genessia | [ ACTION ] Day 1: Panic

[ Like a panicked, wild animal; Karik had fled with both a racing mind and heart. They didn't understand what was going on, they didn't know why they were here. They hadn't listened to the hologram, and had spent a good deal yelling at the woman. When they had reached for it, only for their hands to go through the woman...That's when their panic heightened. Had they been kidnapped? Drugged? Paranoia gripped at them tight, making it harder to breathe.

Stay calm, they tell themselves. Though their own advice fell upon deaf ears.

They were aimless, but damn were they desperate in finding a way out. They ran and ran til they came across a city. The buildings towered high in the sky, and it was absolutely bustling with people. Their gaze darts about, and their ears twitch at the unfamiliar noises the city had to offer. It wasn't until horns started blaring, where they began to scramble about in the streets. Tires squeal against the pavement as they dodged for their life.

When they reach the sidewalk, they assume they were safe from the street and its strange, steel monsters. Karik bends over, placing their hands upon their knees as they breath heavily; attempting to catch their breath. When they could breath well enough, they stand up straight. Instantly they grab a hold of some poor bastard passing by. Their fingers curl into the person's collar as they bare their teeth in a menacing manner. Their crimson optics were as wild as they were.

They certainly didn't seem like they were letting go. Perhaps in a way it was frightening--Being grabbed so suddenly by a seven foot tall stranger, garbed in armor and rags.
They weren't exactly someone that looked like a friend. ]

Tell me where the hell I am, and how to leave. Now. I am not afraid of causing shit right here and now if you don't.

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Yep, that is scary! That wouldn't stop Ted from being tactless as usual, as he finds himself plucked by a man much bigger and redder and significantly less sane than he'd hoped.

"Eheh, well, you're in Genessia City. You leave, I think, by becoming apathetic and bored, or otherwise spiritually enervated. Please, be at peace, you're safe."

[ Their fingers curl tighter into the man's collar, and they give no indication of letting go any time soon. They breathe out heavily, a growl rumbling in their throat upon hearing his answer.

It was clearly not what they were wanting to hear, and they weren't satisfied in the slightest.]

You shitting me?!

[ They bark out, not calming down in the slightest. ]

Such a place does not exist. You spew nothing but excuses, little man. Tell me the truth, now.

This is not a damn concern for safety, either. There will be no peace until I can get myself home!!

Ted was either too honest or too simple to say anything but the truth, especially in the heat of the moment. Still didn't appreciate his collar-choke, however. He sounded a little more nervous, though still didn't waver. In a way he felt pity for the poor thing; it'd been a while since anyone had been so rattled upon entering here. Must have come from a very trying period.

"I swear I'm telling you the truth to the best of my knowledge. Like it or not, this is your home for the foreseeable future."

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[ It seemed like they didn't trust a word coming out of his mouth. Their arms shake ever so slightly, as their mind jumps to many conclusions. It was tempting to act out, incredibly so. Maybe by doing so they'd get the attention of someone higher up...? ]

Are you telling the truth? Should I trust the words from a mouth of a clown?

[ A jab at his clothing, certainly. Gods, they really needed to chill.]

Aha, that is what you think. I am not like these other miserable bastards that would rather bend knee to a place like this! Smells like shit here, probably /is/ shit.

[Hey his clothes are gorgeous thank you very much. Or at least he thinks so. But he takes it in stride.]

"I can only insist that it's so. Yes, the world is bad, but one might as well be good in it. What the devil else can you do?"

[ It's okay. They were dressed in rags, so it wasn't like they could speak. ]

Good?

[ A bark of laughter escapes their lips, and they set him down. Only to put a hand on top of his head. ]

You preaching to me now, boy? Ah yes, here I am--fucking kidnapped, and you are here like hey! You know what would be a great idea? Be a good person!

[ They continue to laugh, before abruptly stopping. ]

Nay, nay! I am going to do what I want. I am going to show these people they cannot kidnap my ass and get away with it.

[He gets a little of his nerve back at the mention of what he might do to innocents] For what it's worth, you don't know if you're kidnapped entirely. You may have been...born, or copied here. This may be the only world you've ever really been, despite your memories.

[But alternative creation theories aren't really germane now, are they?]

Hey! 'Those people' have nothing to do with it! You'll find no master mind among their ranks.

[ _{Except you don't grab Jason; your outstretched hand is grabbed swiftly by the wrist, a sidestep and a twist is delivered to press the others arm against their back in a police hold. Getting onto his tippy-toes, pressed against their back with his chin resting on their shoulder he says almost against their ear...} ]

Sorry, I freak out sometimes when people go to grab me like that. [ _{A pause. He doesn't let go. Under his breath a little,} ]

I will not hesitate to drag you outback and put you down like a dog. You better calm down now, er, missy, or there will be trouble. Lets just talk, hm?

[ How unexpected. They had figured with how quickly they had reached out that no one would react fast enough. Except he did. Their teeth grit together hard, and the action was immediately greeted with violent thrashing as they attempt to toss him off of them.

He's given a growl in response, before they speak lowly to him; ]

Let go of me. Now. You say that you will put me down like a damn dog, but how are you going to do that with no fingers. I am going to say this now, and you ain't going to get a please.

Let. Me. Go.

[ They give an abrupt movement, attempting to toss him off of them. ]

Then maybe I will talk to you, boy.

Now you're threatening me? Houston, we have a problem.

[ _{When they move suddenly he takes no time whatsoever to release his hold on them, maneuvering his hand to their shoulder to twist himself round their front- where, in an instant, he smashes his balled fist into the side of their face with his full weight behind it. There's barely an instant from when his fingers touch their skin to where his foot is hooked at the back of their knee, tugging sharply in a flooring technique.} ]

I mean, for the record, [ _{He springs back bouncing on his feet,} ] I just wanted to chat.

[ They could curse themselves up and down for this, for letting him have the upper hand. Though he was fast, faster than most people they had encountered at least. They stagger upon being hit, their hand instantly flying up to the side of their face to cup it.

Only to end up upon the ground. Yet they don't stay there for long. Instantly, they hop to their feet...Itching to fight back, itching to slam their fist back into his face.

But they refrain. ]

Fine, a chat. Fucking hells, boy!!

[Karla was a bit too busy with her own thoughts when suddenly she's grabbed by some tall...person with armor and rags. So all they want is answers? Karla supposes she can forgive them...for now. It's if they do decide to start some shit that she may be forced to draw her sword.]

[But for someone who's just been seized, she seems remarkably calm.]

Now, there's no need for that. This is Genessia, and right now there's no way to get back home...at least by our own abilities.

[The magenta nightmare was out on the prowl doing some productive other than stealing clothes and cosmetics. He was roaming around town on a mock "job hunt" looking for something he could do on his spare time during the day. Still quite sleepy despite sleeping in for most of the morning, Berg Katze fumbles down the street tiredly until something or rather someone grabbed him.]

What the fuc---

[It takes a minute for Katze to register what's going on before the panic suddenly hits him like a ton of bricks.]

GET OFF ME!

[From one ridiculously tall monstrosity to another, Hello!]

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