Ninety-Fourth Matrix {Action | Commentlog with greatcuppajoe}

[whatthefactor]

[Minamimoto skulks deviously about the streets of Discedo, a chubby blue penguin waddling close behind. It didn't take much to bribe the Prinny, a pleasant surprise indeed. He simply had to offer a roof over the creature's head and that was that.

He is a man on a mission, a diligent search for a certain angel--thanks to Neku, he's now certain of

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[greatcuppajoe]

[The right intersection, at the time, was the corner of Lander and Horton. Hanekoma squinted across the park, the last dying bits of light illuminating a few twisted trees and shapeless forms beneath them. Right. The zombies. He turned back north: he might have a length of pipe he'd salvaged from one of the more comprehensively wrecked buildings, but he didn't want to fight his way through a horde of undead things for the hell of it. He was rusty.]

[So, no; back towards Latimir it was, to find something to do until he had to sleep, and then out again when the sun came up. Sleep. He wasn't used to that, either, months here or no. He was resigned. Such a waste of time....]

[Keeping a wary eye on the nearest of the slumped zombies, he started north.]

[whatthefactor]

[And fortunately for Sho, he's already the way Hanekoma is heading. Quickly grabbing the Prinny, clamping it's beak shut to keep it from talking--he swears he'll drown a puppy or some horrendous act if he gets his stalker cover blown by "DOOD!"

He simply waits until Hanekoma draws close enough to make his move.]

[greatcuppajoe]

[Hanekoma, alert for monsters in the park and blind to the Soul that would give away Sho's presence, spotted the dark figure against the building and dismissed it. Another resident; clearly human, in any case, and apparently unarmed. There was more to be concerned about in the remains of the buildings - there, another slumped figure, well beyond the other person but a little too close to the road for comfort. He broke into a stiff jog. This wasn't sandal weather, and on this frequency, he was feeling it in his knees.]

[whatthefactor]

[Ready to make his move and too arrogant to be ignored, Minamimoto steps out from the shadows of the building, dressed much warmer than Hanekoma with Prinny in hand.]

Hey you half blind hectopascal!