I'd also like an answer to that question.
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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."
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"That'd be way too much attention." She said to Maverick as they walked. "I'm not in this for the fame, or the carnage, or even the money. Not really. Magic, however, has always been led by those that are willing to take that one extra step their peers are unwilling to. And unlike some super rich, anonymous, world saving pricks I could name, no one is going to hand me a cell phone tower or a satellite to tinker with."
"Speaking of magic..." she said, looking back at Dianna. Something about that girl set her on edge ever since the chair back at headquarters. Maybe it was the way she was able to just casually throw out transformations, seemingly at will. Like it wasn't any big deal. She watched with her jaw set as she wasted precious energy transforming that little kitten of hers into a ring. She didn't even have the good grace to look haggard afterwards. Despite her searches Dianna had been one of the people she'd found nothing on. Phone Freak pondered whether the girl was even human.
She caught herself staring, and decided to add something in. "I don't know about hacking. I've never had to do it before. I can usually just talk my way in." She said, not at all boasting. An idea struck, and she turned to Metallia. "Hey, uh," She paused. A derisive nickname wasn't really the same when you had permission to use it. Sort of took the bite out. Still, she had been committed to it now. "Princess, can you do any hacking? I kind of have to be on site for whatever I 'hack'."
"Speaking of magic..." she said, looking back at Dianna. Something about that girl set her on edge ever since the chair back at headquarters. Maybe it was the way she was able to just casually throw out transformations, seemingly at will. Like it wasn't any big deal. She watched with her jaw set as she wasted precious energy transforming that little kitten of hers into a ring. She didn't even have the good grace to look haggard afterwards. Despite her searches Dianna had been one of the people she'd found nothing on. Phone Freak pondered whether the girl was even human.
She caught herself staring, and decided to add something in. "I don't know about hacking. I've never had to do it before. I can usually just talk my way in." She said, not at all boasting. An idea struck, and she turned to Metallia. "Hey, uh," She paused. A derisive nickname wasn't really the same when you had permission to use it. Sort of took the bite out. Still, she had been committed to it now. "Princess, can you do any hacking? I kind of have to be on site for whatever I 'hack'."
By way of answer a long green arm whipped out from behind the man, snaking its way through the air and snatching up the gun before the girl had a chance to touch it. Slowly, the rest of a being began to reveal itself from behind the man. First its shoulder, cracked, stony, and caked in a layer of moss. Then the head, a solid grey visage of a monstrous face, eyes wide and teeth bared in a large smile. Its other arm wrapped itself around Rodger's neck like a scarf, resting its hand on his chest. It swung its lower body out, the palm leaves of its skirt fluttering, and gripped Rodgers side and leg with its feet to hang off of him. It pulled the gun back over in front of Rodger, then crumpled it in its fist.
"You didn't think you were the only one?" He said, curiously. He must be her first, he decided. It was weird at first, when you didn't know the rules. He'd gotten a crash course from a drug dealer who made the rounds in his neighborhood who could make lights wink out, who'd heard them from his defense attorney, who'd heard them from another guy, who heard them from another guy and so on and so forth into infinity. He guessed it was his turn to pay it forward. "Only people that have a Stand can see other Stands. That's how I knew you had to be involved in that ruckus earlier. Not many people just walk around with it out in their day to day."
"As for me and 「VITALOGY」," he said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out two more seeds. One he passed to the Stand, who opened its hand enough to catch the seed without dropping the broken gun. Without a though it crunched its hand, and there was a sound of furious growth and the clattering of metal as the innards of the gun fell out of its hand, but when that hand opened the gun was back in its original shape. There seemed to be green matter growing in between the cracks that had been made and the end of the barrel had thin white flower petals growing out of it, but it was otherwise as good as new. "The only side we're on is the side of peace. Catch." He said, throwing the weapon to her. He held up the other seed to her between his fingers. "Now, what do you think about letting me patch that hole in your shoulder before you lose any more blood? That gun works perfectly if you don't trust me."
"You didn't think you were the only one?" He said, curiously. He must be her first, he decided. It was weird at first, when you didn't know the rules. He'd gotten a crash course from a drug dealer who made the rounds in his neighborhood who could make lights wink out, who'd heard them from his defense attorney, who'd heard them from another guy, who heard them from another guy and so on and so forth into infinity. He guessed it was his turn to pay it forward. "Only people that have a Stand can see other Stands. That's how I knew you had to be involved in that ruckus earlier. Not many people just walk around with it out in their day to day."
"As for me and 「VITALOGY」," he said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out two more seeds. One he passed to the Stand, who opened its hand enough to catch the seed without dropping the broken gun. Without a though it crunched its hand, and there was a sound of furious growth and the clattering of metal as the innards of the gun fell out of its hand, but when that hand opened the gun was back in its original shape. There seemed to be green matter growing in between the cracks that had been made and the end of the barrel had thin white flower petals growing out of it, but it was otherwise as good as new. "The only side we're on is the side of peace. Catch." He said, throwing the weapon to her. He held up the other seed to her between his fingers. "Now, what do you think about letting me patch that hole in your shoulder before you lose any more blood? That gun works perfectly if you don't trust me."
Rodger turned away from the window as Mrs. Zen began ushering people out the back. He hung around for a bit, letting the room empty of witnesses a little before started for the door himself. As he went a green, snakelike arm whipped out from behind him and pressed down on the windowsill, burying the seed inside of it before retracting and vanishing into the mans back. Instantly roots began to spread from that point, wrapping around the frame. When it had completely encircled the frame something began to grow from it, filling in the area left vacant by the window. A thin green membrane of plant matter, thin enough that you could see clearly through it, cast a slight green tint as sunlight streamed through it.
He didn't look back at it, didn't break his stride at all in fact, but he knew that it would do to keep the bugs out, the cool air in, and was easy to remove when they wanted to really fix that window. He pushed his way quickly through the crowd streaming out of the restaurant and out into the street, casting his gaze around for the cause of all this. There! Ducking out of the crowd. The white dress made her stand out, but not nearly as much as her Stand. It made her stick out like a sore thumb. He followed after her, not really minding if she saw him or not.
He followed her behind a corner, and decided this was as good a place as any. "Hey!" He called out. "Hey, there's something I want to say to you. You and your friend." He didn't really care if she stopped or not. He intended to follow until he'd said his piece. "The Zen's are good people. It ain't fair of you to bring that sort of trouble to their doorstep."
He didn't look back at it, didn't break his stride at all in fact, but he knew that it would do to keep the bugs out, the cool air in, and was easy to remove when they wanted to really fix that window. He pushed his way quickly through the crowd streaming out of the restaurant and out into the street, casting his gaze around for the cause of all this. There! Ducking out of the crowd. The white dress made her stand out, but not nearly as much as her Stand. It made her stick out like a sore thumb. He followed after her, not really minding if she saw him or not.
He followed her behind a corner, and decided this was as good a place as any. "Hey!" He called out. "Hey, there's something I want to say to you. You and your friend." He didn't really care if she stopped or not. He intended to follow until he'd said his piece. "The Zen's are good people. It ain't fair of you to bring that sort of trouble to their doorstep."
She was happy she hadn't needed to ditch the group. Well, that wasn't exactly true but she was at least happy she hadn't needed to brave the Frankfurt phone lines just so she wouldn't stand out. It was in situations like this that basing your look on an internationally famous musical duo had its advantages. One of the few conceivable situations, certainly, but after this week any lucky break at all was a godsend.
"We were promised riches." Phone Freak said, but there wasn't much confidence behind it. "I'm more surprised that all we're after is money. I mean, this person seems to have enough. After the occult symbols I was expecting something much more ominous. No you can not get a picture!" She said for the third time that hour to some eager, camera toting dork. She hadn't even let him ask the question that time, just seen the camera in his hands and the look on his face. He trotted off dejectedly. The last thing she needed was to be pasted up in somebodies Comic-Con album on Imgur.
"We were promised riches." Phone Freak said, but there wasn't much confidence behind it. "I'm more surprised that all we're after is money. I mean, this person seems to have enough. After the occult symbols I was expecting something much more ominous. No you can not get a picture!" She said for the third time that hour to some eager, camera toting dork. She hadn't even let him ask the question that time, just seen the camera in his hands and the look on his face. He trotted off dejectedly. The last thing she needed was to be pasted up in somebodies Comic-Con album on Imgur.
Rodger hadn't even gotten his menu yet when the woman walked in. His eyes followed her as she crossed the room. Well, not her. Her friend.
That was too bad, he thought. He'd been hoping for a nice lunch but that just wasn't going to happen now. Walking around with your Stand out was like walking down the street with a gun in your hand; you didn't do it unless you had cause to use it. Whenever a Stand showed up, mischief always followed. It was the law of the universe, one he'd learned quickly.
It didn't take long for the peace, as well as the window, to be shattered. Rodger ducked his head low along with most of the patrons as the restaurant erupted in screams, keeping focused on the open window to try and get a good idea of what was happening. He didn't see much. It was all over almost as soon as he started watching. Curiously, and to escape the cacophony inside the restaurant, he drew himself up and crunched across the busted glass scattered on the floor. Looming out of the window into the fresh air he saw dead men littering the street and the one who was responsible tending to his wounded comrade. He reached into his back back pocket for a packet of seeds, thumbing one into his palm. The dead men he couldn't do anything for, but maybe...
There was no need though. It a moment the young man was mended back together, good as new. Rodger sighed with relief, placing the seed on the windowsill as the Kaiser Chief stood. The Kaisers were okay in his book. They'd done his neighborhood more than a few good turns, kept peace in this city in their own way. He held them in the highest esteem. Their reputation was such that if they had killed these men outside there must have been a good reason for it, though the cops probably wouldn't be nearly as understanding.
That was too bad, he thought. He'd been hoping for a nice lunch but that just wasn't going to happen now. Walking around with your Stand out was like walking down the street with a gun in your hand; you didn't do it unless you had cause to use it. Whenever a Stand showed up, mischief always followed. It was the law of the universe, one he'd learned quickly.
It didn't take long for the peace, as well as the window, to be shattered. Rodger ducked his head low along with most of the patrons as the restaurant erupted in screams, keeping focused on the open window to try and get a good idea of what was happening. He didn't see much. It was all over almost as soon as he started watching. Curiously, and to escape the cacophony inside the restaurant, he drew himself up and crunched across the busted glass scattered on the floor. Looming out of the window into the fresh air he saw dead men littering the street and the one who was responsible tending to his wounded comrade. He reached into his back back pocket for a packet of seeds, thumbing one into his palm. The dead men he couldn't do anything for, but maybe...
There was no need though. It a moment the young man was mended back together, good as new. Rodger sighed with relief, placing the seed on the windowsill as the Kaiser Chief stood. The Kaisers were okay in his book. They'd done his neighborhood more than a few good turns, kept peace in this city in their own way. He held them in the highest esteem. Their reputation was such that if they had killed these men outside there must have been a good reason for it, though the cops probably wouldn't be nearly as understanding.
"Okay, I'll just head straight to the bank then." Phone Freak said loudly after Mako's outburst, setting off across the field by herself. Someone had to start moving. If they stood around for much longer someone was going to start killing the others, whether by teeth, telefrag, or poisoning and she had no interest in being at ground zero for that mess. There as really no reason they had to stick all clumped together anyway, what with Metallia's little gifts and all. Speaking of...
She pulled the little thing out of her pocket and clicked it on when she thought she was far enough away. "Test test." She said into it "Test test test." Then she configured it to one of the individual channels, Metallia's. "Testing individual channle, test test, check check. You get all this Robo Princess?"
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She pulled the little thing out of her pocket and clicked it on when she thought she was far enough away. "Test test." She said into it "Test test test." Then she configured it to one of the individual channels, Metallia's. "Testing individual channle, test test, check check. You get all this Robo Princess?"
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A sudden influx of hot air swam into the restaurant as a tall figure opened up the door and stepped into the Golden Peking.
Rodger wasn't exactly what you could call a regular, but he stopped in every now and again to sample the best Chinese in the city. He attributed his affection for the food to an old Cantonese woman who would babysit him sometimes when he was young and his mother had to work late. The woman had been a phenomenal cook, and the smell wafting out of the back of the restaurant always brought him back to a special place in his childhood. So every week he found he had a little money left over you could bet he'd be appearing at the Golden Peking sometime in the near future.
The door closed as the man walked forward to take a seat at a nearby table. His walk was graceful, in a strange way. He walked as though he was being dragged forward by the hair, sharply, without giving thought as to whether the rest of his body to keep up. At any moment you were expecting some sort of crash that was never forthcoming. Somehow his legs always manged to arranged themselves underneath him, steadying him just enough that he could move forward another step. Watching him cross a room was like watching a tree topple over in perpetuity.
He slid right into an open seat at an empty table and leaned back with a relaxed look on his face, deeply breathing in the cool air. Being outside today had been wilting. The man liked working up a good sweat, but out there work didn't come into it. It was as though the entire atmosphere were trying to wring people out like a dishrag.
Rodger wasn't exactly what you could call a regular, but he stopped in every now and again to sample the best Chinese in the city. He attributed his affection for the food to an old Cantonese woman who would babysit him sometimes when he was young and his mother had to work late. The woman had been a phenomenal cook, and the smell wafting out of the back of the restaurant always brought him back to a special place in his childhood. So every week he found he had a little money left over you could bet he'd be appearing at the Golden Peking sometime in the near future.
The door closed as the man walked forward to take a seat at a nearby table. His walk was graceful, in a strange way. He walked as though he was being dragged forward by the hair, sharply, without giving thought as to whether the rest of his body to keep up. At any moment you were expecting some sort of crash that was never forthcoming. Somehow his legs always manged to arranged themselves underneath him, steadying him just enough that he could move forward another step. Watching him cross a room was like watching a tree topple over in perpetuity.
He slid right into an open seat at an empty table and leaned back with a relaxed look on his face, deeply breathing in the cool air. Being outside today had been wilting. The man liked working up a good sweat, but out there work didn't come into it. It was as though the entire atmosphere were trying to wring people out like a dishrag.
"Hold on." Phone Freak said, pulling her phone out of her pocket. Her real phone, not the one designed for casting spells. A modern phone. A few quick taps brought up google maps and she screwed around a bit trying to figure out where they were. While she was at it, she thought about what Joe had said. "Wasn't Faust also a German legend?" She asked idly as she searched, remembering the fleeting symbols. She hoped this didn't involve demons. Nothing good ever came from dealing with demons, just ask every warlock in the history of the world.
Finally she though she got a good idea of their situation and pointed. "There should be a road that way. Follow it north and it should take us right to the city, but after that I'm not sure. Are we just supposed to head to the bank, do you suppose?"
Finally she though she got a good idea of their situation and pointed. "There should be a road that way. Follow it north and it should take us right to the city, but after that I'm not sure. Are we just supposed to head to the bank, do you suppose?"
I don't think so, but Dragon is all chilly.
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