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a; anywhere and everywhere

There is a man with a camera around his neck sitting somewhere discreet and snapping photos. Whether those photos are of you or of someone else is entirely up to you! But he sure is snapping them. Every third photo or so he shifts and looks at the display screen to check the photos, deleting them if they didn't turn out like he liked or going right back to it. Apart from his camera, there is only him and a short can of black coffee, which he periodically raises to his lips and tips backward in a short gesture to take a swig.

Please, someone come tell him to stop being a creep.

b; a van, down some side street in the city

And down this particular side street, there is a van, the words "Pleasure Way" emblazoned across the front of it just above the passenger's side tire, and a man that keeps exiting and re-entering the van from its open side doors. From the sound of it, he is having some kind of conversation, though there doesn't appear to be anyone with him.

"Why don't you just look it up yourself?" There was a woman's voice from inside the van, quiet and consoling in tone. The man stepping out of the vehicle did not match the sound at all. As he stepped to the ground, his posture changed drastically and he tossed his head, snarling a touch.

"Isn't that what you do? Find things, learn? You're always tacking away at your computer." This voice was much deeper, harsher. He sounded angry, this time. His posture shifted again, then, his shoulders slumping and his right hand pushing his left from where it had been waving wildly.

"Have neither of you considered that I don't want to?"

Oh. It appeared this guy was having a conversation with himself. Do with that as you will, Venture City.

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He settled some when Ankh explained himself. Shingo Izumi, a detective. He somehow found himself processing the movements Ankh wanted to perform but not quite allowing his body to perform them, still trying to understand what it was that was happening. Shingo Izumi, a detective. This-- arm monster, whoever or whatever he was, had his body, once. And now he needed it again. Apparently Rei looked like this Shingo Izumi.

A thought occurred to him.

"What is-- what do they call you?" He asked the question before answering Ankh's, and then shook his head and waved a hand. "I know nothing of my personal history, we all have names that are likely not the names we were given at birth. Our ages and genders are not all the same, and none of us know specifically why we all inhabit one body."

'Ankh. I'm a Greeed. A creature of unlimited desire.' If he was going to be latched onto this man, he ought to be honest. If he was going to attempt to keep this possession going. He still wasn't sure. This was difficult.

'So you're a mystery. And you're a mess.' Maybe that was enough to decide the matter for him. He couldn't keep this body because entirely too many beings already had a claim on it and he didn't want to have to share. But Rei didn't seem to be resisting as hard anymore. He stops trying to rise and thrash and otherwise pitch a great big angry fit, and relaxes. 'You're not who I need, so I'm not going to stay. But before I go... you need to do something.' No, not 'could you do something'. This was negotiation, not begging. Really.

He felt a little bit sick right then. Ankh-- the name that man before had called him. Ankh was apparently a creature, not a human. The only lead he had in any direction about himself was an inhuman 'creature of unlimited desire'. He closed his eyes and tried very hard not to think, mostly in order to avoid Ankh getting caught up in the abrupt swarm of questions and half-answers that were adamantly trying to plague his brain and pick at everyone.

"Neither are inaccurate," he admonished, quietly. He couldn't tell if he was relieved or not that Ankh didn't plan to stay. "Oh? And what might that be."

Now that's an odd reaction to be feeling from him. A name was just a name, wasn't it? Unless it meant something more? 'What?' But whatever argument was brewing between the various people in Rei's head, Ankh wasn't a direct party to it. Bah, well...

'You're going to go for ice cream, and eat it while I'm still attached to you.' A simple request, surely. And one that he wants very badly, and is making no effort to hide.

A name was just a name unless you knew nothing of yourself and someone called you that name, mistaking you for someone with your face. And now he had two names, even, Ankh's own and Shingo Izumi. Though it seemed that "Ankh" didn't exactly resemble Rei or vice versa, he just inhabited the face of Shingo Izumi. Good Lord this was all very confusing. He shook his head, waving a hand dismissively at Ankh's inquiry.

"It's nothing," he fibbed, and then chuckled softly at the Greeed's request. "Ice cream?" He frowned a bit, nodding with a faint smile. "I don't see why not." He didn't understand the reason, but he most certainly did feel Ankh's intense desire for the frozen confection. It was a touch silly, but the want was so earnest and simplistic, he saw no reason to refuse.

If nothing's what he said it was, then nothing it would be. At least for the moment. For his demand was being met. Ice cream would be his! Even if it seemed as though Rei thought this was more amusing than serious. 'No wasting time, then. We're going now!' And if Rei was not making an effort to get up and go, Ankh would certainly be trying to grab for the figurative controls and do so himself.

Curiously, Rei let him try to take control. It was a bizarre feeling, since he was so acquainted with everyone else that he could generally figure their specific movements as they happened and not feel especially disoriented as they did so. It hadn't always been like that, obviously, there had been several instances early on that someone else taking the reins was not unlike an out of body experience, but it had been so long.

Of course, about three steps away from the van he realized how ridiculous Ankh was making him walk and decided maybe he ought to be the one in control so he didn't like he was trying out for a modeling agency.

"Can you not taste things as you are?" He asked after a moment, assuming from Ankh's interest in eating while attached to someone that perhaps he couldn't taste. Or maybe he couldn't eat at all, given he was literally an arm and didn't seem to possess the facilities commonly necessary for ingestion of nutrients.

It took Ankh a few steps and a little shoulder-rolling and head-snapping before he felt fully comfortable in Rei's body. This wasn't quite what it should have been, something within him was gnawing at him to that effect, but it was more than good enough. He'd already scouted out the neighborhood and knew that there was a little ice cream stand not far from here. And that's just where he was taking the whole crew. With, yes, a stride more appropriate for the catwalk than the sidewalk.

'I can't. Greeed are incomplete creatures, with incomplete senses. But if we borrow a human's...' And he lets Rei draw his own conclusions. Life is a lot easier with a full body with a full array of senses.

"That's interesting," Rei intoned thoughtfully, sitting back and watching as Ankh sauntered his way to the ice cream stand. Incomplete creatures, with incomplete senses. But they could borrow a human's senses. "And do you have your own physical form, or are you solely the arm from before?" An innocent enough question as it stood, though probably also a good way to piss Ankh off.

If that spike of anger was any indication, yes, that had pissed Ankh off somewhat. 'I HAD a body, when I had more medals. And I'll have one again, soon enough!' ...it had started to bother him, that he couldn't quite recall why he was only an arm. He knew that there had to be a perfectly horrible reason for it, but that knowledge just wasn't there.

"So the medals are the basis of your strength and wholeness." Rei nodded, logging that away for future reference. He was a little perplexed and a little disoriented by the notion of resembling someone not human-- though he supposed it wasn't even so much that he resembled Ankh as he resembled Ankh's previous host. Still, learning all he could now was probably in his best interests. "And how do you reobtain those?"

'I find whoever has them.' Which was both a very simple answer and a very complex one. For he had only vague leads as to where his other Cores might have gotten off to. But he'd make it work. He'd find a way. And in the meanwhile, there was ice cream to be enjoyed.

"...Ah." That seemed easy enough, in theory. But the 'whoever has them' could mean any number of things that could complicate or simplify the situation extremely. As he neared the cart, he stuck a hand into the pocket of his overcoat and jingled some change around, thoughtful. "What flavor are you aiming for?" It was probably very good that none of them had allergies.

Now there's a very important question. One that gives him pause. He has to make the most of this. This could be a chance that he won't get again for a while. 'Fruit flavor. Strawberry! Get strawberry!' Because there was a good chance that they'd have it and he didn't want to spend any unnecessary time negotiating over second and third best flavors if the first wasn't available. Strawberry was a common flavor in America, wasn't it?

Strawberry sounded just fine. Rei was biting his tongue to not speak on his vague entertainment of how somewhat childish Ankh seemed about this ice cream obsession. He didn't really want the Greeed to try hard enough to actually achieve control and do something outlandish with his body. So he obtained them a cup of strawberry ice cream and a plastic spoon and moved to a bench to sit with it.

"There we go," he said. "Should I let you do the honors?" That's an invitation to control his body enough to eat ice cream, Ankh. Consider your host very accommodating.

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