06 | [Open] Please Come Help Kill This Monster

[talktothedoll]

Who: Mort Yokugawa, the monster he accidentally created, and whoever wants to come help him stop the thing.
Where: Various places around town, with the actual fight taking place in a park somewhere.
When: Early evening, October 10.
What: Mort accidentally created a monster and needs help bringing it down. Subthreads for tracking the monster, fighting the monster, and the aftermath inside.
Warnings: Monster-fighting might get messy.



When Mort woke up that morning, he had no way of knowing that today would be the day he'd accidentally manage to create a monster. He still wasn't too sure what had happened; he'd been examining the silver medal that had appeared in his pocket while he was visiting the Towers after showing it to Asuka, a coin slot had appeared on another bit of junk someone had left on his desk earlier that day, the medal had gone into the slot and created a monster somehow, that monster had been standing there before him. It had become quite agitated at all the screaming (Mort could really yell if he had to), trashed Mort's office, and exited through a window, leaving Mort stuck with one very big problem. He hoped others on the network would be able to help him out, because even if he somehow managed to keep track of the thing, he had no way of bringing it down.

((OOC: And this is the promised log portion of Mort's monstrous misadventure, with the call to arms network post here. I am not concerned with tagging order in the least. I'd prefer to keep the actual fight with the monster contained to one thread, and I'll NPC it as necessary. Other than that, go nuts, have fun, and please wait until I get the three subthreads up before tagging.))

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[talktothedoll]

The monster froze there for a moment, regarding Edgeworth like it was trying to make up its mind as to whether or not it wanted to finish the human off. At the sound of the footsteps chasing after it, it took off running.

Mort allowed his tiny grasshopper-like robot to follow after it while he rushed to check on Edgeworth. He couldn't leave a patient behind. "Are you all right?"

[truthandlogic]

Miles looks over when he hears Mort's voice, just to make absolutely sure whatever that was was gone. "I didn't exactly expect to be assaulted on my way to my car, but should be fine. Why were you chasing that person?"

[talktothedoll]

Mort shook his head. "That was no person." He hesitated a moment before continuing. "Some sort of monster spawned in my office this evening. We're trying to catch it before it can cause any more trouble."

[truthandlogic]

It definitely was more than a bit unsettling to hear his therapist say something so blatantly crazy. Monsters can't be real and things don't just spawn out of nowhere.

He doesn't get much of a chance to consider a response when he gets the feeling again, another echo? This time remembering some costumed blue... thing that he can't even identify hitting his other self over the head and while in some creepy place.

He feels a bit lightheaded after that and grabs at the side of the building as he hopes very much not to have a repeat of when he was with Karl and ending up passing out. It passes quickly enough at least and he looks fine soon after. "...I'd rather just not think about it. I've had enough horrors for one day and still have work to do."

[talktothedoll]

"You're sure you're all right?" Mort held up a finger. "Can you follow this with your eyes?" He'd caught that reaction to the lightheadedness, that sign that something wasn't right. He was concerned Edgeworth might have a concussion, and he wasn't about to leave until he'd confirmed otherwise.

[truthandlogic]

Because it was just a quick reaction to what happened in the memory he just got, he is actually mostly fine, outside of being a bit banged up and will be sore tomorrow. He has no problem looking at Mort's finger, and can follow it with his eyes just fine.

"Very sure. We can discuss the whys of that reaction at my next session."

[talktothedoll]

Mort seems satisfied there's no head injury, at least. "Sounds like a plan...although we may have to meet elsewhere. My office is in quite a state of disrepair right now." He turns to look in the direction the monster rampaged off in. Whatever happened, he needs to stop this thing.