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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 glances sideways at Matt. He's not sure what to make of the implications. If Matt saw him as a brother, that would be nice. None of his older half-siblings or step siblings ever paid attention to him.]

Thank you.

[pheromonecoffee]

[Close enough, right? A younger kid who relied on him or close enough...]

So no more running into monsters without me, right?

[orangehoodie]

I-I'll try. But I really wasn't running into them on purpose...

I was just trying to get to the store when they appeared out of nowhere!

[pheromonecoffee]

Call for help, then.

[inretribution]

I wasn't going to get someone in danger! Look at them, they're pointy!

[pheromonecoffee]

[This gets a laugh out of Matt.] I noticed.

[orangehoodie]

I didn't want them to go after anyone else.

... I'm sorry.

[pheromonecoffee]

If you're not hurt, there's nothing to be sorry about.

[orangehoodie]

I'm not hurt. Not badly... [He may have landed badly on his leg earlier but he thinks he's fine. It's not so much that he's limping.]

[pheromonecoffee]

[Matt will check him out when they get home.]

Be honest if you hurt yourself okay?

[orangehoodie]

[He doesn't say anything 8( But he slows down little by little as they go, and when they get home he's favoring his right leg and trying to keep weight off of it. He landed on it weird after all.]

[pheromonecoffee]

[Matt sits him down when they get there.] Not hurt, huh?

[orangehoodie]

... It isn't bad.

[He will sit though. It hurts.]

I just landed on it weird...

[pheromonecoffee]

Want to heal it, or should I call your dad about getting you to a doctor?

[orangehoodie]

I'd rather heal it.

Is anybody home right now? I don't want to startle anyone. It's pretty loud.

[pheromonecoffee]

Just us. They're at a friend's, I think.

[orangehoodie]

Okay.

[Then he will pull out his Evoker, kept as always, hidden in his jacket, and he pauses before he uses it.]

Are you okay?

[pheromonecoffee]

A little flattened, but nothing that needs healing.

[orangehoodie]

I-I'm sorry I jumped down on you.

[pheromonecoffee]

It's fine. You're not that heavy. I don't think I have any broken ribs.

[orangehoodie]

You really don't, right?? If you do I'll heal it right now--

[pheromonecoffee]

I really don't. Worst I'll have is a bruise or two.

[orangehoodie]

[He still looks worried, but he will nod and he will look around again before looking more worried.]

... I wonder if she'll fit here.

[pheromonecoffee]

Want to try the backyard?

[orangehoodie]

Wouldn't it get your aunt and uncle in trouble? I mean, if there was a giant monster in the backyard they'll know it's a number.