savetheearth | There are stranger things

Who: Emil and Chuck
What: A chance encounter/run in with a vermedi
Where: Out and about in Locke City
Warnings: Potential combat

Even with the turn in opinions lately, Emil's seen little reason to change his habits. There's nothing that a moment's walk can't take care of, even if it does involve turning aside people who want his opinion on things. Maybe later he'll manage to have something of interest to tell the interviewers, but right now he prefers to keep his thoughts to himself. It's easier that way, and so he simply continues on his way.

He does not, however, expect what he finds along the way. Oh, he knows that there are at least some manner of non-human beings around, but this looks like very nearly nothing so much as a loosely humanoid pile of fur. Almost like a yeti, but he knows very well that there's never been any scientific proof of their existence. And that makes whatever this is highly intriguing. Enough so that he does pause momentarily.

"What to make of you, I wonder?"

He's not really expecting an answer, just at the moment, but it's a question he feels needs to be asked all the same. Something that fits the situation at hand.

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Chuck was coming from the opposite side of the street, minding his own business as people usually do on normal city streets that aren't being occupied by crazy black fur creatures.

Unfortunately for him, this is not such a street. He stops dead in his tracks when he spots it--and even more when he notices someone else there. Ohhhh god. Is he...is he talking to it?

Chuck has no idea what this is, but every fiber of his being is screaming that it is bad news.

"Hey! What are you doing? Get out of here before it smashes you, man!"

Not so much to it as at it, perhaps, but yes. Which either means that he has a terribly cavalier attitude to the idea of danger or he's got something less of a sense about what is and isn't dangerous. He does, however, take a few steps back before he turns to look at Chuck.

"You'd rather it was going after you?"

It's true that Emil has no real weapons and isn't inclined to get into a fist fight with something that looks like an ambulatory ball of fur, but he's not sure he much likes the idea of leaving someone else behind to deal with it in his stead.

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"Uh, yeah?"

Chuck pulls up the hood of his sweater over his head. There aren't many people out right now, but with his involvement with the Keys and the mafia, the less chance he gives people to identify him with what he's about to do, the better.

"At least I can give it a fair fight!" he shouts, holding his arms out as his fists transform into much larger, robot ones.

The sound of the machines building out of him catch the vermedi's attention, but thankfully Chuck is prepared. Just as it begins to lumber towards him, he gives it a good sideways punch, smashing it into the wall of the nearest building on the street.

The sight of Chuck's fist transforming is almost entirely unexpected. True, Emil is well aware of the fact that there are people who have comparatively unusual abilities but the idea that flesh could be made metal is almost entirely new. And a little intriguing if he's honest with himself, but now is hardly the time to ask.

He only just manages to get out of the way of the vermedi's in time to not get caught up in either the charge or the corresponding smash. He's almost impressed too, despite himself.

Unfortunately, he doesn't exactly have any weapons of his own, and so he somewhat grudgingly takes up a position behind Chuck. He can't know for certain that the creature is out of the picture just yet and he'd likely only get in the way as things stand.

Chuck gets in a few solid hits on the vermedi, but then it recovers and begins to put up a good fight. He struggles against the vermedi's strength and grunts with the effort, the monster trying to push back and break free of Chuck's grip pinning it to the wall.

"I'm guessing you don't have anything that can help, do you?" he says over his shoulder to Emil, his voice strained.

A few seconds later, he decides he has to let go before this becomes a losing battle. Chuck lifts his arms, sending the thing hurtling towards him with its forward momentum. It gives him just enough time to rear back a massive fist and slam it into the monster's face. The vermedi is slammed back into the now cracking wall where Chuck first barreled into it.

Emil can't help but raise his eyebrows at the question, for all that the expression likely goes unseen. It's not an unreasonable question, but he really only has been around for a handful of months at best; if his other self had anything that could be considered useful, he hasn't seen them. Not unless he can use memories to fight, and he's pretty sure that that's well out of the scope of things hat anyone could echo back, much less himself.

(Not that he has a really good idea on who his other self is supposed to have been, yet, but even so he's pretty sure that memories can't make for weapons.)

"No, nothing as of y--" his voice trails off there, as the unmistakeable feeling of an Echo catches him by surprise. It takes a moment or three - and it's just as well that he's not actually involved in actual combat at the moment - but when the feeling finally fades something falls at his feet. Unfortunately, he hasn't got any idea what it is - it doesn't really look like much more that a thin tube of some sort that's closed at one end - but it's more than he had before and maybe that's something.

"Ah... perhaps. If I can figure out how this is meant to work."

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