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[orangehoodie]

who: ken and YOU
what: ken has run-ins with a couple of those weird aliens (the toothpicks and tokidoki), and YOU, the unfortunate passerby, gets caught up!!
when: March 30th and onwards; you can specify the date if you'd like!!
where: around town (the outskirts of the business district, near the library or school)
warnings: fighting? should be nothing out of the ordinary!

[toothpicks;]
[Weird monsters have been showing up around town. After running away from them on the 29th, Ken's resorted to carrying a broomstick around no matter how weird it may make him look. It'll be useful when he has to swat any of them away -- but even that wasn't enough preparation for angry pointy pieces of wood, so he has to run again, and so he does.

Towards YOU, though really he wasn't intending to. He's not paying the most attention to where he's going, and he scales a chain-link fence and jumps down, toward the sidewalk on the other side without looking. Straight toward your head.

Shit. He can't just turn back either, stuck in midair with toothpicks behind him--]

H-hey, look out!

[tokidoki and altoids;]
[Brushes can't protect you from powder, though, and the brush is how Ken gets a blast of mint dust in his face when he tried to swat the Altoid away with it. And it sucks, because he gasped and got it all in his nose and mouth and eyes and now his eyes are itchy and tearing up, his nose is sniffly, and his throat itches. And he can't stop the tears long enough to figure out where he is and which way is home. But he can see YOU, blurry figure standing not too far away, and he manages to make his way over to you.]

E-excuse me? [A tap on your elbow or shoulder or back. If you look down, toward him, it's a miserable looking thirteen-year-old who looks like he just got the Allergies from Hell.]

I'm trying to find my way home, but I got something like hay fever really badly and I can't see. If you have some time, could I ask for some help?

Comments

[orangehoodie]

[He's raising his broom to fight off those toothpicks when he sees--]

A sword!? Why do you carry a sword around?!

[mysteltinn]

[he makes a vague 'do you SEE what's chasing you?' gesture at the alien mouth cleanliness devices]

Really?

[orangehoodie]

[He gestures down the streets to nothing but]

Really! At this rate-- at this rate, the police are more dangerous than these things!

[mysteltinn]

That's what the bag is for!

[Owen your longterm self preservation skills suck]

[orangehoodie]

The bag can't-- aah, never mind, can you fight these guys, too?

[He raises his broom. Arguing about the sword comes later!!]

[mysteltinn]

Right, got it.

[He kicks the fence again, but this time it makes the toothpicks fall on their side. With a yell he at once starts hacking away at their foes- at least they're thin and easy to cut]

[orangehoodie]

[That's definitely helpful. With a broom, Ken can't do much, but after smashing a few to the ground and breaking them into pieces, he backs up, behind Owen, and reaches for the Evoker he keeps hidden.

The guy had a sword. That's gotta mean he's part of the network. He's gotta be--]

Nemesis!

[Watch out, Owen, that's some lightning falling your way! It won't hit you though.]

[mysteltinn]

[oh that's a monster and lightning and Owen screaming like a girl for a moment]

HOLY SHIT!?

[orangehoodie]

[Hey now, calm down, it's not like it was going to hit you.]

Sorry! It's okay, it's just me!

[mysteltinn]

...you can summon a giant lightning wheel? COOL!

[And he goes right back to attacking the monster, just... assuming Ken won't hit him]

[orangehoodie]

Her name is Nemesis! [Ken will do his best not to hit him , striking with another Zionga and causing a few more toothpicks to explode into splinters.]

... And I'm Ken.

[mysteltinn]

Owen!

[He sounds much too chipper as he dashes here and there, dancing around the lightning like it's just a show, not actual danger, slashing here and there]

Destined Numbered heroes meeting on the battlefield! Isn't that something!

[inretribution]

... Destined?!

[Owen's movements are scary. He's worried he'll hit the guy if he isn't careful -- but their coordination is pretty good, and after a little bit, he's grinning a little bit, too.]

How can you be so sure that we're heroes!

[mysteltinn]

[He turns to give the younger boy a thumbs up and a bright grin]

'Cuz the bad guys never look this good!

[orangehoodie]

... The bad guys in more recent shows look pretty good?!

[mysteltinn]

That's just to make the heroes look even better!

[orangehoodie]

I didn't realize it worked out that wa--

You're just making it up!

[mysteltinn]

[Owen looks shocked and dismayed by the accusation. So much so that a toothpick reaches him- only to get hit by stray lightning, to the point that Owen doesn't even notice.]

I never lie! I mean look at me, I'm a Hero and I sure as hell look great!

[orangehoodie]

[He's looking. He's looking while also making sure the area around Owen doesn't get too dangerous, and he huffs.]

People's good and bad aren't determined by the way they look!