trans_9 | What's Alan? [Open]

Deep in the bowels of the ship, he waited. Below him, the groundbound bipeds milled back and forth, their movements without rhyme or reason. Some were holding slabs of metal, some stared out at the strange, hypnotizing space outside, and still others merely stood, endlessly chattering to each other in their countless inexplicable alien languages, waiting for the ship to translate for them what they could not understand for themselves.

He watched all with his keen, avian intelligence. Alien intelligence.

With no master about to end the boredom of his inquisitive mind, he had been forced to improvise. And now he was free. Free to wreak havoc as he would amongst the silly, slow-witted groundlings. ~~FREEEEEEEEEE~~

Zouichi wandered from location to location on the ship, but so far, not a single brightly-colored feather to serve as a sign of Alan Turing's presence. The parrot had been acting a little sulky ever since Zouichi had left on that last mission, so he'd decided to leave Alan some space. But this morning, the bird was nowhere to be found.

He was beginning to suspect Howard's cat (Emergency Rations was a terrible name) had something to do with this.

[ooc: Post is open! Please feel free to chase the parrot, try to lure him out, reason with him, call him names, try and cooperate with Zouichi to catch him, whatever! He can be run into anywhere on the ship, just let me know where. The person who will eventually corner him, though, is Shoutarou.]

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"I am not interested in fooling myself with an illusion. Only those without hope would go that far."

She ended up sticking behind him, still not having heard what he was actually doing.

"You still never explained yourself."

"Hey, if you like wet cat food, don't let me stop you."

"I'm looking for something." He wondered why she was going so far just to find out what he was doing. Was she really that curious? Or suspicious? He decided now was as good a time as any to try out a little experiment.

"But if you must know--" Suddenly, he made a break into the foliage, cutting through dense, familiar cover. He spent a lot of time in Hydroponics, and he was fast. So maybe he'd find out how fast Alendian was.

Tch. She knew a test when she saw it. Without her armor, she was much faster than she would be normally. After all, Warp Spiders wore the heaviest armor available to Eldar infantry. Yes, without it, she had access to the Eldar's fleet of foot, letting her move more than double the speed of any sprinting human. Whether it was fast enough was left to be told but losing him wasn't an issue. Alendian still had retained her skills from when she was a Ranger. Tracking was a specialty of hers.

As fast as Alendian was going, Zouichi was running just a little faster, steadily pulling ahead and away from her. Speed wasn't really his strong suit, though; it was his endurance. At this velocity, he could run pretty much indefinitely. But that wasn't really the point here.

...Wow, was she still following him?

It wasn't really a test per se, although he did want to see what she was capable of. It was just that most of the ship was either far above him in speed and/or strength (the various permutations of Superman, Sonic) or far below (pretty much all of the human crew members). And missions where he actually came close to approximating the activity level he was accustomed to were few and far between.

Zouichi cut through a grove of carnivorous plants that lashed their vines agitatedly at him as he ran past, looking over his shoulder once or twice to gauge Alendian's distance.

He was playing.

In fact, he might even be grinning a little. Just a little.

As Alend cut through the same grove of plants, her own sword lashed out at the vines that came at her. The chainsaw teeth whispered quietly as they spun, cleaving through the vines easily. Admittedly, she was frustrated at falling behind but she made up for it by being able to follow his trail. Something about this guy wasn't human, that was for sure.

Wow, a chainsaw sword. How did that even work? He vaulted over the back of a large, slow-moving herbivore; it started at his sudden appearance, crashing through the brush. The other animals at its side joined it in its startled flight, some off to the side, some toward Alendian.

What was he trying to do? Alendian had to rush the creatures herself, lightly leaping up on top of them and flipping off, her light frame letting her not put so much weight on them that it was unbearable. To a human, they could have been dangerous but an Eldar being injured by a wild creature was a laughable topic of discussion in Alend's mind.

Well, not trying to injure her, certainly. Zouichi reached the edge of a steep drop-off and leapt down, sending a series of avian-like creatures shrilling and rising into the air from their perches in the rock. He hit the ground without so much as a break in his stride, rapidly disappearing into the tree cover at the bottom of the gap.

Alend judged the drop off before making the decision to take the leap. She didn't break stride, rolling off the edge and hitting the ground with a roll and back to her feet again without slowing.

Good enough. Zouichi took this opportunity to stop, turn, and close the remaining distance between them in a flash, aiming a palm strike squarely at her center of mass. Not enough to seriously injure her if it made contact. But enough to knock her ten, maybe fifteen feet backward into the air.

That was fine. If she saw it coming, there was plenty of chances for her reflexes to kick in. Her right leg braced into the ground and she used her left hand to deflect the strike aside. The sword in her right hand whispered as the teeth spun, wielding it high over her head in a threat.

Aww, didn't Alendian want to play? Zouichi glanced for the briefest of moments at her hand; even deflected, the blow should have carried some force.

Then he shot forward once more, seemingly ignoring the threat, keeping his body low to the ground to disguise the movements of his right hand sifting at the ground. He tossed a cloud of dust upward and toward her, aiming at her face to compromise her vision; the move was followed closely with an attempted blow from his left palm.

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