Omegafriends RP

A - Venture Park, closed to Eiji Hino

This city was one strange, dangerous place. If it wasn't one thing keeping him from finding that blasted hobo, it was another. (Mostly, he was choosing to blame that weird purple Greeed for making messes and getting in his way.) But today he was determined to find Eiji Hino. He had reached the limits of how far he could grow while nesting at Joji Yuki's lab, or while huddled shamefully at the bottom of Hina Izumi's purse.

Mind you, Ankh has absolutely no patience left. There is no room for subtlety and stealth in his plans today. "EIJI! HEY! EIJI!!!" So there is now a very noisy floating hand rushing through Venture Park at inappropriate speeds. One that cares not for who he bothers or how much attention he's drawing.

B - Venture City in general

When you're more than just a floating hand, there are more things that you can do. Like actually go into an ice cream shop, purchase multiple ice cream bars (with money that was gotten via earlier pickpocketing, but let's not go there), and sit down to eat them all. Even if they don't taste like anything. Even if they don't feel like anything. They're supposed to taste sweet and feel cold, and maybe if he eats enough of them, he'll get something out of it.

But so far, it's just serving to tick him off, for obvious reasons and for reasons that feel just a few inches outside of his grasp. He looks very, very grumpy, for a man with that much ice cream stacked in front of him.

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.