[Kazuya didn't bother escaping the train when it came to a halt - he really wasn't in any rush to go anywhere, and he was far too lazy to really put any effort into kicking the window out (he might have to pay a fine, ew). But boredom crept in quickly, and so eventually people would find him sprawled across multiple chairs, his white cape twisted around him, and occasionally letting out loud, aggravated groans of boredom, kicking a chair, flopping around...
...making a general, loud, annoyance of himself]
c;
[Kazuya was not going to be beaten by a ghost. He wasn't even afraid of the damn thing, unless his fear of the walls weeping blood and him inevitably cleaning it up counted. One didn't crawl to the top of the demonic foodchain without develop some sort of tolerance for rude hauntings, and this time was no exception - except the repeated banging, lights flickering, and his furniture getting hauled across the room was reeeeeeeeeally beginning to wear thin]
Can't believe they gave me a haunted room. Who does that?
[Kazuya was muttering to himself as he prowled his living room at two in the morning, clutching a broom he had dug out of the cupboard. Alas, sic'ing his demon servants on the ghost would probably end up in collateral damage, and he wasn't in the mood to play clean up this early in the game]
Hell. They're gonna go to Hell. I'll smite them when- HEY!
[He caught his sofa moving, and he brandished his broom threateningly, making more noise than the actual poltergeist at this point. The sofa very quickly stilled its shuffling]
I saw that! Stop touching my goddamn sofa! Just shoo! Go away!
[Was his mad flailing with the broom working? Probably not, but bashing the poor thing against his furniture and knocking the ceiling was making him feel productive and better about the whole horrible situation. Sorry, Kazuya's neighbours...]
Kazuya Minegishi | Devil Survivor: Overclocked
[Kazuya didn't bother escaping the train when it came to a halt - he really wasn't in any rush to go anywhere, and he was far too lazy to really put any effort into kicking the window out (he might have to pay a fine, ew). But boredom crept in quickly, and so eventually people would find him sprawled across multiple chairs, his white cape twisted around him, and occasionally letting out loud, aggravated groans of boredom, kicking a chair, flopping around...
...making a general, loud, annoyance of himself]
c;
[Kazuya was not going to be beaten by a ghost. He wasn't even afraid of the damn thing, unless his fear of the walls weeping blood and him inevitably cleaning it up counted. One didn't crawl to the top of the demonic foodchain without develop some sort of tolerance for rude hauntings, and this time was no exception - except the repeated banging, lights flickering, and his furniture getting hauled across the room was reeeeeeeeeally beginning to wear thin]
Can't believe they gave me a haunted room. Who does that?
[Kazuya was muttering to himself as he prowled his living room at two in the morning, clutching a broom he had dug out of the cupboard. Alas, sic'ing his demon servants on the ghost would probably end up in collateral damage, and he wasn't in the mood to play clean up this early in the game]
Hell. They're gonna go to Hell. I'll smite them when- HEY!
[He caught his sofa moving, and he brandished his broom threateningly, making more noise than the actual poltergeist at this point. The sofa very quickly stilled its shuffling]
I saw that! Stop touching my goddamn sofa! Just shoo! Go away!
[Was his mad flailing with the broom working? Probably not, but bashing the poor thing against his furniture and knocking the ceiling was making him feel productive and better about the whole horrible situation. Sorry, Kazuya's neighbours...]