[It'd be really, really easy to kick this asshole off the building.
That thought crosses Accelerator's mind as he hangs back at the stairwell entrance for a few moments, and he has to shake it off. They're up here to talk, not for whatever violence is lurking around in the back of his head, so he heads on over towards the edge of the roof.
Hitting a switch on his crutch, the cane portion of it retracts into the arm cuff. Standing on his own two feet isn't an issue with his ability going - he can run the calculations to reinforce his leg muscles no problem - so there's no point in keeping his crutch out. After dropping down on the parapet, he removes the entire thing from his right forearm and sets it on the ground. It's a lot more comfortable not having that thing attached to him, and he absently rubs his arm as he glances over, looking this guy - Yamato Endo - up and down with a critical eye.
The tattoos are what stick out the most, particularly the infinity symbol due to its placement and his own knowledge of its meaning of potential infinity in mathematical history. Numerous formulas that utilize it pop into his head all at once, as well as formulas that use the notation for actual infinity. Not that he's the type to have opinions on tattoos, but he thinks that one is in good taste.
The next thing that sticks out to him is that Endo's a lot bigger than him. Not really a big deal, he's had to deal with people like that before. Komaba was a fucking tank of a person and a lot smarter than he looked, so that's something to keep in mind. The final thing he notices are his clothes, that the brand is a high end one. That gets filed away in the back of his mind, though he doubts it'll be useful information.
His own introduction comes bluntly.]
Accelerator.
[That's it. No first or last name, just a strange English word despite him being Japanese. The way he's reciting it though, it may as well be a real name and not something like a nickname or other kind of moniker. As far as he's concerned it may as well be the former and not the latter.]
no subject
That thought crosses Accelerator's mind as he hangs back at the stairwell entrance for a few moments, and he has to shake it off. They're up here to talk, not for whatever violence is lurking around in the back of his head, so he heads on over towards the edge of the roof.
Hitting a switch on his crutch, the cane portion of it retracts into the arm cuff. Standing on his own two feet isn't an issue with his ability going - he can run the calculations to reinforce his leg muscles no problem - so there's no point in keeping his crutch out. After dropping down on the parapet, he removes the entire thing from his right forearm and sets it on the ground. It's a lot more comfortable not having that thing attached to him, and he absently rubs his arm as he glances over, looking this guy - Yamato Endo - up and down with a critical eye.
The tattoos are what stick out the most, particularly the infinity symbol due to its placement and his own knowledge of its meaning of potential infinity in mathematical history. Numerous formulas that utilize it pop into his head all at once, as well as formulas that use the notation for actual infinity. Not that he's the type to have opinions on tattoos, but he thinks that one is in good taste.
The next thing that sticks out to him is that Endo's a lot bigger than him. Not really a big deal, he's had to deal with people like that before. Komaba was a fucking tank of a person and a lot smarter than he looked, so that's something to keep in mind. The final thing he notices are his clothes, that the brand is a high end one. That gets filed away in the back of his mind, though he doubts it'll be useful information.
His own introduction comes bluntly.]
Accelerator.
[That's it. No first or last name, just a strange English word despite him being Japanese. The way he's reciting it though, it may as well be a real name and not something like a nickname or other kind of moniker. As far as he's concerned it may as well be the former and not the latter.]