What's Alan? [Open]

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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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[zouichi.livejournal.com]

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.

[quick_strike]

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.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

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.

[quick_strike]

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.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

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.