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interstellar55552016-04-23 07:56 pm
connivingbird) wrote in interstellar55552016-04-23 07:56 pm
A bird in hand - [OPEN]
Who: Ankh & YOU (rescuers especially)
What: He and Nia has been saved by the not-so dashing pair of Shingo and Eiji but at the cost of Shingo getting caught. Ankh is dealing with it in the fashion that he deals with everything - snarl and mope about and eat ice cream.
When: April 22nd to 25th
Where: various high places since staying low is not in his vocabulary and maybe a bar or two
Warnings: Ankh isn't the nicest of guys so mild snarling, swearing and manhandling. Prose below but will match style of any replies
A - Rescuers down under
His Cores flashed with some heat and memories as he sat on his perch, fingers digging into the side of his head as he tries to shake off the programming. It helped that he knew that he wasn't meant to be in this fleshy body, that whatever he was wasn't even born to be human, but it still was worked into this shallow copy of himself. It wasn't going to go away until he fully and completely got the rest of his Cores.
No, not the rest of them. There will always be some missing, wouldn't there?
Feet drumming on the edge of the windowsill, he looked out at the city and chewed on an ice candy. Someone had told him to stay low and hidden, but he didn't care, not really. His human was out there, that stupid cop that he spent moths trying to piece back together (the memory was still jumbled but he held the man together instead of letting him die so the details were not important) who just tossed it away to get him and Nia out from Virgo. He was going to hurt someone for taking Shingo, for drowning out his own self again, and the memory had his arm twitch, his fingers grabbed the edge of the sill hard enough to make his knuckles white.
If he was normal, if he could reclaimed his form, the wood would have splintered, but as it was, it looked almost like he was going to fall out of the window. Someone also might want to stop him as his mutterings grow louder; after all a yelling guy hanging out of a window might be noticed.
B - I've got a pile of coconuts
Just because he wasn't under the influence of Blanche as much any more doesn't mean that he was completely cured. The music was still there, it was still humming under his skin and Ankh needed a way to work it out. It didn't help that it seemed to blend in with the fire under his skin, with the calls and cries of the birds in his mind and the far-off languages spoken only in silence of time and dust. He spent some time to cover the marks left on his skin using a cheap air brush tool and makeup and then got some worn jeans a little too big for him and a ratty shirt borrowed from Eiji. He shoved a hat down over his hair, which he also did not style that day, and paused.
If he was normal, if he had his form again, he could easily shift into someone else and wear their skin for the night, but he was still trapped, still this meatbag and he was not happy about it. But he at least could make himself look a little less like the rockstar and a bit more like just some kid looking for a party. The thought of his other being in his place made his fingers curl and a long dead language falling from his lips in a string of curses and then he shoved all that aside. He had music still sparking in his head and he needed to work it out before he did something weird in this place.
So he banged out the door and out the building and into a crappy little club in which he just let himself dance. There was a machine for singing as well but he decided against that, instead just let the music sweep him up. After a bit of time, he was over at the bar, ordering something that sounded good and stepping on toes as he does so. If the person was lucky, he might even apologize for doing so.
C - got any requests?
What: He and Nia has been saved by the not-so dashing pair of Shingo and Eiji but at the cost of Shingo getting caught. Ankh is dealing with it in the fashion that he deals with everything - snarl and mope about and eat ice cream.
When: April 22nd to 25th
Where: various high places since staying low is not in his vocabulary and maybe a bar or two
Warnings: Ankh isn't the nicest of guys so mild snarling, swearing and manhandling. Prose below but will match style of any replies
A - Rescuers down under
His Cores flashed with some heat and memories as he sat on his perch, fingers digging into the side of his head as he tries to shake off the programming. It helped that he knew that he wasn't meant to be in this fleshy body, that whatever he was wasn't even born to be human, but it still was worked into this shallow copy of himself. It wasn't going to go away until he fully and completely got the rest of his Cores.
No, not the rest of them. There will always be some missing, wouldn't there?
Feet drumming on the edge of the windowsill, he looked out at the city and chewed on an ice candy. Someone had told him to stay low and hidden, but he didn't care, not really. His human was out there, that stupid cop that he spent moths trying to piece back together (the memory was still jumbled but he held the man together instead of letting him die so the details were not important) who just tossed it away to get him and Nia out from Virgo. He was going to hurt someone for taking Shingo, for drowning out his own self again, and the memory had his arm twitch, his fingers grabbed the edge of the sill hard enough to make his knuckles white.
If he was normal, if he could reclaimed his form, the wood would have splintered, but as it was, it looked almost like he was going to fall out of the window. Someone also might want to stop him as his mutterings grow louder; after all a yelling guy hanging out of a window might be noticed.
B - I've got a pile of coconuts
Just because he wasn't under the influence of Blanche as much any more doesn't mean that he was completely cured. The music was still there, it was still humming under his skin and Ankh needed a way to work it out. It didn't help that it seemed to blend in with the fire under his skin, with the calls and cries of the birds in his mind and the far-off languages spoken only in silence of time and dust. He spent some time to cover the marks left on his skin using a cheap air brush tool and makeup and then got some worn jeans a little too big for him and a ratty shirt borrowed from Eiji. He shoved a hat down over his hair, which he also did not style that day, and paused.
If he was normal, if he had his form again, he could easily shift into someone else and wear their skin for the night, but he was still trapped, still this meatbag and he was not happy about it. But he at least could make himself look a little less like the rockstar and a bit more like just some kid looking for a party. The thought of his other being in his place made his fingers curl and a long dead language falling from his lips in a string of curses and then he shoved all that aside. He had music still sparking in his head and he needed to work it out before he did something weird in this place.
So he banged out the door and out the building and into a crappy little club in which he just let himself dance. There was a machine for singing as well but he decided against that, instead just let the music sweep him up. After a bit of time, he was over at the bar, ordering something that sounded good and stepping on toes as he does so. If the person was lucky, he might even apologize for doing so.
C - got any requests?
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"You know about him?"
Yeah, no, he was not going to see just how much Eiji knew and what he could do to piece together a better idea of what he was. Maybe it would help ease out more memories for him to play with.
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He only knew what Ankh had decided to tell him at the time; that he had helped the King and what OOO had been made for. Anything more detailed than that wasn't known to him.
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But he didn't have claws, not even his fingerpicks and Ankh could feel the headache growing again. Who he was, what he was, and what he was doing.
"Do you have the Driver? Other Cores? My Core?"
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"Er, I do. The Driver and the Medal Case are in my bag."
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Even as he said that, Ankh was pushing Eiji to the side and going straight for the bag to dig out the case and take a look at the Cores. Of course there was hardly in the case, though he did see the one that was his. He touched it, but it didn't have a heartbeat like the ones he wore on his arm.
He knew he couldn't absorb them, that there was a missing last piece to being the Ankh in his memories but it was tempting to take the Cores. He could wear them like he did with the others, but no. It wouldn't work. It didn't feel like it was normal. Ankh wanted to scream but all that was coming out was a sharp hiss.
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Something other then these Cores, something else.
"Is this all you have? How can you fight?"