[God, any reasonable person would have stranger danger alarms blaring in their head at this. Accelerator is aware of the increased potential danger here, but he's also finding this guy's very relaxed demanour more and more bewildering. Is he getting under his skin? Maybe a little, that happens sometimes. He's grateful he's learned how to be more patient after that first fight with that Level 0, because that makes it easier to appraise the situation and decide if he wants to a) follow him, b) leave or c) punch him out.]
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[There's a long period of silence in which Accelerator stares hard, practically burning a hole in the guy's back. Still completely casual, acting like it's not a big fucking deal to turn his back on someone who could kill him just by touching him. He clicks his tongue and there's another noise - the feet of his crutch hitting the ground as he starts following.
Information gathering is something he also places a lot of importance on. You don't wind up being named after particle accelerators if it isn't in your nature to learn and understand the universe, even when the universe happens to be some cocky asshole with no sense of self-preservation. He can't deny it's an irritating quality to have sometimes, though.
The building is run down, abandoned, and the interior of it is dark and musty. It's enough that Accelerator keeps his reflection up as they make their way through it to the stairwell solely to reflect any particles in the air that could make him cough, though as they head up the stairs to the roof he uses his free hand to fiddle a bit with his choker, checking on his time. This is more time than he expected to spend in esper mode tonight and thirty minutes total isn't a lot, but he should still be alright for now.
Once they reach the rooftop he spares a moment to look around - it at least looks stable, so that's good - before glancing back over expectantly. The sounds of the fighting continuing on below cause his scowl to remain plastered all over his face.]
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[There's a long period of silence in which Accelerator stares hard, practically burning a hole in the guy's back. Still completely casual, acting like it's not a big fucking deal to turn his back on someone who could kill him just by touching him. He clicks his tongue and there's another noise - the feet of his crutch hitting the ground as he starts following.
Information gathering is something he also places a lot of importance on. You don't wind up being named after particle accelerators if it isn't in your nature to learn and understand the universe, even when the universe happens to be some cocky asshole with no sense of self-preservation. He can't deny it's an irritating quality to have sometimes, though.
The building is run down, abandoned, and the interior of it is dark and musty. It's enough that Accelerator keeps his reflection up as they make their way through it to the stairwell solely to reflect any particles in the air that could make him cough, though as they head up the stairs to the roof he uses his free hand to fiddle a bit with his choker, checking on his time. This is more time than he expected to spend in esper mode tonight and thirty minutes total isn't a lot, but he should still be alright for now.
Once they reach the rooftop he spares a moment to look around - it at least looks stable, so that's good - before glancing back over expectantly. The sounds of the fighting continuing on below cause his scowl to remain plastered all over his face.]
What the hell did you want to talk about?