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paixaorpg2011-05-12 10:16 pm
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Investigation: Paixao [active]
Character(s): Mao and Riku
Content: Mao and Riku go to look for the cause of the mysterious wormholes
Setting: Starting out in front of the St. Destino Hospital and then going all over
Time: Afternoon, Week 31
Warnings: Mao
He really hadn't been expecting Riku to agree to help him find the cause of the wormholes. Really, Mao hadn't expected anyone to want to help him in the first place. He guessed he didn't mind all that much when he thought about it. More help meant he would get this done quicker, and the sooner focus could get onto his wonderful honor student act.
Although... the more he thought about it, the more something about that began to bother him. His graffiti had been around for a long time, hadn't it? Not that Mao minded the chance for more people to witness his work, but something was a little off about it. He guessed some of it could be chalked up to the wormholes around making the cleanup harder for some people, but it didn't explain everything. It should all still be gone. In fact, this entire city should be cleaner than it had ever been before. Beryl would never let a place go vandalized like this if she could help it. It didn't matter if it was across a whole city or if there were wormholes everywhere, or if he had booby trapped every cleaning supply in the city--he hadn't this time, the plan coming together on short notice, but still. So why was it all still here?
Mao stood at the entrance to the run-down hospital that held his lab, waiting for Riku. His arms were crossed, his foot was tapping, and he really wished the other teen would just hurry up and get here already so he could get his mind off of Beryl.
Content: Mao and Riku go to look for the cause of the mysterious wormholes
Setting: Starting out in front of the St. Destino Hospital and then going all over
Time: Afternoon, Week 31
Warnings: Mao
He really hadn't been expecting Riku to agree to help him find the cause of the wormholes. Really, Mao hadn't expected anyone to want to help him in the first place. He guessed he didn't mind all that much when he thought about it. More help meant he would get this done quicker, and the sooner focus could get onto his wonderful honor student act.
Although... the more he thought about it, the more something about that began to bother him. His graffiti had been around for a long time, hadn't it? Not that Mao minded the chance for more people to witness his work, but something was a little off about it. He guessed some of it could be chalked up to the wormholes around making the cleanup harder for some people, but it didn't explain everything. It should all still be gone. In fact, this entire city should be cleaner than it had ever been before. Beryl would never let a place go vandalized like this if she could help it. It didn't matter if it was across a whole city or if there were wormholes everywhere, or if he had booby trapped every cleaning supply in the city--he hadn't this time, the plan coming together on short notice, but still. So why was it all still here?
Mao stood at the entrance to the run-down hospital that held his lab, waiting for Riku. His arms were crossed, his foot was tapping, and he really wished the other teen would just hurry up and get here already so he could get his mind off of Beryl.
Sounds good. :|b
Where were his notes, anyway? He assumed they were in his coat where he left them, but it didn't feel like his coat was around his shoulders. Had he lost it too? Damn... This was just getting better and better.
"I'm right here," the demon grumbled, and rolled over--or tried to. Mao frowned and attempted again, but the more he moved around, the more he realized that there was something wrong about it. Not just being unable to roll over--because he knew he could if he could move right--but... well, he wasn't able to move right!
Mao opened his eyes, having to blink a few times in order to get used to the bright sun beating down on them. The first thing he noticed was just how good his vision was. It was like he was still wearing his glasses, which didn't make any sense. Had something been done to them? Had they been experimented on? Was there any video? Then he noticed the white paw outstretched in front of him. Mao reached up to move it out of the way, hoping to shoo away whatever animal had come by to investigate, but was surprised to find that as he moved his hand, the paw moved as well.
No. No, it couldn't be. It was just a coincidence, right? Mao reached out again. The paw did the same. Mao's jaw hung open slightly as he gaped in silence, denial fading away as the realization of what had happened dawned on him. "No, no, no, no, NO!" he shouted, thrashing about in an attempt to right himself. "This can't be right! WHAT THE HELL?!"