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[pullingamiko]

Who: Miko and Knock Out, Eusine, and Neku
Where: Out and about around LA
When: Within a few days after this
What: 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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[pullingamiko]

"Whoa, whoa! I didn't do anything! I think." She holds up her hands reflexively, glaring up at him. "Look, if you don't know what this is, I can't help you out here! Not that I would anyway."

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...

[buffthis]

For a long moment Knock Out looks enraged, disbelieving, like he might swing at her again, but he doesn't -- instead his optics go distant for a few seconds as he sifts through memory banks, comparing possibilities and outcomes...

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!"

[pullingamiko]

At first Miko thinks that this is the result of another surge of pain, but that doesn't seem quite right...

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.

[buffthis]

For a moment, Knock Out is paralyzed with the conflicting urge to do awful, terrible violence to this cocky little skinjob and the knowledge that he can't. He looks totally outraged, optics wide and flashing, teeth bared -- he looks for a moment as though he might try to just power through the pain and harm her anyway -- and then he lets out a guttural snarl of frustration and transforms quickly with an agitated snap of plating and immediately drives away, tires screeching.

[pullingamiko]

"Whoa- hey, where're you going? What, you're just running away?!"

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.