No matter who is hovering nearby, Chris will greet them with a smile and a raised brow before issuing a challenge. "Think you can beat my high score?"
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The explanation is quick and simple enough. There are four main buttons, two for kicking and two for punching. And then, of course, there's the joystick for moving.
"Basically, all you have to do is hit your opponent more than they hit you." Or hit them with just a few strong combos. Chris will get to that if the other wants to play more after getting a feel for the game. "Also, blocking is your best friend. Don't forget that."
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Character selection isn't important to Katsuya and he leaves the cursor where it defaults to on the headbanded fighter. He systematically goes through the buttons Chris has taught him, trying to determine which combinations of buttons will provide various attacks.
He isn't the best at this, having never touched the machine before, and the timer runs out before he finishes his first fight.
"Oh..u..uhm. Oops."
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"Hey, don't worry! You didn't even die. That's awesome," he offers with a supportive tone.
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Ouch, yeah. That's a past tense usage there. He's nothing if not tenacious though, and the next round will go in his favor. It's only the first round--so it's kind of difficult to lose too badly.
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"I'm kinda surprised. I mean, you're pretty good."
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Being a police officer is part of that, but so is his personality really. Games are fun and fun isn't responsible obligations to ones family.
"Who do you prefer to play?"