Post by Yogu on Jul 5, 2024 10:27:01 GMT -5
Thread PL: 100,000
Items: Badman Shirt, Jack-O-Nimbus
"Ugh, my head..." Yogu was finding himself waking up in weird places again. He'd gone to sleep in the wasteland far to the west and woke up on top of a high-rise in East City. "What did you do last night?" Yogu groans to himself. He receives an answer, "Not a damn thing. This was all you." Monster wasn't even trying to be believable. The overcast, gray day had an uncanny feeling about it that Yogu couldn't quite put his finger on. Whatever it was, it gave him the creeps. Maybe it was just that he hadn't been in a big city in a while. With a yawn, he gets up and walks straight off the building. A moment later, his devil cloud comes screeching out of the sky to catch and safely deposit him on the ground. "Now, what the hell am I gonna do today?" He says aloud, stumbling half-awake through a bewildered crowd of people. More bewildered than usual when strangers see Yogu.
"Seriously, man, what did you do? They're all lookin' at me like they know me..."
"You attempted to become the leader of this world a few months ago. I think most people will recognize you, boy." Yogu nods along to this cogent point, although the feeling that more was going on felt inescapable.
Those feelings were entirely justified when Yogu comes across a bunch of televisions set in a store window displaying ZTV. His face was plastered all over the news. "Wh-What...?" Yogu's face goes flat against the glass, trying to take in every detail. The Ki Police Division had a warrant out for his arrest; he had been labeled an enemy of the planet. Last night he'd apparently gone on a crime spree across the Earth. Murder, arson, terrorism, general buffoonery (that's a crime?), nearly every evil act one could do. "Wh-What the fuck have you done, Monster...?" The boy stumbles back, his world spinning. Surely, this was some kind of joke. Or a dream. That's it! He was dreaming.
"I don't get the surprise; you know this is my thing, right? If you did what I told you, this wouldn't have happened, eh?"
Just then, a loud boom-crash rings out beside him, and the sensation of a mosquito bite hits him in the side of the head. He looks over that way to see some East City cop holding his gun out, smoke still pouring out the shooty end. Yogu looks down to find a crumpled bullet at his feet. "Are you kiddin' me?" Rage overtakes him, and before Yogu knows what he's doing, he's flicking the flattened bullet at the cop with a ping! The fool's head snaps back, and he drops. "Uh... Shit." Did he really just do that?
"Hah hah! That one wasn't even me!"
It was time to run.
It was night now. Yogu had found himself some ratty little warehouse to hide away in. He'd sat there for hours, watching aircraft soar overhead with spotlights shining down. The same message echoed over the city on repeat through loudspeakers, "Stay indoors! Om-Yogu is an erratic and highly dangerous individual. If you see any person matching his description, do not engage. Flee the immediate area and contact the KPD hotline with any information you have that may lead to his apprehension."
His worst nightmare was coming true. Any way out of the city he could think of had been blocked off. They would shoot him down if he took to the skies on the devil cloud. He was a cornered animal, unless he wanted to start killing more people. Which he most definitely didn't. "Pst. Hey." Maybe it would be best if he allowed himself to be captured. If he could just explain everything to Chomei, surely his cousin would pardon him. "Hey. You should go to Konats. Not much for you here anymore. Doesn't this city have a spaceport?" The demon-thing in his head was making another good point. If he wanted to avoid getting caught by these glorified thugs, leaving the planet was his one way out. Now, all he had to do was work up the guts to leave his little hideaway and sneak over there.
woah
Yogu uses Utility || Ki Suppression to set his PL to 1,000.
Total WC: 700