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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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Though when he shifted himself to get a more comfortable grip on one of the bench's crossbars, it let him actually peer through a gap in the boards and get a look at that doll. "What the..." Okay, now that's just weird. Also, it gave him an even larger feeling of dislike and dread. Why?
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...the guy that's carrying the doll really isn't much better. Darn. He's been spotted. Time to go on the offensive! Ankh unlatches from beneath the bench and with all the speed and force he can muster, rushes in with the intent of punching Maki in the face. (Maybe if he hits him hard enough, he'll knock a Cell Medal free! He could really use one of those right now.)
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"Huh." Was the doll that important to him? Apparently it was. If he couldn't successfully use force to get what he wanted, then maybe a little ransom would do the trick. Ankh dives for the pavement and starts grabbing for the doll as well.
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Ankh might want to back off--Maki has taken his full Dinosaur Greeed form, and so has his doll.
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He's making for a crowd of people, swooping relatively low to the ground. Hopefully he can get nice and lost in there, and this weird Greeed will give up.
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It does, however, give him a few interesting ideas for a new Yummy...