Head Problems(Open)

[Malachi]

Though most things had come pretty easy for Malachi since he'd arrived, the one thing that seemed to remain just outside his grasp was a steady flow of income. He had knowledge and understanding far beyond the majority of people in this time when it came to technology. He was also quite able-bodied. Having the kind of intense training that he had, he could easily do any kind of manual labor.

The troublesome part of finding a consistent occupation outside of martial arts was that he was often considered too good. He did a job too quickly if it was manual labor or he wasn't qualified enough if the job required mental skills. That second bit confused him to no end. They muttered something about a degree or some document and sent him on his way. He could BUILD most of the devices they'd asked him to merely operate. He didn't understand why they wouldn't give him the job. It was beginning to frustrate him too much.

So he found himself taking a walk idly through the streets. His face carrying an annoyed scowl as he eyed the people going about their daily lives. How could he get a little bit of that peaceful simplicity without a means to sustain himself and Mitsuki? He'd had enough of this garbage for today. He didn't care what happened as long as it took his mind off of all this frustration and misfortune he seemed to be having.

For the sake of trying to stay optimistic he stopped scowling at the sidewalk and shifted his gaze upward, dodging between people in crowds finessefully as he watched the clouds roll across the blue skies above. He shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling the few zenni he'd managed to earn. A couple hundred was far from helpful in the long run. It might keep them going for a day or two. Maybe a week if they REALLY stretched it out. But at least it bought them more time. He smirked a little. It was like fighting against this ridiculous society. Too bad he didn't know the right techniques to punch its lights out. Since when did being too good at something or not having the right papers stop you from working? He didn't mind being complemented that he was good at whatever work they gave him. He just didn't want to be fired for being too good. And if he slowed down his pace so he didn't finish jobs almost immediately he got bored quickly and felt like he wasn't being honest with his employer by not doing his best.

So he just walked for now, trying to get his mind off of everything.

[Eleven]

"Distinct" would be the only real way for the red-head to describe the feeling she felt when she gazed upon the crowded streets.

She felt somewhat familiar towards the urban area, despite having no clear memory or attachment to the area in particular. None of the buildings, nor the people, sparked any recognition within the former human's mind...But even so, there was a degree of nostalgia in idly watching the passerby's go about their day to day business.

See, the problem that was bothering the human-shaped monster was that the memories of her former life as a human were distorted. Hazy. Unclear. She was only able to recall vague generalities of her previous lifestyle, not anything in specific. (I lived in a city...I'm sure of it...) Her memories were not gone; she could feel them, like momentarily forgetting a word on the tip of your tongue. They were just barely out of her reach.

No, she was cursed with only being able to clearly recall memories from after she had become some other form of life.

Was she depressed over her unobtainable memories? No, not really; they were just visions of her previous life that she no longer had. The only feelings she felt over her them were frustration at how inconvenient it all was; she couldn't even recall her real name, and had since adopted her experiment number as her monicker; "...Eleven."

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That said, Eleven wasn't going to sit around trying to re-imagine herself all day; staring out into space just because of some vague feeling was a common occurrence for her, one which had so far always been fruitless in bringing back any recollections.

...And the best way to perk herself up was to get her adrenaline flowing.

She dropped down from her little scenic viewing area; the small balcony of a second-story apartment, her opened jacket swaying behind her as if a short cloak. She quickly turned into the alley, away the gaze of anyone who might have viewed her, making her way down the alley to blend in with the crowd at the opposite side of the block.

...Several minutes later, the sound of an engine roaring could be heard just moments before a behemoth of a delivery truck smashed through a roadside gate as a shortcut to get to the street. (Stupid stick-shift! The controls are all weird for this thing...Okay, so you do this and then this...). It wasn't arson, nor robbery that the girl decided upon, but a good ol' grand theft auto.

A troll at heart, when you had super powered body you tended to result in an equal level of trolling.

It wasn't long before the true owner of the vehicle ran out into the street; "STOP!! THIEF! Somebody stop her! They took my truck! Call the cops! Do something!!" The man was confused and helpless, and once his manager and co workers joined in to view the commotion and quickly showed his desperation; "WE'LL REWARD WHOEVER STOPS THE THIEF!"


[Joining topic, hope you don't mind the randomness]

[Malachi]

Malachi was just about to give up on this whole 'taking a walk' thing and just go back home for an early dinner. But a burst of life broke the silence of his mind. Words echoed in his head that gave a temporary solution to his problem. A truck was being stolen. Malachi saw it zoom down the street after it burst through an aluminum fence gate. He heard the poor owner of the vehicle, along with a couple of his cohorts, call out that there was a reward for whoever could catch the thief. He was almost certain that they also wanted the truck back, but he couldn't guarantee that the truck would be in one piece.

Still, this was the opportunity he'd been hoping for. It was that thing that would take his mind off of money troubles for a little while depending on the reward. Plus he could do a good deed in the process, which was also a concern. Taking the initiative in the situation, Malachi took off dashing down the street as quickly as he could. His maroon colored aura flickered to life as he jumped on top of a street light and then into the air before it completely burst out around him as he rocketed toward the truck.

He had to use a high amount of speed to keep up with the truck, but he managed to fly alongside it. He tapped on the window with a smirk. "Don't you think you should slow down a little? Endangering people's lives with your recklessness isn't a good idea, you know?" He said this in hopes that they'd have rolled down the window. If the driver, who he just realized was a young female, did not slide the window down, he'd shout the words instead in hopes that she'd hear them. Perhaps his presence flying next to the vehicle alone might be enough to get her to stop. Talking with her would at least be a step in the right direction. He would sort of feel bad about attacking a little girl.

[Eleven]

Thrill-seeking.

Yeah, Eleven could recall various acts of vandalism as a former human; she was sure that that part of her remained unchanged up to now. Otherwise, why would she have so much amusement from causing these humans grief during their everyday lives? Her mouth spread into a smile that revealed her sharper-than-usual teeth.

Of course, there was only so much she could do to hold her attention; scaring people into diving out of the way of a rampaging truck would only be amusing for so long. The truck seemed to swerve and turn without the slightest moment's notice, as if the driver had no idea where she was going...simply because she didn't!

(C'mon moron, move.) Her mind thought towards a man kneeling in the street holding what appeared to be his child. Neither of them made the effort to avoid the large vehicle speeding down the street. (Ugh, idiot!)

The truck swerved again, avoiding the kneeling pair. It was fortunate that the truck had so far avoided hitting any pedestrians, and seemed focus on only causing destruction to property and mayhem. (It's no fun if they just sit there...)

Suddenly; her mind wrapped its attention around an oddity; one of the pedestrians stood out among others, quickly reaching her location by speeding through the air. Eyebrows raised, her grin seemed to spread even further.

That was a game-changer that flipped the situation completely.

She didn't expect anyone to make a move against her until whatever local authorities began to make their move...Much less someone with the skill to actual fly at her.

She wasted no time in smashing the window open to hear him better, only to brush aside his comment with a laugh. "Hehe, they live their lives doing the same damn thing everyday. Seeing them dance around and yell...I'm doing them a favor! Life needs abit of excitement." She'd give the people a fun story to tell...Assuming she continued managing to avoid people when driving at high speeds.

A chance that was looking slimmer and slimmer now that her attention was focused on this guy rather than the road; her swerving became more erratic.

"Why don't you join me?" Her eyes gazed out the window again, before focusing back on the road; damn, she didn't mean to run over that sign. "You're obviously not the same as them."

She swerved again, this time trying to ram the side of the truck into her flying follower, testing his flying skill and hoping he'd avoid her. If not, well...there goes some of the days amusement...

"Oh; do me a favor and tell me what the side of the truck says. I didn't notice what kind of truck this was." Ironically, she paid no attention to the contents of the truck before taking it. She hoped it was something edible.

[Malachi]

He wasn't one to entirely disagree with her. He had enjoyed the peace and quiet this place had given him for the most part, but if it wasn't for his rediscovery of just how random planet Earth could be, he'd likely have gone crazy from boredom by now. He had to move and weave to keep from crashing into things himself. Signs, stoplights, other people, and the occasional building. His mental strength was far beyond this sort of multitasking, though. He could talk and fly at the same time without a problem.

"Listen, it doesn't matter how much excitement you give them if they're dead because then they can't enjoy it. Trust me on this."

He tried to reason with her in a way that didn't seem to be reprimanding her. She seemed like the young and rebellious type with plenty of emphasis on that 'rebellious' bit.

"I've got enough problems as it is without having to take care of someone else's hide as well as my own, and I definitely don't need to tick off the authorities around here. So I'm afraid I'll have to decline your offer."

Just as he finished his words he noticed the side of the truck rapidly approaching. He promptly planted his palm on the upper edge of the side nearest him and pulled himself upward, doing a barrel roll over the truck and coming down on the other side, punching the glass out of that window and slipping in to sit down in the truck. He wasn't here to play a game of dodge-truck.

"It's a bread truck, by the way. One that the owners would like to have returned in as few pieces as possible if you don't mind."

He realized that he had a large chunk of glass wedged in the back of his hand from haphazardly punching out the window. He frowned and mentally removed it, chucking it behind his seat via telekinesis. His hand was dripping blood rather quickly once the shard was removed, but he only frowned and sighed.

"I need to get home for dinner soon, can you please not make this any more difficult than it has to be?"