WHO: A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE, PART DEUX
WHERE: the City! Or, in Jaime's case, space.
WHEN: the morning after
these shenanigans, at any time
SUMMARY: Everybody who's been hit by the aftershock from Vector and Chronos' profound failure has to come to at some point! And this is where you file those threads of heinous confusion. It's time for still
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- He had apparently bought Fakir a Samoyed puppy named Valiant.
- There was a receipt for seven chickens in his pocket, and four of those chickens were in the bathtub.
- He had attacked Tank Girl and been pepper sprayed/headbutted into unconsciousness before being held in makeshift restraints for a few hours, which explained the shreds of duct tape on his clothes.
- During his wanderings around the City the night before, he had been extremely generous with his money and his opinions.
- He'd awakened face-down on the couch to discover Qui-Gon giving him a look that was as amused as it was disapproving.
Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure which of these things to address first.
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"Ah. Come in, Bakura."
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Once at the observation deck, he had battled those human children, as well as Seraphimon. Which meant a measure of dodging, directing and disappearing, only to reappear several feet away.
Which was why he snapped back to reality while balanced precariously on top of a binocular viewfinder.
"What in all manner of BLAST IT!" He yelled, toppling to the cement below.
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What the fuck had happened last night? He couldn't even remember eating dinner much less going to bed.
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But it didn't take long to grab a couple aspirin and appear in the doorway of the bathroom again. "Hey. 's probably better for you..."
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Granted, he was unconscious, so he had very little say in the mood at the time. Even so, his track record made the fact that he was content at all pretty impressive.
Several factors keyed into it, all of which were absolutely and completely stricken from memory as he would find once awake. For the quiet time being with the sun rising and the beach fairly vacant, Zelgadis was rather content on that beach house roof, back against the second-story wall and an arm around the lady asleep next to him. It was very serene.
Naturally, it wasn't going to linger for very much longer.
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She, too, was content; though the morning air on her face was chill, she was warm enough under cloak and leaning against another. She could almost hear his heartbeat, and she smiled. It wasn't often they had quiet moments together, as much as she craved them, and she leaned in a little closer in silent appreciation.
Though, it was funny. She didn't remember visiting Keith yesterday... and the MAC wasn't that close to the ocean enough to be able to smell the incoming tide. Brows furrowing as her mind slowly started to catch up with her surroundings, Terra wasn't sure if ( ... )
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Wait.
Zelgadis grimaced faintly, eyebrows furrowing and lifting in attempt to open his eyes. He cracked one and got an eyefull of morning that was blurred enough with sleep, so sensory input in that respect was rather unhelpful. He sniffed again--yeah, that wasn't a hallucination. So...what?
He turned his head away slowly, neck stiff. With another grunt, he tried to sit up and away from the wall, acknowledging the weight at his side. What the--
Blink, blink-blink; his vision clears to see green and tan and...an arm that wasn't his on a body that definitely wasn't his. That heartbeat of his seemed to halt for an odd moment before going into hyperdrive.
WH-WHAT THE--
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He was missing his body
He didn't remember going to sleep
In fact, he didn't remember anything about last night
Something was thumping repeatedly against his wall
Except it wasn't his wall, he seemed to be in some warehouse or other building
Put together, two of those points lead him extend his neck into four small, metal tentacles and follow the thumping noise to its source - which turned out to be his body, walking repeatedly into the wall. Brainy... facetentacled with a sigh and set about climbing up to reattach himself, and from there to work out where he was and, more pressingly, what had happened to the missing parts of his memory about last night.
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