What was once incontrovertible, boisterous, down right menacing soon became engulfed by the group's endless chattering - dissolving gracefully into a distant harmless memory. Even while Shimada's shot began to shallow out Blackwell's eardrums and dilated eyes remained painfully widened. Stretched to their limits in anxious accommodation unprepared for such a ballsy display of what previously appeared as shear stupidity spawned from savage spontaneity. A fate common enough to allow safe passage for a previously sync unsophisticated mind now undoubtedly shattered, itching to take refuge.
No longer comfortably in tune with the meticulously constructed idea of his reality, nor in control of maintaining order throughout the haggard confines of his mind thoroughly set ablaze, Dash struggles to his feet. Careful and cautiously he avoids the urge of lining any one person up for an accusing glare. His wild astounded eyes hastily scan the ground for the whereabouts of Tomoe's dislodged molten round only to find themselves acquainted by its shattered remnants strewn haphazardly about the room in almost a blink of an eye. Judging from the healthy amount of fine lustrous slivers coupled by the frightening lack of distance between the hard head from which she discharged, he assured himself the condition of the gun if found was comparably unsettling.
A more alarming epiphany suddenly rose, evolved, matured, grew wings and flew from Blackwell for yet another psyche altering episode for if the strange black suit hadn't disposed of the bullet with such unprecedented proficiency another improvised death would have weight heavily upon his delicate conscious. Yes... as difficult and impossible as it seemed death had noticed him that night and chose to cast its nefarious smile upon him. This time clarity hit its mark with unparalleled accuracy though his mind try as it might yearned to continue, create and cultivate a myriad of scenarios fueled by already strained defense mechanisms. Despite itself, defeated and humbled it soon betrayed him disallowing the refusal of Shimada's wisdom being force fed into his brain.
The woman's actions though reckless were genuine, selfless, almost genius.
The results were terrifying, unexpected, absolute and irrefutable.
Whoever or whatever designed those highly advanced space age garments couldn't have been of this world and under closer scrutiny from the confines of his corner after giving into the gravity of the situation he himself had a hand in crafting... made him feel completely powerless. While this melting pot of oddly dressed strangers didn't have all the answers he wanted to hear, they may have had actual experience surviving every strange unexplained malicious order of an enigmatic life giving sphere who had somehow now enslaved him as well. For the first time since his arrival every look he gave these battle hardened veterans of this live action science fiction horror freak show revealed humbled curiosity and earnest respect. Previous moments of his now infamous unapologetic style of arrogant resolve were finally put to rest, unfounded and ignorant.
Embarrassed, vulnerable, feeling exposed as the loudest sole moron among them, and barely holding on swallowed up by the unaccommodating maelstrom of assorted emotions clawing their way to the surface, Blackwell struggles to apologize to the object of his misplaced aggression. Nervously clearing his throat after deciding against approaching her due to her slightly distorted facial expression in response to Keiko's swift invasion of the personal space Tomoe seems to hold dear, he instead speaks to her in a sympathetic and remorseful tone to signify his defeat:
"...I, uh... just wanted to let you know I won't be bothering you with any more questions or ridiculous accusations. It's one thing having to share the face of the only dark cloud hovering over your shoulders in life, but trying to extend that same misfortune to someone else is pretty fucked up, huh? I mean... I could have gotten yourself fucking KILLED egging you on into pulling a stunt like that... and for what? Trying to kick a little knowledge to a self centered loud mouthed moron like me? You don't even KNOW me. You don't know ANY of us. You could have just said nothing and let us go on about our fucking business. I mean... that little punk gave up REAL quick but you... didn't. You didn't owe me a damn thing yet you stepped up, gambled with YOUR LIFE and did what you had to just to benefit the rest of us out of the loop.
Tch, I bet you didn't even fucking know that suit DID that... did you? You were nervous as fuck before you pulled that trigger which in my eyes makes you more of a real man than I am. What I'm trying to say is that... I'm... really sorry. I still don't... understand what the hell is going on but that suit couldn't have been man made and those weren't blanks you shot. That much is painfully obvious. What just happened... shouldn't have happened. I just... don't know how much more of this shit I can take. What's real, what's fake, what to make of any of this or any of you. I just... know what you did right there was much more than what I've grown accustomed to my whole life. And that I guess... deserves my respect."
Drawing in a deepening breath as a sudden wave of depression starts to creep in while weighing out his dwindling options of surviving this night, he continues on while scanning the room:
"...I'm not going to be a problem to anyone. You won't have to worry about me sticking my nose where it doesn't belong. Not after that... not anymore. I... just want to go home."
Unconcerned with waiting for a response he reaches for his iPod turning it on soon after his thumb, index and middle finger brush against its base. After lodging the headphones deep into his ear canals he sits back down, crossing his legs indian style while strumming the scroll pad in search of an album and artist capable of helping him drown the ever present anxiety prevalent in his thoughts and remarks in good music.
In order to 'acknowledge' the 'irony' I would have to learn two new words today.
...And I'm not going to do that.