Board the Battle Subway?

[subwaybossingo]

[There seems to be a man just hanging around the campus. A black cap is placed precisely on his head and his matching dark coat occasionally flutters in the wind. His posture is stiff and his gaze is direct and slightly intimidating. Every so often, he pulls out a pocket watch from his coat, checks the time, and returns to his statue-like stance.

What will you do?

>TALK
>PKMN
>ITEM
>RUN]

Comments

[subwaybossingo]

[Wow, really? This guy was kinda weird, even by Ingo's standards.]

And yet one's surroundings, the inanimate parts of nature, cannot express feelings about being stared at. Whereas people can. For example: I would appreciate it if you didn't stare so blatantly. If you wish to know more about me, it would be intuitive to ask questions. Such a thing is called a "conversation."

[will_be_god]

I have no wish to concern myself with your matters. I simply mirrored your own actions as an experiment, and I believe it has been successful.

[subwaybossingo]

An experiment?

[Like a hands-on type of people watching? Was this guy some kind of psychologist or something? He didn't seem the type.]

And might I ask what sort of experiment you were conducting? As a participant, willing or otherwise, I believe I deserve at least some information.

[will_be_god]

One on human nature. We are often made uncomfortable when others mirror our own actions. And you have demonstrated that exactly.

[subwaybossingo]

[Did Ingo really look like that to other people? It was rather disconcerting. One of his many bad traits, it seemed.]

I see. Then, I am glad I could be of some assistance to you. I hope your experiment continues to go well.

[will_be_god]

[[And without any further word, Cyrus starts to walk off]]