Kitty see floof, kitty chase it...
Characters Sho Minamimoto, anyone who happens by.
Rating PG, PG-13-ish? Ehh.
Summary Showoff + loony = ??? A.K.A. Minamimoto's excuse for being late to the park.
Location Out on the street...
Date/Time Backdated, day after the ball, probably around noon
Status In progress
Never, ever waste a creative impulse.
It was just stupid.
In a world where beauty was so zetta difficult to find, why let an image of it die off before it could even come to life?
Minamimoto was part of GeneCo's R&D division. Just because he kept to himself - really kept to himself - didn't mean that his own branch's activity escaped him. If anything, it did the opposite. He could just watch everything playing out, undisturbed.
Therefore, he knew about GenCop Ema Skye's heart surgery - what was it, about a week ago? It'd probably be time for its success to be announced to the public within another seven-ten day period.
Knowledge of that had given him a sudden idea. Before the ball, even. He'd been taking it slow after completing the mask it was a shame the ball ended too abruptly for him to properly display, but Silver Park wasn't too far away from GeneCo's main HQ as far as he knew, was it? It had been set up by them, after all. Therefore, he thought he'd had time to kill and had set off to work actually getting it done. Done and put on a pedastal, that pedastal being on the rooftop of a building at the corner of a building at an intersection he'd anticipated to be crowded at this high time of day.
His calculations hadn't failed him. There were droves of people passing on the street and the intersection was crammed with cars. Everyone - almost anyone, at least, not enough people as an exception to change the percentage by a whole number - had to at least glance up at him and his creation. It didn't hold everyone's attention for very long, as this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this, but it still felt quite nice, perched upon his latest work of art, surveying passing faces staring up at him like aking on a throne...
The "masterpiece" in question was a gigantic heart, hollow and made out of plates and sheets of metal, cable arteries twisting from it, attached to a platform so it could properly stand. He'd carved words into the front, currently where his lower back was resting - wouldn't want to steal anyone else's thunder, oh no. That just wasn't fair. But they read "DR. HOJO'S NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN MAKE A HEART." Rather spontaneous of him. He couldn't resist.
And, well, Minamimoto was rather happy in this position, (delusionally) basking in glory, as usual comforted and satisfied in completion of his work, feeling regal, feeling beautiful...
In fact, he was gradually losing track of the time as well as care of who could be watching him from his rather conspicuous position.