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a; omeganet video.

[There's a new superhero face that pops up onto the screen, all in light blues and whites with a simple mask on her face and dark, curled hair falling off screen. She looks a little uncertain, pulling some of her hair over her shoulder and finger-combing it for a moment before she speaks.]

This is a little embarrassing to ask, but-- I'm new to this whole Superhero business, does anyone have any pointers? I've not gotten in any real trouble yet, but I certainly don't want to cause more trouble when I'm supposed to be helping.

b; action! anywhere between the college of the arts and venture park.

[Out of her Super uniform, Hina is just dressed in a stylish light blue sundress with a white lace bolero and a tan sunhat, walking from class to the park with her sketchbook in her purse and her phone in her hand. She was texting her brother, more than likely, and possibly could have stood to be paying a bit more attention to where she was walking.]
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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.

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Jul. 1st, 2014 07:35 pm
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[A]

A boat has just pulled into Venture City's harbor. There isn't really anything special about it; it's just a freighter from Brazil. Most of its cargo is nothing to write home about. Yet this ship has pulled into the harbor with one unexpected passenger--a wild-looking young man clad only in a loincloth held up by a weird-looking belt. He's got an oddly ornate silver bracelet encircling his left bicep, but other than that, he appears to have nothing of value.

The young man wastes no time in jumping off the ship and scrambling onto the docks when the coast is clear. He's moving furtively now, running between piles of cargo crates as he tries to make his way to the city unseen. He's got a job to do, and he doesn't know if there are any enemies lying in wait for him.

[B]
Amazon has made it into the city at this point, and he is now regretting all of his life decisions. The lights! The noise! It's too much for the wild man to take in all at once, and he's now running through the city, looking for safety. He doesn't appreciate being approached--civilians he's accidentally run into are getting growled at and shoved aside as he runs away. Anyone who actively approaches him may be treated in much the same way, unless they're very careful about it. He's trying to make his way to a forest or park, though he couldn't really describe it that way. He just wants somewhere less bright and noisy.

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