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"Kelsey? The woman we were just talking to?" Louie asked, glancing back towards the special wargame table for a moment. "She's an evildoer? A bad guy? Then let's just do it!" the trainer suggested, clenching his fists.
"We're supposed to be heroes, right? Then why are we allowing other people to force us to sit back while bad guys are walking free? This is ridiculous!" Louie added.
"Did you forget the part where he tried to get you arrested as a dumb prank? For that alone we would've been in the right to stun him and put him in a cell for the night to teach him a lesson. If anything we've been extremely lenient with him" the militia member told Morty simply, shaking his head.
Greg looked over with his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Whoa, that's been tiring you this whole time? Why didn't you say something earlier? Yeah, take a break" Greg said, sounding slightly concerned for Makoto. He moved over to the little side office room at the front, and rummaged around in some bags. "Um, let's see. Unfortunately we already ate most of what we had here, but..." the militia member trailed off, and then wandered back to Makoto with some things in hand.
"Got a bottle of vitamin water that's about... Three fourths still full? And a granola bar, if you want" Greg offered, holding up the aforementioned items.
edited 27th Oct '17 11:03:33 PM by FirockFinion
"I just... didn't think it'd catch up to me this fast. I usually summon it in short bursts or just to ride around on. I guess I don't have as much endurance for this kind of work," Makoto explained to Greg, looked embarrassed. She wasn't really worried about permanently hurting herself since she'd just pass out if she went too far anyway. The prospect of food, even if it was bland and probably kind of old, was enough to get her attention when he showed it to her.
"Thank you, I'll take whatever's available..." Makoto accepted the granola bar and water and finished them in only a few minutes. It helped a little, but she was still pretty drained. If she just went back to doing the same thing as before, she'd wear herself out even faster. "Okay, I might need more than a few minutes to recover," she admitted with a sigh, pushing her mask up so it was resting on her forehead.
Eve | Arcade | Mo-mo-mo-ment Killer
Eve looked at Arcade, and straightforwardly summed up her thoughts. "That's sad," she said. "But it doesn’t matter, because I'm happy to see you." When Ben came over, she looked at him too, noticing he seemed off. "I'm fine, Arcade thinks he's worthless and nobody likes him, and is wrong, and what's wrong with you?" she asked.
Eve shook her head at Louie. "It's not that straightforward, Louie," she explained. "Kelsey was brainwashed, and now she... isn't coping well with what she did. She tries to help, but it very rarely works out. She's....damaged," Eve said, in a tone of someone who empathised, and knew what it was like, "and she doesn't know what to do anymore. She'll work it out, I'm sure, but it will take time, and locking her up without proper psychological help isn't going to do anything good. She needs to work out who she is now, without the influence of anyone, except possibly Miss Tairee," Eve finished gently.
edited 28th Oct '17 5:17:37 AM by secretlyasuperhero
Arcade reacted to Eve's words like he'd just been tased. He stared at her, stunned into silence— he wasn't kidding when he said he wasn't used to hearing that. He had no idea what was going on with whoever they were talking about, so instead stayed quiet.
Anyone else, the bluenette would probably take the insult seriously and it would rebound a few times around her. From a man of such brittle moral fiber however, it was nothing but the yapping of a cornered dog.
Though, to be fair, she could have probably worded herself better. And then it turned out that Caboose didn't actually mean to help her. Well, he did, but for completely different reasons. Two could appreciate it all the same.
"No, we are fine." She replied when the Militiamen showed up, sitting up now that she didn't need to hold Jackson down and brushing some of the flour off herself. "The man however has the right of it; he ran like a criminal, but he was being shot at. What are his transgressions that you're searching for him, sirs?"
"Well I can't say I'm surprised to hear of such events. This city seems quite chaotic. Well, the only thing I need for you to do is if you could perhaps advocate for an appeal. I'm, of course, locked away here with no trial. Now, I've expressed a willingness to cooperate with these brutes for the good of the city but I'd rather be unimprisoned while doing so." the Riddler said, hoping to convey with subtext to Garrett that he still very much to be broken out.
"While I can't do much for you in here, let me know if you need anything."
"That's alright, take whatever time you need" Greg said with a nod, then moved away to get back to coordinating what work they could without Anat.
Samson moved over to stand near Makoto in the meantime. "So what is that robot thing anyway? Why does using it tire you out?" Samson asked her, sounding a bit curious.
Louie's expression eased and he stopped clenching his fist, looking almost a little guilty after Eve made her points. Though he looked a bit incredulous after she brought up Miss Tairee. "The librarian, working for the bad guy? Why her?" Louie asked.
Nails looked uncertain at first what Two meant, but then it seemed to click with him. "Oh, sorry we couldn't explain first. We didn't want him to get away" Nails said in an apologetic way. "He was a member of Ruckus, a dangerous cult that was causing havoc in the city. Even after they were gone, he's still been going around preying on women. He's got no powers, but he's wily, and he has that butterfly knife when he comes back to life, so he's basically always armed and dangerous; more dangerous than he probably appears" the militia member went on.
"He was one of the demon's top lieutenants even, if I'm not mistaken" Phillips added.
Nails then finally looked at Caboose, and raised his eyebrows. "A spartan?!" Nails exclaimed in surprise.
A demonic cult's prominent figure? And here Two thought that the man was just a simple deviant. "I see. Have other members of the cult been apprehended? Perhaps we could help you with that." She offered with a smile, trying to get the last of the flour off.
It seemed Caboose's presence also brought some attention to the Militiamen. "His name is Caboose. Without him the deviant would probably have slipped away. My name is Two, by the way." The bluenette nodded, a little sheepishly that only now she was getting to the introductions.
Makoto was sitting with her back against a wall, watching the rest of the militia work on the ship when Samson asked her a question. Oh right, she hadn't really explained her abilities at all. She couldn't do much until Rex got back or she went out to get something else to eat anyway, so she might as well take the time to do that now.
"That was Anat, my Persona," she said. "I don't know all of the details, but Personas are manifestations of someone's true self, all of the good and bad things they are at their core that they've learned to accept and control. It's the power that's hidden beneath the "masks" that people wear every day." She touched the mask she was wearing for emphasis. Morgana had called them spirits of rebellion, but she wasn't sure if that applied to everyone or just the way the Phantom Thieves had awakened their own.
"Since Anat is an extension of myself, it takes some energy to use it to fight or do anything else. If Anat gets hurt, I can feel that too, so I suppose its a double edged sword if I'm not careful."
Judging by her silence, Caboose concluded that Two completely bought his lie. Letting go of Jackson now that he fell asleep, the blue soldier looked at Nails and said "I think that's bad... it is bad, right?" The last part was directed at Two.
But then Nails called him something that sounded familiar to the sim trooper. He couldn't quite place it though. But there was one thing Caboose did know about Spartans. "No, I'm not a spartan," he said with certainty. "I'm a sim trooper. I don't know any Spartans, though I think Sarge might have met some back when he jumped down from high ships. I don't know how he got to ancient Greece but he said he worked with some."
Lewis - Prison (cells) - ha ha whoops apparently we're not shitting things up just yet
Y'know, this was getting kinda boring. Like, this exchange had barely started and I already felt like I'd been here three days.
Considering I'd probably space out and end up brooding on something or another otherwise, I tried thinking of something to do. Bother Ben? No, I was pretty sure this phone made you put calls on hold if you wanted to text during them. Kinda made me wish I'd kept the radio, in retrospect. Wander off and try to find the kitchen this place surely was supposed to have? Would the militia hold my phone as 'evidence' for...something? Maybe that was the paranoid part of me talking but I'd lost enough phones, damn it. If I did prepare something, would it still be warm if I then kept it in the bag to hold onto until that celebration we said we were going to have for bringing the lamias back ah great I'm on the mindscape again
"Hey, you guys got a kitchen?" I asked the guards (pigs as police? No, no, don't judge). "I owe someone lunch. And I want my phone back when these bozos are done, or else someone's getting chewed out"
The alpaca seemed completely okay with the turn of events around it, and kept being petted by Yoshika.
If there was anything to gain from her botched kidnapping/murder attempt, it was that there were some foods that were enjoyable enough to power through her entire lack of desire.
"But, they simply play things by request," as they came up to the big, fancy selection touch screen dealio at one of the empty theatres. She capped it off with a little sing-song voice as she put the actor's name in. "Whether or not there are infinite universes with him in it, we can enjoy lit-ter-a-lee any film of his we want~"
Like a never-ending torrent of pictures of Asian people, the entire filmography of the man of the hour appeared as posters in front of them, along with some ones that might not seem readily familiar to either. Who knew that somewhere else in the multiverse, Jackie Chan Adventures was made into a 27 part live-action film series.
"While you decide, I've seen all of these, tell me about this friend of yours, Miku. Is she also into the martial arts?"
Outside the prison (maybe?) — Don't close any of the doors just in case
Wait a minute... wasn't Rex forgetting about something? Right, Makoto was probably still expecting Rex to bring her food. Whoops, better tell her about the change of plans.
"With this, we've caught two of the three top members of Ruckus. The third is... A little more complicated" Phillips said to Two, in a tone of frustration that suggested he had his own, differing opinion on that.
Nails however, was completely caught on a different topic. "Caboose!?" Nails exclaimed, his tone and expression part awe, part horrified, and all surprised.
"... Is this another one of those fictional characters you know?" Phillip asked his partner after a brief pause.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Well, sort of" Nails responded, turning to Phillip. "It's a series in my universe, but I've only seen the first few seasons. So unless he's from around then, this might be out of my league" the militia member explained to the other.
"Persona... Personification... I get it" Samson muttered, mulling over what Makoto just told him. "So the big robot with wheels is a representation of who you really are, on the inside?" he asked, somewhat rhetorically for clarification.
"... Must be something about people in your universe. Are other people's 'Persona' like that too? Big robots?" Samson then added.
The two human militia members that had escorted Lewis there turned to him. "Wait, you want to cook something, while waiting for these guys to finish?" one of them asked, then they looked at each other briefly. "... I, suppose that would be okay? Put your phone down on the chair I guess, then come with us" he decided, a bit hesitantly, and prepared to escort Lewis to the 'employee' area of the prison, near where their barracks and rec room were. There they would show him to the industrial kitchen area that was meant for cooking prisoner meals; it clearly hadn't been used at all today.
"Wells doesn't want us wasting time, so we just grab food that's ready to eat from the grocery, mainly. We also raided the pantry here already, but you're welcome to whatever's leftover" the militia member mentioned to Lewis. That seemed to mainly entail frozen and refrigerated food that was of, well, prison food quality; which is to say, not very good.
edited 28th Oct '17 11:15:52 PM by FirockFinion
"Uh, it's a very metaphorical, abstract representation based on the subconscious mind," Makoto said, not wanting Samson to get the wrong idea. "I guess I was more interested in my sister's motorcycle than I thought I was..." She rubbed her chin. "Anyway, the Persona I've seen are all pretty strange, but they tend to base themselves off of preexisting ideas, like gods, myths, and old story characters."
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out to read the text message. What she read scared her for a second, but then she realized that if Rex was texting, he was most likely okay after the crash. Either that, or he died on impact and re-spawned, but wouldn't he have mentioned that? The lack of food was disappointing though, but he was going to make it up with... a movie? She didn't even know there was a movie theater. That sounded... okay.
"Rex probably isn't coming back for a while, he's at the prison again dealing with something most likely related to Silanea," she said to Samson, putting the phone away. "And if there's no more food for anyone, I think I have enough left in me to go out and get something to bring back here if we need to restock." It would give her something productive to do besides sit and watch, at least.
edited 28th Oct '17 11:41:20 PM by ScorpioRat
Eve| Arcade | Someone Needs A Self-Esteem Boost
Eve looked at Arcade and poked him in the ribs, not saying anything, before she looked at Louie. "For all that the Writer is a horrible....whatever, I think Miss Tairee honestly wants to help us. She's just bound by rules, same as us. I think if we asked her, she'd help Kelsey out in an instant."
Lewis - Prison - It's Bullshit Your Way Through a Kitchen Scene O' Clock
It was a weird request to the guards, but they rolled with it. I floated out of my seat, accidentally bumping my phone off the chair's arm, narrowly caught it ("oh shit") and set it in the center of the seat cushion. Kind of a shame, it was one of the nicer chairs I'd made, but eh.
...I had to confess, though, I could use some more experience with an industrial kitchen. That happened when someone had to be manning the tables, and the family business has been a little understaffed for as long as you can remember, and your parents agreed to be the ones cooking the actual meals for customers (as they were more experienced in, by virtue of age) while you tried to decide whether you wanted to take over the place and follow in their footsteps or do something new, besides you can handle the girls can't you, better the one who can afford to divert their attention from the sharp objects and open flame, no prob Mom I'm expecting friends over anyway Paprika stay out of the butter thank you. Not to say I didn't know how to work in one, I'd spent as many hours in the restaurant kitchen as in our home kitchen and actually used it in a decent portion of those, I just wasn't quite as familiar with them as I'd wish, compared to a home kitchen. I could make do. In fact, I kinda liked this.
Granted, this was a prison, which didn't exactly suggest prestige in this area, but if it works it works.
I gave a nod to the two militiamen, while sliding the cache of ingredients from earlier onto the center table, sorting them by which were being used for what. That was a stew, that was jerky, that was going to take too long to marinate and the militia was likely to take issue with it. Didn't think that one through, whoops. Just to see if there was anything, I checked the place's stores for anything else I could take advantage of, but nothing stuck out as being the desired freshness. Oh well. Not exactly a loss, was it.
I went around appraising the wares. Nothing special, but they were decent quality for what you'd expect from a facility modeled after a facility that probably doesn't get enough government funding and can't really afford to spend on top of the line kitchen equipment instead of preventing breakouts or paying the staff.
First order of business: dice the wait no my hands are probably nasty. I probably could have just set my hands on fire to the same effect, but the ancient ritual of washing one's hands apparently hadn't left me, and I couldn't help but default to it.
Second order of business: apron. With a thought I had one, over an outfit I hadn't worn in almost a week. It just felt too dissonant doing this in full dress.
Caboose looked at Nails for a few seconds in a way that might suggest deep thought before saying "Well I'm way older than six, so there must be over... 23 seasons in my life. Seeing the first few seasons of me would mean you saw me as a baby... was I a cute baby?"
So Jackson was a second high member of this Ruckus, and one more was left. "What is so strange about the third one?" Two asked.
And then the other Militiaman nearly freaked out when it turned out that Caboose is, in fact, Caboose. "Series...? Is Caboose famous back in his world?" She questioned, a little confused. There was a bag of groceries in her hand again, likely acquired somewhere in the middle of the conversation.
Arcade flinched away from Eve's poke, more out of surprise than anything else. That did manage to jump-start his mind a little bit, and he finally caught up with the conversation. Of course, he only zeroed in on one word.
"Brainwashed?" he muttered, "how... what do you mea- how was...?" There was a definite flash of guilt on his face as he asked.
Over the phone, Garrett could hear the prison guards mocking the Riddler. Well, he couldn't fully disagree with them... the Riddler hadn't struck him as an entirely sane or reasonable individual. Still... sure, he could just leave the weirdo hanging, but that wouldn't have been very loyal. Garrett hadn't built up a reputation in his home city's underworld by failing to occasionally give a helping hand.
To the Riddler's unspoken request, Garrett replied: "I see what you mean. Don't lose hope. ...I mean, maybe they can be persuaded to go easier on you." Guess I'm gonna have to work on some way to sneak into the prison. Easier said than done. If only I had some intel about the inside...
"By the way... if you like riddles, how 'bout today's one? Nobody seems to know what today's theme is supposed to be, but it sure seems dangerous... the plaques say something about keeping the city from exploding. About the only unusual thing I've noticed about the city today are those vertical poles everywhere... twenty feet tall or so... with books attached to the top of each one."
"...Say... You don't suppose they are bombs or something similar? Any thoughts?"
edited 29th Oct '17 12:37:24 PM by Korodzik
Eve | Arcade | Clearing Things Up
"Not by Despair," Eve explained. "Before you came to the City, there was a... a demon, I suppose. He twisted Kelsey's mind. He's gone now, but some of what he did had long lasting effects."
Arcade flinched at the mention of Despair, but Eve's attempts at clearing the record didn't make him much more comfortable. "There... there was another demon here?" he asked, "how many of these things have there been?"
He didn't really want to mention just how much he understood Kelsey, and he certainly didn't want to mention how terrified that made him. If there was going to be some kind of support group for brainwashed demon cultists, he wouldn't be going.
After being so unceremoniously dumped like yesterday's trash, Kokichi lay face-down on the Library floor for a while longer. Eventually his senses came back to him and he dragged himself to his feet.
Not wanting to seem the loser, Kokichi made his way towards the center desks, sauntering like he wasn't just on the floor barely alive.
"Long time no see!" He said to the Tairee behind the desks. "Hope you didn't miss me too much. Now I have to get going - have a lot of things on the back-burner to deal with - but a question: just what is going to happen today?"
Prison, Riddler's cell
"We don't have a system for trials, and the only person to appeal to is Wells. This place is only going to exist for a month; we don't have the time to set those up" the lead pig orc stated, folding his arms.
"Of course he's not coming back. Figures" Samson muttered in an angry tone after Makoto mentioned that Rex was at the prison. "... So, does everybody in your universe have these 'Persona'? My universe doesn't have anything like that" the militia member added.
When Makoto brought up the idea of going out for food, Samson hummed and thought. "Well, Phillip and Nails were on grocery running duty, but it seems like they encountered Jackson at the grocery store. If you think you could go out and come back sooner than they'd happen to stop by here, I suppose" Samson explained to her.
"... I suppose she did heal up my pokemon when I asked" Louie muttered, glancing down, but was still frowning. "You should have heard the way she was talking to somebody else though. She thinks we're not real heroes" the trainer added, as a way to explain his dislike of her.
The conversation shifted, and Louie raised an eyebrow. "A demon?" Louie asked simply.
"Oh, uh... I guess you two are new. It's kind of complicated" Nails said in a somewhat nervous tone.
"Universes show up in other universes as fiction. It's not that complicated" Phillips stated bluntly, then looked to Two. "It's a lady who was supposedly forced along with the cult in some way, and I guess is sorry for it now. Wells still thinks it would be best for her to be in jail, but last we knew she was dragged off by the super soldier Marcus, and I don't think he's going to hand her over" the militia member explained to answer Two's other question.
Kokichi probably couldn't tell, but the only reason he had woken up so quickly was because the Miss Tairee at the central desks had used the healing device on her arm on him briefly. After he wandered up to the desks, she looked at him with a somewhat dull expression, one eyebrow up slightly. "I can't tell you" Miss Tairee said simply in a neutral tone.
edited 29th Oct '17 7:02:42 PM by FirockFinion
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