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014 | [Action | Inkside] | If only we had Derek Styles here...
regularbird wrote in ink_city
[... 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?]

*Ever since the audling incident, Ichigo's been keeping her katamari on hand as much as possible. She's not out looking for trouble; she just feels safer with a nice, good-sized sphere of stuff between her and whatever's out there.*

*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...*


*...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--*

[Sorry it had to be like this, Ichigo, but this is not the Mordecai you know. It's like a shell, really, going through the motions of having a vaguely bird-shaped body, mostly because the muscles wouldn't work if it was anything else. As such, it's moving pretty unnaturally, shuffling and slumping around, leaving behind drips and drags of ink.]

*And that...*

*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.*

[Stability is not the word of the day here, sorry. It's more... corruption. Somewhere in there is the City-weary reporter, but it's been pretty much taken over by whatever is causing people to becoming horrible inky monstrosities.

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.]


*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--*

[... it kinda is. Mostly. A little bit. But hey, maybe you'll get to meet him! 'cause he's heading your way.

*...What part of 'no no no no NO NO NO' do you not understand? (|¬_¬|)*

*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.*

[... Ichigo? Don't look back. Mordimonster is sprinting after you now. It's mostly out of instinct, in that he knows that whatever you're doing is interesting. And that he should pursue it.]

*What? Look back...?*


*...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.*


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