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omegafriends2014-07-18 02:17 am
birdinthehand) wrote in omegafriends2014-07-18 02:17 am
01 - The Rudest Awakening
A - Joji Yuki's Place - Closed
There was pursuit. An almost endless chase after a man in colorful clothes. That was the most important thing, to keep that man in his sights. He couldn't let him slip away, couldn't, but he felt a pulling, felt something dragging him back, away, into-
Moments after the red medal halves were fused together, the newly whole Core Medal began to clatter wildly on the workbench. There was life in this thing, along with some sort of unnatural magnetism. Loose bits of the same material that had forced the medal back together were being drawn in from the edges of the work bench, and other things resting on shelves and in drawers were rattling around and eager to get in on the excitement, too. As more and more pieces clung to the core, a shape began to take form... and then with a flash of red light, the entire mess solidified into an inhuman, red-armored hand and forearm. It twitched, its fingers curled, and then it let out a ragged, human-sounding gasp.
"...what the heck?!"
B - Generally Out and About in Venture City, Early Evening - Open
Ankh might not have been able to remember much, but he knew things. He knew what he was, knew what he ought to be able to do, and knew that he was missing entirely too much of himself. He wouldn't find any of it just hovering around inside that damned scientist's workshop. He'd have to go and find it himself.
Which is why there is a disembodied armored hand and forearm floating around, looking about as curious as a hand can manage to be. He's peering over shoulders to read newspapers, rifling around in unattended bags, and sizing up passers-by for their potential usefulness. If they haven't got some sort of strong desire, well... maybe he can smack them upside the head, latch onto their arm, and siphon some knowledge out of their head. His English skills aren't what they really should be, given that he's now in the United States. If he can't complete himself with more Cell Medals, then he can fill up on knowledge instead. He'll take anything. He'll take it all.
There was pursuit. An almost endless chase after a man in colorful clothes. That was the most important thing, to keep that man in his sights. He couldn't let him slip away, couldn't, but he felt a pulling, felt something dragging him back, away, into-
Moments after the red medal halves were fused together, the newly whole Core Medal began to clatter wildly on the workbench. There was life in this thing, along with some sort of unnatural magnetism. Loose bits of the same material that had forced the medal back together were being drawn in from the edges of the work bench, and other things resting on shelves and in drawers were rattling around and eager to get in on the excitement, too. As more and more pieces clung to the core, a shape began to take form... and then with a flash of red light, the entire mess solidified into an inhuman, red-armored hand and forearm. It twitched, its fingers curled, and then it let out a ragged, human-sounding gasp.
"...what the heck?!"
B - Generally Out and About in Venture City, Early Evening - Open
Ankh might not have been able to remember much, but he knew things. He knew what he was, knew what he ought to be able to do, and knew that he was missing entirely too much of himself. He wouldn't find any of it just hovering around inside that damned scientist's workshop. He'd have to go and find it himself.
Which is why there is a disembodied armored hand and forearm floating around, looking about as curious as a hand can manage to be. He's peering over shoulders to read newspapers, rifling around in unattended bags, and sizing up passers-by for their potential usefulness. If they haven't got some sort of strong desire, well... maybe he can smack them upside the head, latch onto their arm, and siphon some knowledge out of their head. His English skills aren't what they really should be, given that he's now in the United States. If he can't complete himself with more Cell Medals, then he can fill up on knowledge instead. He'll take anything. He'll take it all.
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[How interesting! It knows Japanese, too!]
What the heck did you do to me?!
[Ankh is trying very, very hard to squirm, but there's only the slightest twitching of his fingertips. How could something make him so vulnerable so easily? How could a human do that?]
Let me go! Let me go now!!!
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What in the world are you?
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[Well. Less than enormous right now, but he was working on it. She had asked a question and was damn well going to give her the correct answer, even if it... didn't fully apply at the moment.]
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Enormous power.
[Then why did he go down so easily?]
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[Everything is under control. Everything will be fine. He just has to yell more.]
Let me go now, and you'll be spared!
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If you were really that powerful, I'd have needed more than one ofuda.
You know what? I'm going to find one of those superheroes. They're all over the city. I'm sure one will know what to do with you.
[Superheroes, superheroes, where are the superheroes?]
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What gives you the right to do this?! I wasn't even doing anything!
[Yet. But that's just a technicality.
...wait, was that the weird guy from Joji's place?]
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I found an evil hand! Are you a super hero?