Scenario:Bowman - You Were Once Naive

You Were Once Naive

Ayer has trained himself to keep Bowman, a violent persona born from his own fighting instinct, restrained and locked away. However, Bowman is able to take control of Ayer's body as he sleeps, and enjoys a night on the town while reminiscing about simpler times.

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Bowman is a dedicated pugilist who met Ayer when he was still young, training him in the ways of fighting.

Through his influence, Ayer eventually runs from home, making a name for himself earning money in underground fighting rings.

During their time together, Bowman was an invaluable mentor—and rival—for the up-and-coming fighter. However, Ayer would soon uncover the truth about him.

The man known as Bowman doesn't exist. He is merely an imaginary persona born from Ayer's subconscious fighting instinct.

Upon discovering this, Ayer blamed himself for being weak, throwing himself into his training in an attempt to outgrow his reliance on Bowman once and for all.

Bowman: I mean, obviously I don't think anyone's more aware of the story than me.

Bowman: I'm you, and you're me. You really thought that you could reject me with your feelings? Get real, Ayer.

Bowman: Whew, now that's what I call food! Nothing like some actual flavor to put the calories on.

Bowman: I was getting pretty sick of the flavorless crap Ayer was eating, trying to get back into shape or whatever.

Bowman: A man's gotta live a little, right? Oh... Guess you're still conked out.

Bowman has taken control of Ayer's body while asleep.

After winning big at a nearby gambling den, he's treated himself to some new duds and an extravagant meal.

He finds himself in a good mood now that he's found a way to let out his pent-up frustrations.

Bowman: Back then, he'd let me do whatever I wanted with him.

Bowman: Nowadays I'm lucky to get a moment in the spotlight, and I bet he doesn't even realize he's resisting me.

Bowman: He's gotta reach a breaking point eventually—it can't be easy holding me back all day and night, right?

Bowman: I'll give it to you, Ayer. Your efforts have been nothing short of impressive. But you still lack one thing—claws.

Bowman: I guess we could say you've grown up a bit. A shame, really. It was way easier to control you back then.

Rogue: Eat this!

Ayer: Ngh...

Rogue: How ya like me now? You'd better apologize if you know what's good for you!

Ayer: Who'd... apologize to trash... like you!

Rogue: Punk-ass kid... Looks like someone oughta teach you some manners!

Ayer: Urgh!

Bowman: Bahaha! You seriously gonna let this guy make a punching bag out of you?

Bowman: Too much for mommy's little boy to handle, huh?

Ayer: Shut up... This is nothing—Just watch...

Rogue: Who the hell are you talkin' to? If you're thinkin' about apologizing now, it's too late!

Ayer: (Damn... This guy just won't go down!)

Bowman: Get down.

Ayer: Huh?

Bowman: Just do it. No complaints, 'kay?

Ayer: Damn it... Fine!

Ayer ducks under the rogue's attack, grabbing his legs and taking him down.

Rogue: Why, you little...

Ayer: I did it, Bowman! Now what do I do?

Bowman: So now you want my advice? Figure this one out on your own.

Ayer: You can't be serious.

Bowman: Fine, fine. You'll just have to learn another time I suppose, seeing as you're in dire straits.

Bowman: From here on out, just do as I say, got it? On three, now...

Ayer: Pant... Pant...

Bowman: Nice one. Up top, buddy.

Ayer: Screw you. What the hell, Bowman!

Bowman: What? You mad at me? I mean, watching you get your pathetic ass beat like that was just too funny not to laugh at.

Bowman: But hey, I helped out when it counted, right?

Ayer: Not that—I'm talking about the moves you taught me!

Ayer: I just tried using them in a real fight, and they were about as useful as piss!

Bowman: Oh, right... Yeah, I figured that's how it'd play out.

Ayer: You... figured?

Ayer: What's that supposed to mean?

Bowman: What I mean is, a sheltered milksop like you needs to get a taste of some real pain for once.

Bowman: One hell of a first time, am I right? Did you learn anything?

Ayer: I was an idiot to ever listen to you.

Bowman: Now, now, don't be like that. You won, so all's well that end's well.

Ayer: Easy for you to say... I could've gotten killed back there.

Bowman: Hey. You're seeking a whole new world, aren't you?

Bowman: And now you've learned what real pain feels like. The sheltered Ayer from before is gone forever.

Bowman: Feels pretty good, doesn't it?

Ayer: So basically you've been playing me from the very start.

Bowman: See? You get it.

Bowman: Yo, check it out. Looks like our friend here had a bottle of the good stuff on him.

Bowman: And to the victor go the spoils. How about it? A toast to your first real victory.

Ayer: No reason to make a big deal out of it. Besides, you could barely call what happened winning.

Bowman: What, you scared your mommy's gonna find out and give you spankies?

Ayer: Whatever, fine! I'll drink it—watch this!

Ayer takes the bottle of mysterious liquid from the fallen rogue and takes a swig.

Ayer: Cough... Hack! Blergh...

Bowman: Bahahah! I can't believe you actually did it!

Ayer: You're the one who told me to!

Bowman: Oh, wow. You're a riot, man.

Bowman: We're gonna have fun, you and me.

Bowman: The good old days, huh... Looks like Ayer's finally starting to enter his rebellious age.

Bowman: No point in complaining—it is what it is, right?

Bowman: So I say we enjoy the present for what it is.

Bowman: There's still much in store for both of us, Ayer.