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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? ]
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Well, aside from a hearty flick to his temple. But it's more of a friendly, mischievous greeting than a genuine attempt to harm him.
Once it's flicked him, the arm settles on his shoulder, perched on its fingers with the forearm and bicep rising up nearly to their full height. It's like having a fifty pound parrot on your shoulder.
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"Owww!" It smarts more than anything else, and Togusa casts the arm a dirty look. "Really!?"
"Hk!" Togusa lists to the side when the arm decides to hop on him. Whoa. Whoa! He puts a hand out to the building wall to steady himself. "Are we going for a ride now!?"
He pauses, coming back to that moment of self-awareness to know he is yelling at an arm. At James' arm. "If it turns out you're channeling your owner somehow, I'm gonna kick his ass," he grouses.
He reaches up to steady the arm and takes a tentative step, and another. Get this thing back to James, first. Figure out what the deal is, second. He snags his phone from his pocket while he tests out his balance.
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It points its index finger down the street. Will you follow?
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He's following an arm. "This isn't me taking orders! This is the direction I was already going!" And yet, Togusa isn't stopping following the arm's pointing.
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But once Togusa reaches the end of the block, the arm points to the right now instead, at the road that leads to the high school and university.
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"Taking me back to my territory? I used to try to pick up patrols around the University a lot because I knew the area so well."
"..you taking me back to your owner, or somewhere else?"
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A few minutes later, the front doors of the school open and kids fresh from their after school clubs and activities begin streaming out to go home. One of those kids is Becca, who makes her way to the sidewalk and waits patiently. She doesn't react to Togusa at all.
But the arm lifts a finger again, this time to point directly to her.
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Well, he could, but James would so very much not appreciate it.
But he blinks in surprise and straightens up when the other Barnes sibling appears. Oh. She just started high school, didn't she? He thinks the age difference makes sense.
Togusa assumes he'll wait longer, for James to come out, maybe both the kids are going to head home together. But the hand points. He actually turns his head to look at the hand. Hunh? He has to stop talking to it now, but he stares in curiosity.
Is James not coming? Hmm. He'd get the story from someone who could actually talk back. So, reluctantly, he makes his way over towards Becca, raising his hand in a wave. He keeps a healthy distance, though.
"Rebecca? Barnes? You're James' sister, right? Uh, Detective Togusa. We've met-" pause, "always when your brother was in trouble, though."
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"Oh, hi, Detective Togusa! I'm just waiting for my brother to come pick me up. Normally he's already here, but today I don't see him around. Do you know where James is?"
She does not appear to recognize the arm or even realize it's there at all.
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Is that what we're doing here? "He's supposed to be getting an upgrade on his arm." Truth. "I don't know if he wasn't going to be able to make it. Are you going to be able- to call your dad to grab you instead?"
Togusa has to offer the more neutral solution first, even though he thinks he knows where this is going.
..But why did the arm think to lead him here?
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"I'm just waiting for my brother to come pick me up. Normally he's already here, but today I don't see him around. Do you know where James is?"
A few seconds later, though, Togusa will have his answer, because James comes skidding down the sidewalk as though sliding on ice, making a sharp turn onto the street and running straight for them. But he only has eyes for Becca, in front of whom he finally stops, flyers spilling out of James's backpack now that he's stationary.
"Sorry I'm late, Becca, I just had to put up some..."
This is when he looks over and sees Togusa. With his arm, no less. James slowly points a finger at it--a clunky metallic one, from the older, less elegant metal arm he's had the past few months.
"You--where did you find it?!"