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recolle2018-09-05 10:29 pm
frostythehitman) wrote in recolle2018-09-05 10:29 pm
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how many arm puns can i possibly cram in here
WHO: James and YOU!
WHERE: throughout Recolle
WHEN: throughout the month, both before and after 9/5
WHAT: James's arm has gone rogue around the city and he needs help capturing it. Also, smashing guitars, fighting robo-mannequin-friends, and being a hot mess in general.
WARNINGS: extremely stupid antics
1. flyers may be old-school but they're still handy [before 9/5]
[ When you head out into the world on September 3rd, you may notice that a flyer has been posted on damn near every surface: electricity poles, street lamps, bus stops, probably the front door to your local coffee shop or apartment building or office. It's everywhere--often multiple posters in the same spot.
And if your timing is just right, you may notice one (1) James Barnes, wearing the older, bulkier version of his metallic arm, with what looks like an entire ream's worth of paper flyers, continuing to stick them on any flat surface in sight. In between posting flyers, though, you might hear James calling for the arm as if it's a lost pet. ]
Heeeere, arm-y, arm-y, arm...!
[ He's trying to keep quiet about that part, at least, because he recognizes how ridiculous he sounds. ]
2. a. it's a harmful armful [any time]
[ Or maybe you run into the arm before you ever run into James. It doesn't matter when, or where you are, because the arm is, for how conspicuous it is, deceptively sneaky. Maybe it silently crawls up behind you on its fingertips live a five-legged spider and latches onto your leg like a dead weight. Maybe it outright flies out of nowhere to smack your coffee on the ground and sucker punch you in the jaw. Maybe it just drops on you from overhead, like an anvil out of an old cartoon.
Either way, it's here, it's disruptive, and it's trying to hurt you, like a feral dog. ]
2. b. the extarminator [after 9/5]
[ By now, the posters have become nearly-illegible in the digitization process, but the arm is still on the loose. Right now, in fact, it's fighting off a few of the virus bugs trying to attack a few of the ex-Retrospeccer NPCs--perhaps ones who are particularly close to you.
(James is a few blocks away, completely unaware that his arm is currently leading its own crimefighting vigilante lifestyle.) ]
2. c. james vs an armada of mannequins [after 9/5]
[ James has managed to find his arm again and reattach it (at least for the moment) by the time he's made his way down the A1 tunnel and wandered into the museum of Recolle life past and recent-past. But now he finds himself surrounded by some of those former Retrospec friends who seem to have disappeared entirely. A robotic version of Ami manages to get a good swipe at him that forces him to fall hard on his shoulder--dislodging his arm again.
Now his arm is crawling off once again, punching other mannequins hard enough to send sparks flying (and leave the arm smoking dangerously). And James...well, James is now down an arm and doing his best to make up for it, but fighting back just gets him electrocuted. ]
Get any closer to me, and I'll turn you into a bucket of bolts!
[ Which is just talk, considering James is looking pretty cornered right now. ]
3. all the rockstars are doing it! [like mid-month or smth?]
[ The arm drama is finally over (for now. probably. maybe.), which is great, because now James is trying to be subtle.
...Which is how he can be found behind a dumpster near Recolle High and RU, hoisting his now-pixelated guitar over his head and smashing it down onto the ground in an unholy cacophany. A cat is probably yowling somewhere. Pixels fly off the edge of his guitar.
Do you dare try to get him to cease the racket? Or perhaps help him in his quest for distruction? ]
WHERE: throughout Recolle
WHEN: throughout the month, both before and after 9/5
WHAT: James's arm has gone rogue around the city and he needs help capturing it. Also, smashing guitars, fighting robo-mannequin-friends, and being a hot mess in general.
WARNINGS: extremely stupid antics
1. flyers may be old-school but they're still handy [before 9/5]
[ When you head out into the world on September 3rd, you may notice that a flyer has been posted on damn near every surface: electricity poles, street lamps, bus stops, probably the front door to your local coffee shop or apartment building or office. It's everywhere--often multiple posters in the same spot.
And if your timing is just right, you may notice one (1) James Barnes, wearing the older, bulkier version of his metallic arm, with what looks like an entire ream's worth of paper flyers, continuing to stick them on any flat surface in sight. In between posting flyers, though, you might hear James calling for the arm as if it's a lost pet. ]
Heeeere, arm-y, arm-y, arm...!
[ He's trying to keep quiet about that part, at least, because he recognizes how ridiculous he sounds. ]
2. a. it's a harmful armful [any time]
[ Or maybe you run into the arm before you ever run into James. It doesn't matter when, or where you are, because the arm is, for how conspicuous it is, deceptively sneaky. Maybe it silently crawls up behind you on its fingertips live a five-legged spider and latches onto your leg like a dead weight. Maybe it outright flies out of nowhere to smack your coffee on the ground and sucker punch you in the jaw. Maybe it just drops on you from overhead, like an anvil out of an old cartoon.
Either way, it's here, it's disruptive, and it's trying to hurt you, like a feral dog. ]
2. b. the extarminator [after 9/5]
[ By now, the posters have become nearly-illegible in the digitization process, but the arm is still on the loose. Right now, in fact, it's fighting off a few of the virus bugs trying to attack a few of the ex-Retrospeccer NPCs--perhaps ones who are particularly close to you.
(James is a few blocks away, completely unaware that his arm is currently leading its own crimefighting vigilante lifestyle.) ]
2. c. james vs an armada of mannequins [after 9/5]
[ James has managed to find his arm again and reattach it (at least for the moment) by the time he's made his way down the A1 tunnel and wandered into the museum of Recolle life past and recent-past. But now he finds himself surrounded by some of those former Retrospec friends who seem to have disappeared entirely. A robotic version of Ami manages to get a good swipe at him that forces him to fall hard on his shoulder--dislodging his arm again.
Now his arm is crawling off once again, punching other mannequins hard enough to send sparks flying (and leave the arm smoking dangerously). And James...well, James is now down an arm and doing his best to make up for it, but fighting back just gets him electrocuted. ]
Get any closer to me, and I'll turn you into a bucket of bolts!
[ Which is just talk, considering James is looking pretty cornered right now. ]
3. all the rockstars are doing it! [like mid-month or smth?]
[ The arm drama is finally over (for now. probably. maybe.), which is great, because now James is trying to be subtle.
...Which is how he can be found behind a dumpster near Recolle High and RU, hoisting his now-pixelated guitar over his head and smashing it down onto the ground in an unholy cacophany. A cat is probably yowling somewhere. Pixels fly off the edge of his guitar.
Do you dare try to get him to cease the racket? Or perhaps help him in his quest for distruction? ]
2a (and possibly part of b?)
A rogue robot arm going around being a nuisance to people with a sword.
And while maybe this was partially Xiaolang's fault for carrying it around all willy nilly these days (without NPCs to be freaked out over it, and all the bugs about, it just seemed like a good idea at the time), he's going to be responsible about it and make sure it doesn't do any damage...
... if he can catch it first, that is. For a dismembered metal limb, it moved WAY too quickly than it should.]
STOP--!
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James is grateful for that, though, because the sound of the car alarm acts as a beacon. He doesn't know what he's looking for right now, so anything unusual is enough of a lead for him to follow. And right now, as he rounds the corner of the block to see the blaring car and the sword-wielding arm, that lead has come through.
He runs toward it--but not too close, because fuck getting sliced up by a sword. He is not about to get his other arm chopped off too, thanks. ]
Who gave it a sword?!
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Xiaolang opens his mouth, to try to get his attention and see what the hell was going on, but his exclamation gets him to sputter.]
I-I didn't GIVE it a-- it took it from me!
[He dances away from the blade as it swings towards him again, putting the vehicle between the two as he yells over the alarm.]
I thought you fixed your arm already!!
[AT LEAST, THAT'S WHAT HE ASSUMES.... John never contacted him back during the body swap, anyway.]
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[ He gestures at the arm. The forearm rises and the fist, still brandishing the sword, faces James first, then Xiaolang. Then James, then Xiaolang. As though it's looking back and forth between them and trying to decide where to go. ]
Why were you even carrying around a sword in the first place?!
[ The arm finally decides to fling itself at Xiaolang, blade first. ]
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No, Xiaolang, that's definitely not the problem here]Have you seen the things crawling around the city recently?! I wasn't about to go against those things unprotected--!
[But his words cut off with a small yelp, his quick reflexes kicking in to somersault hastily away from his own blade. A second or so slower, and he would have been joining the amputee club with Bucky, no doubt-- not that he escapes entirely unscathed, though. The sword came close enough to nick through the upper arm of his jacket, grazing a small cut there in the process. Gritting his teeth, his leg lashes out to try to kick the limb away, because clearly!! The best thing to do when menaced by a crazy robotic arm is to attack it yourself!!]
Don't you have any way to remotely control this thing?!!
[... granted, if he did, they wouldn't be in this situation right now, but maybe he just had to be in proper range??]
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Don't damage it, I've only got one of those!
I don't know if I can remote control it--if it was that easy, don't you think I would've done it by now?!
[ James snatches up the arm from where it's currently twitching on the sidewalk, but it soon gets its bearings again and manages to swing itself around until it hooks around the two wires of the current, bulkier arm model he's wearing. It gives a good yank, and the two wires are pulled out. James's left arm goes dead like a wet napkin and the rogue arm jumps out of his grasp to crawl along the ground on all five fingers. It's going straight for Xiaolang. ]
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I won't if you keep it under control!
[He lifts himself from the ground, patting the nick on his arm, looking at the robotic limb in James' hands with no little amount of distaste.]
It doesn't matter. See if you can hold it down and maybe we can see if we can go from--
[But his words are quickly cut off as the arm seems to reawaken, immobilizing the other boy's limb effortlessly, and starts gunning towards Xiaolang, much to his horror. It was a little less deadly without a sharp object in hand, but it didn't change the fact that it straight-up disabled James like it was nothing. Biting back a curse, he hastily takes a few steps back, hands diving into one of his pockets and searching before pulling out an intricate slip of paper. As cool as the arm was, it was a threat to them both, and he wasn't about to take any chances.]
THUNDER!
[The talisman begins to crackle with live electricity, and Xiaolang wastes no time hurling the paper towards the advancing limb. Whether it actually hits, though, is another thing entirely.]
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Really, he's just trying to check if it's broken. Too bad he doesn't know shit about mechanics or engineering. ]
Damn, I can't tell how badly it's messed up now...
At least it's done attacking though. For now.
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Carefully, he treads over to where James was cradling the hand of his beloved
murderousarm, the look of regret very much sincere upon his face. His eyes travel to the busted wires in the other boy's attached limb, to the spasming metallic terror on the ground.]... I'm sorry. It was the only thing I could do to stop it without getting another sharp object in it's reach again. But I don't think it's unsalvagable? I think with a bit of work, it can probably be functional again... and maybe iron out that bug, too.
[That 'Let's menace people and be a nuisance to society' bug, anyway-- he nods over to the limp arm at Jame's side, eyes questioning.]
Do you, um... need an extra hand with that? Getting that arm working again, I mean.
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Yeah, I need an extra hand--you just fried it!
[ He narrows his eyes at Syaoran--not in anger or suspicion, just in scrutiny. ]
Are you offering to fix it?