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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.
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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Ankh's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he looked away a bit, though he soon brought his attention back to Zouichi. "Yeah, I've got them. Did he send you to get them back?"
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"The Core Medals are the source of our powers; if he gets more of his medals, he powers up. We've all stolen from each other before, and given that I've worked against him, I don't think he'd just let bygones be bygones."
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Actually, he seemed a lot like Ankh. Calculating.
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Ankh stopped and not took a seat on the ground, looking at Zouichi. He didn't want to show it, but all this searching and the atmosphere in here was really wearing him out, not to mention just uncomfortable. "And it's easy to get away with it if no one knows what you're up to."
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"I see," he said in a neutral tone. He'd gotten a measure of who Ankh was from the way he behaved, and he wasn't on any official business for now. But if Ankh thought no one had any idea what he and Cazali might be 'up to', well...
"I'll leave you to yourself, then." He started to turn away, then paused. "By the way, my name is Zouichi. I'm from the Security Division. Try not to damage the pods too much; the Violation system is supposedly suspended, but that doesn't mean the ship won't enact countermeasures if it determines you're endangering anyone inside."
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He balanced his Greed arm on a bent up knee and stared a little before answering, jerking his head at Zouichi. "Security, huh?" Second one so far! "I'll keep that in mind."
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With a brief nod, he left the Caverns.