[(Who knows, truly.....but the answer is no. Don't put him in an actual bowling alley. Either he makes a strike and embeds the bowling ball in the back of the alley, or he pulls back and ends up with those awkwardly wide spares to pick up instead. It's a struggle. Zombies are easier.)
Shizuo manages to hold onto the mall map for quite a long time--longer than he'd hold onto most of the improvised bludgeons he usually gets, really, but he knows collateral damage should probably be kept to a minimum, and resisting the occasional urge to throw the map is a must. The infected might be hungry and driven, but in the end they're just normal human people all the same...and normal people just don't have the strength to really match him. It's possible Shizuo has yet to be infected just because his immune system is as ridiculous as the rest of him by now, but it helps that he never actually lets any infected get close enough for long enough to land a bite either--a firm punch to the face usually remedies that, and now the map does too, where it's needed.
There's a lot of infected to deal with, that being said...but Shizuo's in no rush, and harbors no particular concern for his own situation. He'll give this however long it takes for Riza to guide the kid out of the area, and in the meantime it's actually pretty cathartic to be able to hit a few things, put off the temper simmering close under the surface a little longer with some placating violence. Pathetic, that it still takes violence--but he can't be picky either, right now...and his magitek's pinging, oh. He takes a look at the message between swings of his map.]
Right.
[Short, sweet, and to the point--but he's sure Riza would understand, since his hands are a bit full when he sends the text. They aren't for long, though...and a few minutes after Riza has sent off her message, she'd find Shizuo stepping into view of the temporary shelter at length, not much worse for wear but...without the mall map, now. There's also an unlit cigarette in his mouth. He waves.]
Hey. Things should be quiet for a bit now...how's the kid? Find his parents or whatever?
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Shizuo manages to hold onto the mall map for quite a long time--longer than he'd hold onto most of the improvised bludgeons he usually gets, really, but he knows collateral damage should probably be kept to a minimum, and resisting the occasional urge to throw the map is a must. The infected might be hungry and driven, but in the end they're just normal human people all the same...and normal people just don't have the strength to really match him. It's possible Shizuo has yet to be infected just because his immune system is as ridiculous as the rest of him by now, but it helps that he never actually lets any infected get close enough for long enough to land a bite either--a firm punch to the face usually remedies that, and now the map does too, where it's needed.
There's a lot of infected to deal with, that being said...but Shizuo's in no rush, and harbors no particular concern for his own situation. He'll give this however long it takes for Riza to guide the kid out of the area, and in the meantime it's actually pretty cathartic to be able to hit a few things, put off the temper simmering close under the surface a little longer with some placating violence. Pathetic, that it still takes violence--but he can't be picky either, right now...and his magitek's pinging, oh. He takes a look at the message between swings of his map.]
Right.
[Short, sweet, and to the point--but he's sure Riza would understand, since his hands are a bit full when he sends the text. They aren't for long, though...and a few minutes after Riza has sent off her message, she'd find Shizuo stepping into view of the temporary shelter at length, not much worse for wear but...without the mall map, now. There's also an unlit cigarette in his mouth. He waves.]
Hey. Things should be quiet for a bit now...how's the kid? Find his parents or whatever?