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It wasn't until recently that Anthony finally gained an understanding for exactly how destructive, and annoying, the strange little monsters infesting the city were. Sure, he'd caught the news here and there and watched the network, but from a distance it didn't seem so bad. That was right up until his hoodie was set on fire while he was sitting on a curb taking a break. The heat and flash of flame were noticed quickly enough that Anthony was able to pat it out before it caused more than a singe, but even so the threat was clear enough. Now that he was back on the street for the time being, suddenly everything was more dangerous that ever before. Exactly what he wanted to deal with right now.

He jumped up, spotting the tiny lighter as it fled into the bushes. Foolishly Tony gave chase, intent to stomp out the animate lighter before it could cause more harm and of course blundered directly into the now burning bush. He gave a shout of surprise and pain, hopping away as he was singed and lightly burned. The fire spread quickly in the still-dry plant, too fast for him to reasonably attempt to put it out. Someone was just going to have to call the fire department or bring an extinguisher, because he certainly did not have any way of doing either of those things at the moment. Besides, as soon as he spotted that lighter moving off again he was after it like a dog on a scent.

Once a threat was established and an 'enemy' detected, something clicked over in his mind that Anthony just couldn't quite turn off. A level of focused aggression that was almost frightening when he wasn't in its thrall. The opportunity for a fight became the most thrilling thing he could imagine, even if only against a lighter that was mostly harmless until it caught something on fire. Eventually he was really going to need to learn how to control himself.

Unfortunately for him self control was the furthest thing from his mind, so as he gave chase again, this time over park benches, rails, and even out in the road completely blind to traffic. Eventually he lost sight of the lighter, but worked up as he was he was quick to go after any further nuisances he encountered. A mob of toothpicks, the occasional pencil erasing crosswalks, running away from exploding Altoids. You name it!

[OOC: Basically feel free to bump into Tony (or nearly run him over) at any point in his adventure against madness! IDK I am so bad at open posts please help yourselves.]

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Is it just me, or are these things getting worse? First lighters, then toothpicks and magical pencils? This is getting out of hand. Anyone got any tips for dealing with these things. A repellent, maybe?

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For whatever reason, L hadn't been as much of a target for the little possessed objects as others. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he was so neutral and low-key, or his tendency to stay inside, but he'd had to venture out today to talk to some contractors about buying the business that had been leveled during the Wise Snake fiasco and rebuilding it. The owners were glad to get anything at all for the heap of rubble and their model, and he was able to schedule building for late April. Therefore, he was already feeling better about future echo-prompted monetary windfalls and his ability to launder them.

The city was still under mini-siege, though. As he walked, the toothpicks at his ankles were beginning to grate on his nerves, so he hailed a taxi, giving the driver the address of Belle's apartment and settling in for the ride across town.

...Until the driver screeched to a halt when a man L recognized barreled out into traffic. Tossing a $20 at the driver, L hastily exited the vehicle.

"Hey... Anthony? You should... get out of the road," L suggested, staring at the man owlishly, now also the subject of the blaring horns and angry drivers.

Fire will work on the toothpicks and pencils, it might not give off a pleasant smell though. As for the lighters, anything that will prevent you from being burned and something strong enough to break the container.

I was hit by giant playing cards with weapons while out on a coffee run this past Sunday. So it's not just you.

That isn't even the HALF of it! That being said, magic fire did the trick for me. Are you alright?

I find swords work well for jsut about everything

Driving in the city was never a fun ordeal. It was too clogged with traffic especially now that that damned snake had wiped out so many of the roads. Detours here and there, automobiles honking at one another... It would have been so much nicer to avoid this congested abomination of an intersection. Ugh. Well, Alan finally was able to go once the light turned green and move at a reasonable speed for the city - around 25-30 miles per hour.

Ah yes, the car was a decent shell now that the city was going through God only knew what. Strange lighters and toothpicks walking here and there - Alan couldn't even begin to comprehend what they were, where they came from. But he knew that they were unpleasant to encounter, which was why he felt more relaxed once the traffic let up, once he could truly feel at ease in his protective car.

Suddenly, though, a person appeared in the middle of the street. Just like that. What the... Instincts kicking in first, Alan slammed on the breaks, loudly screeching his black car to a halt just as it bumped the person in question. Oh damn. This wasn't good. But - it wasn't Alan's fault. If the stupid boy just paid attention and didn't dart into the street like that, then this would have been avoided! Stupid, miscreant, selfish kid...

In a huff, Alan stepped out of his car to assess the damage. To the young man first, then to the car.

"Are you all right?" he said with slight alarm but considerable irritability.

[OOC: If you don't want Alan to have hit Tony with the car just let me know!]

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