[... then maybe some people would have actually received some medical treatment.
Hi, Ink City! Mordecai's not feeling so good. He seems to have forgotten exactly how to not drip ink everywhere as he shuffles aimlessly through the city, leaving a trail of blots behind him. His eyes are also pupil-less, one of the few all-white things about the former bird. Confront, Y/N?]
- 014 | [Action | Inkside] | If only we had Derek Styles here...
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2011-09-07 08:35 pm (UTC)
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2011-09-07 08:36 pm (UTC)
Standing there staring for a second or five, don't mind him]
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2011-09-07 08:37 pm (UTC)
He doesn't seem to notice the freak out, just sorta... cocking his head a bit in confusion.]
[Action | Inkside]
2011-09-07 09:41 pm (UTC)
Aaahhhhhh... hi!
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2011-09-07 09:46 pm (UTC)
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2011-09-07 09:49 pm (UTC)
[He might be backing away a bit. In fact he is backing away a step.]
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2011-09-07 10:14 pm (UTC)
And let out an unnatural, high-pitched scream. Hello, nightmares.]
[Action | Inkside]
2011-09-07 10:22 pm (UTC)
No, no, you still don't sound very chirpy. Listen just- just forget I brought it up.
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2011-09-07 10:23 pm (UTC)
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2011-09-07 10:30 pm (UTC)
Oh, sure, I see how it is. Fine, have it your way. But if you won't drop it, I will.
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2011-09-08 06:23 am (UTC)
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2011-09-08 06:35 am (UTC)
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2011-09-08 06:35 am (UTC)
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2011-09-08 06:54 am (UTC)
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2011-09-08 07:13 am (UTC)
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2011-09-13 02:10 am (UTC)
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2011-09-15 06:09 pm (UTC)
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2011-09-08 05:00 am (UTC)
*Given that Ink City is looking less and less like Ink City and more like Silent Hill...*
*However, Ichigo is not familiar enough with the survival horror genre to make that connection. She just knows she's getting really, really tired of black and white. And of random green things that mock their efforts. And creepy ink monsters wandering the streets instead of staying in the forest where they're supposed to be.*
*So when she starts seeing fresh splotches staining the ground, she almost turns right around and heads the other direction. But...! Just to be extra cautious, she carefully balances her katamari in place before carefully creeping to one side, juuuust enough that she can peer around it...*
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2011-09-08 05:05 am (UTC)
*...That can't be right. She's seeing things. Hallucinating. Only explanation.*
Muh... Miste--
*Don't. Say. A word. Saying something makes it real. And this-- this isn't--*
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2011-09-08 06:26 am (UTC)
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2011-09-08 06:48 am (UTC)
*That helps her keep telling herself that it's not him, as she ducks back behind her katamari and tries to stop shaking. It's not him. It just... just looks like him, be-because... because the ink monsters have a sick sense of humor, is all! T-that, or that... that thing's just trying to imitate one of the strongest, most reliable, stable people around...*
*...Yeah. That has to be it. Stupid thing's breaking down and wants to be more stable. That's all.*
[Action | Inkside]
2011-09-08 06:56 am (UTC)
Speaking of, hey! Do you like unnatural sounds? Because whatever is coming from ink!Mordi's beak is not what's supposed to be coming out of anybody's mouth. Ever.]
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2011-09-08 07:05 am (UTC)
*Cowering behind the cover of her katamari, she clutches the sides of her head and tries to will the not-Mordecai away. That's not him. That's not him. That's not him that's not him that's not him that's not him no no no no no NO NO NO--*
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2011-09-13 02:11 am (UTC)
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2011-09-13 03:47 am (UTC)
*Not that it matters much. After all, Ichi's 'flight' instinct has just kicked in, and she's rapidly rolling her katamari away.*
*...She could try and take him out, but... no. No no no.*
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2011-09-13 03:52 am (UTC)
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2011-09-13 04:04 am (UTC)
*........*
*...Oh. Oh, Uncle, where are you when she needs you most? What she wouldn't give for a Royal Rainbow now -- or better yet, some sign of the real Mordecai!*
*In lieu of either, however, running is a good plan, too. A very, very good plan.*
2011-09-08 08:53 am (UTC)
...so, no. She's not going to confront. She's going to float a safe distance away, and watch.]
2011-09-13 02:12 am (UTC)
Time to go investigate the tiny floating thing.]
2011-09-13 04:41 am (UTC)
Can you fly, Mordezombie? Could you even fly in a non-inky state? Because you're going to need to if you want to get your drippy undead feathers on her.]
[Action]
2011-09-11 11:49 pm (UTC)
That's what the ink creature formerly known as Benson had been doing since his accident. But the somewhat familiar figure of an inky Mordi has caught him off guard, bringing back scraps of memories and a flash of cognizance.
He approaches, trying to say his name but only managing a faint gurgle.]
[Action] wweh
2011-09-13 02:15 am (UTC)
B... ben...son...?
[Action] baww
2011-09-13 02:42 am (UTC)
Mordecai!
[He's suddenly aware of what's happened to them, and a flash of regret and horror takes hold.
Mordecai! What happened to us?!
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left, I wanted to help-
Mordecai...?]
[He realizes he hasn't said anything, and his second attempt at vocalization is strangled with ink.]
ghkk...
[Benson's expression is pained- he wants to talk clearly, but his body isn't working right.]
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2011-09-13 03:54 am (UTC)
It's like watching one of those classic sci-fi robots try to compile a logic bomb: they just stand there, idling, not quite sure what to do next.]
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2011-09-13 05:32 am (UTC)
Even the urgency starts to vanish, and he growls in frustration. He remembers their names, at least.. But WHO they are is starting to become confusing.]