paixaorpg | This isn't good, not good at all... [Incomplete]

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This isn't good, not good at all... [Incomplete]

Character(s): Evil!Stitch (

stitch_ex_626) and Open
Content: After the festival, during the water event
Setting: Near the Fairgrounds
Time: Early Afternoon
Warnings: Cartoon violence...Maybe?

"Ow, head!" Stitch said, grabbing at the body part. He hadn't felt like this in a long time. The last time he had this sensation was when he had his glitch, and had returned to being evil again. Uh oh... was his last coherent thought before the pain spread to the rest of his body.

"MUST DESTROY!!!" He shouted, reverting back to his alien state, antennae, extra arms and all. "Experiment 626 Armed and Ready!"

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Rikku simply couldn't get her head around how the festival yesterday could have been so great and then today could've gotten off to such a weird start. First she'd woken up to find out she couldn't fly (which was crazy enough by itself!), and then Stitch had gone missing only to leave her a strange message about feeling weird and not wanting to hurt them. Well, that was just silly! She didn't think Stitch would hurt his friends, but it sounded like he was in trouble, either way.

So she'd quickly told Rakka and Uncle Braska, and they'd gone out looking for him (with Rikku hitching a ride with her uncle). After all, what were friends for? (And after all, she sure wasn't walking all the way back to the fairgrounds.)

As they got close, she jumped all of a sudden. "Look! There he is!" she exclaimed, pointing to a familiar little blue dude a ways down the street, and then cupped her hands to her mouth. "Stitch!! Hey, Stitch!"

"Stitch!! Hey, Stitch!" Stitch heard a faint voice calling his name. The coherent part of his brain recognized it as Rikku's voice, but the other part of his brain only recognized her voice as an enemy. nonononono! Stay away! the small part of his brain that was still nice attempted to rationalize with the evil part of his brain.

"STAY AWAY!" He shouted, aiming the plasma guns he always had with him at the speck in the sky, and fired.

Braska frowned and put up a quick Reflect spell around Rikku and himself. Rikku was right, something was definitely wrong here. He doubted that she would end up associating with something so aggressive. From Stitch's earlier posts, Stitch himself knew he wasn't doing so well. Then again, strange things seemed to be happening to almost everyone. Maybe they all stemmed from the same cause?

"Calm down. We mean no harm. Is something wrong?" he called out to the blue... creature. Hopefully Stitch could keep enough of himself intact that he'd get a response that didn't involve an attack.

"Stitch, what are you--" Rakka cut herself off with a little squeak as the weapons were fired in their direction.

Stitch looked different--Rakka could see that much--but more importantly, he was acting far different than he had been at the festival only a little while ago. She wanted to help--this wasn't normal, certainly not. But how could she get anywhere near the small blue alien when he was acting so hostile?

She'd try, of course. He must have been sick or something, and she would never just abandon someone who was sick.

"Eek!" Rikku yelped as the plasma bolts ricocheted off her uncle's spell and into a nearby building, knocking a pretty good-sized hole in it. Angry and worried more than scared, she jumped down to the ground, but landed a little heavier than she was used to and fell backwards onto her rear with an "oof".

She scrambled back up quickly, though, and ran forward a few feet from the group to yell at him better. "Hey, what gives?! I thought you said you didn't want to hurt us!" she shouted. What in the world was wrong with him?

Stitch watched as the girl jumped to the ground and aimed his four guns at her. "STAY AWAY!" Notgoodnotgoodnotgood... was Stitch's inner mantra as he tried to calm himself down. Why was he doing this, he didn't really know. He made the guns disappear and then ran in the opposite direction as fast as he could.

Braska couldn't help but stare at the hole the guns made. What on Spira was Stitch shooting at them? The only thing he'd seen powerful enough to do something like that was magic, but guns, from what he knew, didn't normally shoot magic.

When he looked back, the blue creature was running off, and Braska sighed. This was going to be much harder than he thought. He looked to the girl who had arrived shortly after he and Rikku had. "Miss... Rakka, was it? You are coming along too as well?"

He bent down as he spoke, offering a hand to Rikku in order to give her a lift. It would probably be harder for her to keep up without being able to fly.

Rakka nodded furiously out of nervousness, to indicate both that he had gotten her name right and she was coming along. Stitch was not acting normally, and he had been the first one to talk to her when she had arrived in Paixao. It was almost like being a new haibane again, in a new place, and haibane were supposed to help each other. She was still a good haibane, and Stitch was still her friend, no matter how long they'd known each other.

"We have to help him," she said, her voice shakier than she would have liked, but her face showing a more determined side of her.

"Wait, come back here!" Rikku yelled after Stitch. Something really was wrong with him and she had every intention of flying-tackling him and not letting go until he told her what was going on - except, the fact that she couldn't fly right now kind of killed that plan before it got to the second word.

Rakka's words were an echo of what she was thinking herself. Determined, she turned to her uncle and grabbed onto his hand (she was a bit big to just sit in it), though she first pointed back in the direction Stitch had gone. "Then let's get going!" she exclaimed.

Stitch ran as fast as he could, trying to outrun the people who were following him.

Why are they following me? I told them not to!
Kill Them! They are Enemies!

Climbing up the side of one of the buildings nearby, Stitch disappeared into one of the windows, hiding under a bed...One part of him wanted to kill his friends, but the other part didn't want to at all...he didn't know which side to believe at all.

ooc: sorry it took so long...school decided to try and eat me...

Braska stopped running as Stitch crawled into the window, staring at it and thinking to himself. "I suppose we're just going to have to go in," he whispered aloud to himself, sighing and shaking his head.

Hopefully Stitch didn't start up shooting inside the building. This was going to have to be taken care of delicately. Who knew who would be hurt if Stitch panicked while in this state. Hopefully there weren't too many people in there.

Rakka nodded in response to Braska's words, eyes locked on the window Stitch had climbed into. Frowning, she looked to the door of the building. They would have to go in, but what would they do once they had found him again? He was shooting at them! And Rikku couldn't fly when she had been able to not long before... This place was very strange. Was it normal for things like this to happen in Paixao?

She hesitated in making for the door, however--this was all far outside what she was used to, and if she were to get shot she would be of no help to anyone. This was frightening.

"Should we just keep following him until he calms down?"

Rikku folded her arms, her face set with determination. "Yeah, we'd probably better," she said, although as for when they'd go into the building and look for him, that was really up to her uncle carrying her. "I don't get it! He's never been like this before." Then again, she'd never been unable to fly before, either. "... You think maybe he's sick?" she thought aloud.

Braska looked between the two, considering their words. Sick...? Everyone seemed to be getting sick. People were talking about it all over the journals last he had checked. Rikku had lost the ability to fly (still something he had to get used to) and many others had just been feeling ill.

He wasn't entirely sure if it would work, but if he could get Stitch to sit still long enough, an Esuna might be able to do the trick. He hoped. If it didn't, he'd attempt a Dispel (in case it turned out to be a case of Berserk). If that didn't work, they would have to retreat for now. While Stitch was like this, he was too unpredictable, and he didn't want either of the girls to end up hurt.

"Let us follow. I think I might have something that should help him," Braska suggested, heading into the building. He looked around carefully for any sign of the blue creature, stopping in front of the table. He pretended as though he didn't see Stitch for a moment, but then gave his staff a small wave, a burst of soft light coming from beneath the table as he cast.

Rakka followed close at Braska's heels. The man seemed to know what he was doing, and it helped to keep Rakka calm. Really, she felt like panicking. People had been getting sick; Rakka hadn't had anything to eat since before the festival, and she was fine, if hungry. Maybe it was something in the food?

She peeked around from behind Braska, but as he seemed to have a plan, she remained quiet, watching Stitch from out of the corner of her eye, not quite sure just what she would be doing to help, just intent on helping.

Stitch watched the feet of the people walk around the room, feeling sure that his hiding place was good...he would attack when one got close enough. After a few moments, he saw the feet of one of them...Either Rakka's or the older gentleman, he couldn't tell. He crouched down, ready to pounce when a bright light surrounded him. Covering his eyes, he rolled into a ball and continued to hide. After a few moments, the light was gone....And he was back to normal...or at least as normal as he gets.

He slowly crawled out from under his table and looked up at the man, kind of scared of what was going to happen next.

"I've been a bad experiment..." He said, ears flattening against his head and looking down towards the ground, not wanting to look at his friends.

As Braska's spell went off, Rikku watched with bated breath for any sign that it had worked; her sign came in the form of Stitch crawling apologetically out from under the low table. Unable to wait, she wriggled free from her uncle and dropped to the floor, landing with considerably more agility than last time, and walked cautiously toward him (she didn't want to spook him, after all).

When she was close enough, she reached up and patted her blue friend firmly on the shoulder. "Aw, it's okay," she said. "Just as long as you're back to normal now, right? Everybody has bad days now and then." She offered him a sympathetic smile.

Well, it seemed that both Stitch and Rikku were feeling better. Turning to look at Rakka behind him, he gave her an encouraging smile, "He should be fine now, I think."

The rest was up to Rikku and Rakka, really. He had cured Stitch of whatever had caused his odd behavior, but it was obvious that he harbored feelings of regret for what he had done. Braska turned his head to regard his tiny niece once again. She's made good friends here, I think.

Oh, but he was in Rakka's way! He took a step to the side to let the girl pass before taking another back to give the three friends some room..

Rakka immediately moved toward her friends and got down on her knees to be closer to their level. She smiled encouragingly at the little blue alien. "I'm just glad you're back to normal!"

She offered a hug: they were always good for improving moods. At least, in Rakka's opinion they were.

That still left the question of what, exactly, had happened, however.

Stitch looked at his friends sadly, he hated the fact that he had returned to being his evil self.

"Thank you for following me, even if I didn't want you to." He said, smiling at Rikku and returning Rakka's hug. "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't followed me, or how long I would have been like that..."

"Hey, I said don't worry about it," said Rikku, joining the group hug with a grin. "We're just glad you're okay." A second later, she pulled away with a small hop and pointed enthusiastically up in the air. "Come on, gang! Let's blow this popsicle stand, k?"

Without waiting long for a response, she started back toward the door on foot, but she stopped as she was passing by Braska. "Oh! Thanks for your help~" she added to her uncle. Sure he was family and thus it probably wouldn't be too rude to forget to thank him, but she really thought she should anyway.

((ooc: Whoops, forgot I had this tag still D: uhhh end!tag = soon/now? y/n?))

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