trans_9 | Pods, Heat, and the Hawk's Eye [Open]

Ankh's first concern was gathering information about this place; the hawk candroid was already flying around where it would and he'd follow it to anything useful later. His next concern then, was returning to the pod caverns. It would be easier to do after all the new crew members had settled, and so he had to wait, no matter how pissed off it made him.

Still, now he got the chance to return. The air was still horrible; he still felt like he was going to choke or explode and he still didn't know why he was so bothered by it, he had spent a year in a human body already, damnit! And that just made him angrier which made him more frustrated which just reminded him how frikkin' hot in here it was. Wearing the damn suit sure didn't help. Nevermind, he'd be sick about it later.

Right now, Ankh was perched on the spiral walkway, staring down at the cavern of pods. He seemed to be staring off into space, but he was actually just concentrating very hard; he had set to work who knows how long ago, using his Hawk vision to scan the pods for any sign of a certain handful of individuals.

They had to be here. There's no way he and that stupid cat'd be around and they wouldn't. They were too dumb to get themselves killed just like that. Not like that.

Yet there was no sign of them. Was his Hawk vision failing him? It never had before. Everything was red, but there was....static. He was used to seeing static, but not with Hawk vision, and not like that. And he certainly shouldn't have had Greeed vision right now.

This was ridiculous. His Greeed arm had long since encased the human arm out of mounting frustration, and he was tightening his fist so hard that he probably would've bruised something by now if it wasn't for the arm. He gave a yell; Nothing. Ankh turned away from the pods and violently whipped his arm forward to point and shoot a blaze of fire at the ground. He didn't care if this place was alive, or if he'd get in trouble, he had been searching for hours and come up dry.

And after his minor fit he was just standing there, breathing heavily, glaring at nothing in particular, and remembering how sick this stupid ship made him.

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Okay, why the hell was Ankh tripping out? He finally gives the avian damn bastard what he wants to hear, and he goes and looks...weird about it. Cazali's brow cocked, but he didn't make a move, expecting a fireball or something of the sort.

...nothing? Really? Wasn't this the part where he got toasted and ran away...?

His voice was careful, for once. He knew Ankh was stronger than he'd been in a long time, given this was as close to complete as the bird greeed could come. So caution was the best he could do. Caz slowly stood up, shoulders and neck straight for a damn change. "I had something to try for, then. Now what do we have~? No world, no medals, no point." It...was weird. This was weird. He didn't like this. Ankh was supposed to attack him, that was normal. Maybe if he... "I don't have humans to fawn over and keep me busy." The second the words left him, Caz tensed and braced for impact. It would work. It would be atypical.

Ankh was only half listening to Cazali; he was staring down at the millions upon millions of pods in the cavern and that just ended up making him feel sinker and more disoriented than before. Why was it still so goddamn hot in here

He turned to Cazali and he practically stumbled over to the other Greeed again, grabbing the front of Cazali's shirt in his Greed arm and all but ripped the fake fabric. "Shut the hell up already!!" He was shaking why the hell was he shaking, he attempted to shove Cazali away to cover up the fact, and though there was the force of his anger behind it, there was no doubt that he was a bit unstable at the moment.

Cazali's face during the entire exchange of Ankh's weird behavior didn't change. He didn't say anything, didn't react like he normally would- because he had no idea what was going on. Why was Ankh reacting so dramatically? Did he sense Maki after all?

...no, he would have rubbed it in Caz's face. Okay, all logical explanations were gone. And Cazali hated not understanding something. So, he marched over and grabbed Ankh's jacket collar, face still unchanged. It wasn't even malicious, just...baffled as all hell.

"Why. Are you. Freaking out?"

...maybe spazzing was contagious.

"Let go!" To say that Ankh didn't respond well to this was an understatement; his eyes narrowed at Cazali as he smacked his arm away with his left arm and immediately brought his right arm up to shakily shoot a ball of fire at the other Greeed.

"Just get the hell out of here already!!"He wasn't even thinking about the fact that he was freaking out anymore, all he knew was that he really didn't want Cazali grabbing him.

The fireball missed entirely; Caz hadn't even needed to dodge. That threw him through a loop as well- this was Ankh, the aiming guy. Caz's entire worldview was going out the window. Was something in here making Ankh sick? Was it contagious? Could Greeed-

Wait, duh. The human. He always forgot about that thing.

Cazali staggered and stayed still, trying very hard to concentrate on senses he barely had. The room felt a little weird and...enclosed?, but he couldn't smell or taste the pungency of the room. Nor could he see anything weird through his yellow filter. ...but that had to be it, right? Ankh himself had no reason to freak out, so...

His casual attitude returned, and Cazali rushed over to the assbird, grabbing the Greeed arm and yanking as hard as he could, as quick as possible. Curiosity and confusion were more fueling him than any kindness.

While Cazali was concentrated, Ankh thought he was in the clear; his hands was back to holding his head and he was trying to stabilize himself so he could leave, but damn it was uncomfortable in here and it felt like it was just getting hotter and it was so far down to the bottom of the cavern and the air was stale it made him want to choke and he could've sworn the room was starting to spin--

It took him a minute to register what had just happened when he realized Cazali had a grip on him again and was pulling his arm-- Ankh was particularly resistant to having his arm removed today apparently, because he grabbed the top half of his Greeed arm with his left arm and attempted to pull back. "I said let me go you damn moron!!"

Nope sorry Ankh, Caz is just going to keep yanking, trying as hard as he can to get you off the body. And no, he's not going to explain either.

This is the most ridiculous tug of war ever.

And he's stiiiiill resisting. Although freaking out doesn't do much for your physical strength, and Caz wasn't held back my a human body; so after some struggling, Ankh's Greeed arm slid off his arm and off he came, Shingo's body dropping to the floor.

It was ironically easier to wrench free when he was just an arm, and so a less sloppy struggle came to get him out of Cazali's gasp. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Hah, he finally popped off! Cazali let go willingly, wiping his hands on his pants with some degree of sarcasm, then gesturing at Armkh.

"Do you feel better now~?"

"Tch. Shut up." Ankh flicked his fingers in annoyance. He certainly sounded better, back to his condescending tone at least. Like hell he was going to be stuck as just am arm around Cazali though; a wave of Cell Medals pour out of elbow-end of his arm, carrying a few Core Medals as they wrapped around and reformed his human appearance.

And oddly enough he did feel...better. Was that the right word for it? Everything was...dull again. But the heat and pungency were barely noticeable to him now, even if the world was now coated in red. His breath was still a bit heavy, but it's not like he was going to bring it up. "The hell do you think you're doing, huh?" It was dumb to think Cazali was being altruistic or anything.

"Now was that so bad, Ankh~?" Caz laughed, marveling at his handiwork, not daring to approach however. Who knew if Ankh was protective of his body partner, too.

"Trying to make you calm down. You can probably scan easier this way, too~" In other words, he wasn't going to admit he mostly did that for the lulz, and because Ankh was too stupid to think of it himself. Oh, and science. Can't forget science.

Ankh just looked away in disgust and annoyance at the fact that Cazali of all people had to get him to calm down. Man this was stupid.

"I'm done scanning," He scoffed, walking over to where Shingo's body was lying on the ground. It was a relief the officer hadn't woken up yet at least. "I told you it's pointless. Find him on your own if you're that worried."

Ankh, 1; Cazali, 1.

"Sure, sure~ If I find him, I'll be sure to tell you." More like 'run and use you as a coinshield', but that was an understood thing. "Have fun with your search, when you do resume." A pause, and he couldn't help but add in another jab. "Try to think and not use that damn body when you do it, hm~?"

With that, Cazali jumped down to the bottom-most floor of the cavern, shifting to Greeed form as he fell, and dashed off deeper in to the pod cavern.

Pods, Heat, and the Hawk's Eye [Open]

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