omegafriends | a day in the life...

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[ Dick's Bikes was the place to go if you were a rough biker with a few loose morals and not that much money. One can work on their own bike, maybe swap out their bike for another bike, or if one was lucky enough, have enough money to get the mechanics involved in rebuilding a bike from getting turned into so much twisted metal, or do that mysterious thing that swaps out pieces to turn it into a different bike than the one that was brought in.

Joji was one of those mechanics, and a popular one as well. While the other workers look like the type that use bits of metal to chew on, he looked a little like he was just wasting time. At least he usually fixes the bikes he gets and makes them work better than normal. He also doesn't take that long in fixing anything and spends some of his time just hanging around, sitting on his work bench and gossiping with the other workers.

Want to bother him during that time? ]

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[ There's a rumor going around from one low-life to another. It's not that big of a rumor to catch the ears of most supers - villain and hero alike - but it is something exchanged by the lowly goon and the hard-working average con artist. It's basically goes something like If you find a strangely colored coin, there's a guy at Zero's who will pay good cash for it. If asked around a bit more, someone at the bar might point out a rather normal Asian guy that sits at the counter, drinking tea ~~since whiskey would push the ratings too high~~. He's only there for a couple hours at the most, and the regulars at the bar treat him like they are scared to make him mad.

Anyone want to bother him about this rumor? ]

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[ Joji worked hard on converting an empty warehouse into a liveable habitat/workshop. There are still parts that don't work quite the right way, but for the most part, the living area is nice and roomy, with an upper floor for his private quarters and a lower part where anyone can just hang out and enjoy the comforts of urban living. The workshop side is still mostly brick and enclosed metal, with a long built in workbench and space for a few motorcycles (some still in parts), a fancy device that might be a laser scanner or possibly the beginning of a huge gun, and some fancy computers on standby.

Just anybody could walk into the building, but the moment they do, a breathless electronic voice would ask them who they were. Anyone want to see what happens if the voice isn't answered? ]

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Sorry, Joji. It's Ankh's throw, now. Which he hauls up to the highest unused shelf-top that he can find, and begins to arrange in a sort of nest-like configuration. Until he heard the magic word. Medals.

"What?!" And he's back down and over to Joji lighting-quick, grabbing for those Cell Medals. "Of course he does! What Greeed wouldn't want medals? Idiot!"

Yup, he was going to have to get pictures. It was just something that one would not expect from an all powerful creature of pure desire. Then again, who doesn't desire a nice warm nest of blankets at some point in their lives?

"You really should call me different things than just idiot." Joji seemed almost amused even as he dropped the two Medals for the Greeed to grab. "I cannot help that you are that different I know little about you."

An all-powerful creature of pure desire modeled off of birds, thank you. When you've got a lot of bird in you, it's important to have a nest. But the nest is temporarily forgotten, for he was busy catching those two medals and absorbing them into himself.

"...hmph." The scientist had a point. He might have known enough to bring him back around, but not enough to really understand what he'd brought back. He lifts to a more conversational level, index finger pointed at Joji. "You already know how we're put together. Our Cell Medals form around our Core Medals. But have you figured out where the Cell Medals come from in the first place?"

"They are formed from human desires. Their wants and needs, yes?"

There are some things that he learned today and one of the big ones was that creepy doll-carrying guy probably could answer everything and then some but won't talk to him after he slapped the doll. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised that the creep would try to do something to him, which would mean he needed to fix that computer.

"Unless you have another explanation for them."

"They are. But do you know what forms them?" He's being very mysterious, and he knows it. But he only pauses briefly, enough time to get a yes or no from Joji, before continuing.

"A properly-formed Greeed can create what's called a Yummy. A creature based off of a human's powerful desire. It goes out into the world and indulges that desire, building up Cell Medals all the while. When it's torn apart? The Cell Medals are released, free for the taking."

"I have theories." And a little bit more than just theories thanks to a certain doll-wearing creep that tried blowing his face off a few hours ago. But Ankh wasn't about to let him expand on his theory because the angry bird arm was busy telling him.

Which was pretty much something he had guessed a little. So a Yummy was needed for the Cell Medals, and the Greeeds needed them as well? It didn't sound good for the people possessed by the Yummy if they were torn apart.

"And your kind needs the Cells Medals?"

"Yes!" Had he been paying any attention at all to all his shouting and grasping? "Cell Medals are what we're made from! And the more we have, the stronger we become!" There's some dramatic fist-clenching as he says that. Oh, how he wants to be stronger...

Of course he has. He pays attention to a lot of things but he wasn't going to actually say so. He learned that paying too much attention was bad for one's health.

"If you get a form, a body of your own, will you be making Yummies?"

"Tch! You've got it backwards. I'll make Yummies to make myself more medals. Enough of those will be almost as good as a body." Almost. But not quite close enough, said that nagging feeling in the back of his mind.

And yes, he has just admitted to Joji that he's going to do something that is very likely awful. And he does not seem to care one whit.

"And how many of those Cell Medals would you need to stay stable if you had a body already?"

He knows and he doesn't care either. He was less of a hero than most people, though he would defend the weak if he had to. His main goal in life was to learn more and if a few eggs got broken in the process, well he just will have to be careful later on.

"A fully functioning body that would be a blank slate."

Ankh's wrist gives a twist, simulating a curious tilt of one's head. "If I had a body? A few dozen. A hundred would be better." Now Joji's questions are a little more interesting. Although there is that nest that he just made, and he'd like to get a little rest... he starts to hover backwards, only half-minding him now.

"...what are you getting at?"

"I am getting at creating a body for you to occupy since it seems you would prefer that over finding one of your own."

It was either that or Anhk actually couldn't hold on to a body for a very long period of time. Whatever the case, he could build one, make it match the signature he had read during the early stages to fixing the Core Medal, thus making it better than a regular body. Joji knew enough people that would be improved by having a Greeed take over them but that would mean removing their personalities and that was one step down to being a henchperson again.

"But that is later on. Rest if you want; I'll think it over some more."

"...Hnn." Can that even be done? Is it possible? This world isn't the same one that existed 800 years ago, so perhaps it was. He wasn't about to express any of this skepticism, though. It might make him look needlessly ignorant.

"If you can do it, do it." And with that said, he floats back to his throw-blanket nest. Perhaps he'd go and see if he had a tablet or phone or something lying around that he could yoink, to do a little research... but for now, he wanted to rest.

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