Who: Miko and Knock Out, Eusine, and Neku
Where: Out and about around LA
When: Within a few days after
thisWhat: Miko finally meets up with some... "friends" again.
Warnings: Knock Out doing Knock Out things, discussion of scary jail/cyborg attacks
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"Watch the finish," he growls, swinging his saw arm down --
And then he's staggering back with another thunderous howl of pain, his free hand going back to his head. There's that horrendous rush of negative feedback again, splitting his processor down the middle.
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"Holy shit, you can't hurt me, can you?!" She crosses her arms as she watches him (she's still holding the second rock in one hand, she's not quite gonna give up her one weapon just yet, no matter how ineffective the first one was. Maybe she can get his face or something). "Ha, who doesn't have control now?"
She sure as hell isn't going to wonder why this is happening right now. As far as she's concerned, this isn't something that one should question; just be glad that it is happening. Even if it would have been even better if it had happened earlier, before he drove her to the outskirts of the city and tried to maim her.
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"You," he snarls. "You -- what did you do to me?!"
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She's actually starting to have her suspicions at this point, considering that stuff like this seems to have been happening an awful lot since the whole cyborg jail deal...
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That fragging AI.
That has to be it. Knock Out knows it did something to him, he'd just never been able to figure out what -- no wonder he couldn't find it. It must be buried deep in his brain, malicious code nestled in tight with the rest, seemingly innocuous, until triggered. His optics widen in shocked realization and then a whole new kind of rage dawns on him, and he staggers back with a furious howl.
"Aaarrgh!"
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She remains where she is, not approaching him but not backing away either. "...Um. So, figured anything out?"
This whole day has gone in a really unexpected direction.
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Apparently he is. Miko places her hands on her hips with an irritated huff and actually stomps her foot. "Fine, then! In fact you better run!"
Still scowling like a petulant child, she looks around and realizes that she... has no idea where she is. Great. She groans and drops her hands to her sides; apparently it's time to start walking.