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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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If you work together, I'm sure it will be less likely to overwork itself.
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You mean aside from the bit where my arm fries itself every time it hits one of these things?
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I swear to god, if doing this gives my arm an insatiable bloodlust, I'm going to put you in its warpath next.
[ But fine, fine. He starts trying to get it attached back to his shoulder, muttering angrily at it as he goes to try and keep it from squirming away like an anxious pet. ]
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He finally manages to finagle the shoulder joint of the arm onto his stump and clicks it into place. As soon as it's connected, the arm stops struggling and James is in full control of it, turning it around a few times and flexing the hand just to be sure. ]
...huh.
[ Then he punches the head clean off one of the mannequins.
It does shock him back, though, so he clutches his shoulder afterwards with a small cry of pain. ]
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[ He was at least 90% sure James was about to yell at him over it, too. ]
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The electricity just travels all the way up the arm to my shoulder, is all.
[ He hisses with pain between words, flexing the metal hand to make sure it's still functional. He knows this has nothing to do with the arm itself, or with anything Kasen suggested. It's his own damn fault for punching it, really. ]
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[ Kasen leaned down, grabbing the edge of one of the floor mats near the 'exhibits', jerking it up in one motion and tossing it over to James. ]
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Its head is knocked clean off, the neck sparking electricity, but his arm...actually doesn't hurt. ]
Well how about that!
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But we... really need to find you something less ugly. That is deeply unsightly.
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[ The mat starts to unfurl from its coiled position around his arm. ]
Think there's any dish gloves around that I can grab?
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Sounds like fun.
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Alright, go ahead, go wild. They're just machines, after all.
[ If Kasen really wants to do his weird bloodthirsty sword maniac thing right now, then so be it. He's not in good fighting condition right now anyway, with his metal arm restricted as it is. ]
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[ He was so fucking extra. Either way, he set out on the vanguard ahed of James, dashing in towards the nearest group of mannequins and dispatching them with a few clean cuts. ]