The Search for the Newcomers, December 2012 Edition.

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Who: Open to Everyone, but only Newly Accepted Characters can start threads.
Where: All around the city! They appear where you want them to appear.
Summary: Newcomers arrive and by now the Government is more ready and sends everyone out to go people hunting.
Warnings: ARRIVALS. Also assume the first thread is the ones who tell you about the city, and the other tags for the character can be talking with others in the city and learning more about it.

[FOR THOSE IN THE CITY:]
They were getting much better at this, it was for certain.

Last month's initial testing of the HORUS system had worked really well. The device which allowed everyone to spot abnormalities; and now even more refined, they could hone in on newcomers at a much faster pace. The leftover energy from the travel (commonly called Magatama Residue) gave them a few minutes to find them before it would flicker out.

Combined with the fact they could appear in most parts of the city, it made finding the newcomers was both easy yet frustratingly difficult.

As the blips appear on your own radar function, it was also nice enough to calculate for you the best transport and destination routes to take to get there. Speed was of the essence, after all.

[FOR THOSE WHO JUST ARRIVED:]
You're not in your homeworld anymore. That much is evident. So how do you feel? Happy? Sad? Troubled? A little of all three? No matter what, the memories of a butterfly man named Philemon are fading like a dream; you'll remember the details, but perhaps not everything he has said.

There is one word that stays with you, however.

Persona.

So...here to save the city, huh? First you'll need to find out more information. And who knows, maybe a familiar face or two...

[OOC: As stated above, only new characters can start a thread, but feel free to jump in any of them. characters arrive with their clothing and whatever items they had on them the moment they were taken; the remaining items will be later found in their apartments.]

Comments

[primordial]

"Riiiiight."

Nope, not at all. Which is infuriating, really. Sam lets out a sigh, shaking his head.

"Well, um...do you have a name?"

[growths]

A name? Well, he was sure he could find out his Host's name if he bothered to search through his memories... But he doesn't feel like doing that at the moment, so he shrugs. "Not for this one yet. It hasn't come--if it lasts maybe? I'll get one then if they decide it or I'll not get one." It's up the the ones who actually care about that sort of thing.

[primordial]

Not even a name. Sam clenches his fingers slightly before letting them fall loose again, the only sign he's not liking this conversation too much. There isn't much he can work with here. It's all open-ended, vague phrases, and for someone who plays upon words so much, he needs that logic and sense in a conversation to turn it towards his own needs.

"Okay, let's take this one step at a time. I...I don't think you're human, based on the whole black skin and "this one" and staring at the sun and all. Therefore, just answer me this...what are you?"

[growths]

Oh Sam...Sam, Sam.

"Which one?"

And he's not doing it to be cheeky, surprisingly enough. It's just the way the amalgamation of minds have come together to classify and sort things in his head. Each of the minds he's eaten are one of "him", the body is another "him" and the Grower is another. They're all different types but ultimately as far as he's concerned they'll all him in their own way and also totally separate. But he doesn't have the mental processes required to differentiate between them on the same intellectual level as a human.

[primordial]

Ughhh. This guy. His tone turns a bit snappy, patience not really holding up very well.

"Choose whatever one you want, I'm not picky."

[growths]

Oh goody, this sounds like a game. Picking whichever one he wants...well that'll be fun. Garra knows exactly what he wants to start with as he looks up at Sam (yes, he's a little short) and blinks once, twice--and on that second blink the whites of his eyes and their bi-coloured irises are instead filled completely with black. No more pupils, nothing...and a half-second after that three more pairs of similar eyes open up on his forehead.

"This one is the bug! This one here, see?" He lifts a hand to pluck at his hair like it'll explain things as clear as day. "Not all the legs are eight but probably because there's only half! But it's very tasty. Hmm..." He closes the extra eyes but leaves the two main, holding up one hand next. A slight twitch and quite suddenly the black around it forms itself into a series of spiky blades which entirely replace his hands.

"Don't remember this me! Old, old one. But very sharp, also tasty. Meatier."

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[primordial]

Now that was something Sam was not expecting. He jumps back with a slight yelp, holding his hands in front of him as if he's expecting the eyes to jump out of their sockets and start attacking him.

"That's...that's really creepy, oh my god!"

It really isn't, honestly. Sam's more intrigued than scared, peering over his hands with a frown as Garra explains. There's...versions of him in the same body, is that what he's getting at? A bug, a spiky hand thing, and maybe one more, all wrapped up in that one body...

"Goodness, that's...why do you keep talking about tasty? I mean, you don't e-eat yourself, do you??"

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[growths]

Eat himself?? That's a silly question Sam. A silly, silly question if the wide, fanged grin that spreads across his face is anything to go by. "Not always right away. Usually breaks and then you can eat! But before that you should make it good to keep it. Unless you find something tastier. Are you tasty?"

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[primordial]

"NO!"

He shouts that, cringing as if the very thought of it is enough to give him nightmares.

"No, no, I'm...I'm definitely not tasty! Not at all edible, please, don't even think about it. I'm the worst meal you could find around here."

No, really.

[growths]

"Really...?" It's definitely an animated reaction, goodness. Garra can't decide if he should understand it as one of those silly ways humans expressed themselves of what.

[primordial]

"Really, really. Just...please don't, I don't want to get eaten, please."

He doesn't even seem to care that his begging tone is sort of ingratiating. He just waves his hands back and forth, shaking his head.

"But...that's what you do? You eat people?"

[growths]

"Only when wanting to... No reason if still good, this one." Now minds however...those he didn't mind plucking out. Those were always a good snack. Lucky for Sam, he doesn't pick up on any of the usual connotations; there's not enough inside his head working together to form suspicion and quite frankly he doesn't really worry about that to begin with.

[primordial]

"You're going on with the whole "this one" thing, again..."

He lets out a sigh and lowers his hands when it's apparent he's not going to be this guy's new dinner.

"Why did you ask me if I was tasty, if you don't want to eat people?"

[growths]

"It's different! There is tasty and meaty and they are different... Got it? I don't need meaty ones right now, just the tasty ones." Actually, now that he's thinking about it...he wouldn't mind some memories. Garra scratches at his chin thoughtfully.

"...I'm going to get some," he decides finally. SO LONG SAM he's basically just turning on heel and starting to walk away from him on whim.

[primordial]

"You really don't make much sense, mister. You know that...?"

And he's walking off. That last statement is pretty ominous. He needs to go and tell everybody that there is a body-eating person going around who thinks people are tasty, before anything horrible happens!

...

Nah.

Besides, a bit of chaos in this place would be interesting. Things were getting a bit boring around here, really.

So he merely watches him leave, before something comes to mind, and he can't help but shout it, to see how the other guy would react.

"D-don't do anything stupid! People can hurt you, you know! They have Personas around here..."

[growths]

Well it's probably not how most people would. Garra has no reaction to "mister" or "people can hurt you." No, it's what comes after all of that; that one word he can remember without ever having stored it in his host's mind to devour. The one thing that's somehow ingrained itself in there...

Garra leans to one side and tilts his head. "Persona?"

[primordial]

Oh, he did react. Well, to be fair, that's the one word Sam truly reacted to himself when he came here, so he's not too surprised. He nods.

"Yes, Personas...has anyone told you what they are, yet? We all get one, apparently."

[growths]

"Personas...?" Garra turns fully around with a contemplative sort of expression--because now that he's been reminded of it he can't help being curious. He honestly has no idea where that word in his head came from. "Don't know it. Why? Did you put it in my head??"

[primordial]

"Oh, the word?" Yeah, it was floating through his mind too. Yep, no doubt about it, this guy is one hundred percent newbie. Really, he could lie to him about what his whole city is about and the guy would believe him.

What a nice position to be in.

So he just shrugs, the edges of his mouth creasing upwards an a small smile.

"...Why, do you think I did?"

[growths]

"No idea." And he's being perfectly honest about that because in general Growers don't have enough presence of mind to tell a convincing lie, let alone make one up on their own.

But he is interested now, and wanders over to Sam with a glint in his eye. "Did you? Did I eat it from your head? Are you my catch-up?"

[primordial]

"I don't think you ate it from my head, no...but maybe you did. I don't know how you eat worse from people's heads, but if you did I haven't noticed it yet." What did that even mean? My, this guy sure had a lot of stuff about eating on the brain.

"You might have to be a little more specific so I can answer your questions, sorry. What's a catch-up?"

[growths]

"Hmm...it's easier to show. And more fun." Infinitely more fun, actually. Which is why he wanders right into Sam's personal space and looked up at him, eyes bright.

[primordial]

"Erm...w-what are you doing?"

The intrusion into his personal space is quite uncomfortable, and he stares down with wide blue eyes, shaking his head.

"Y-you mind telling me what you're going to do to me? I don't really like this..."

[growths]

"Don't run." That's the only advice Garra offers because really, it's in Sam's best interest not too(????). Or something. Maybe it's Garra's best interests but seldom does he concern himself with his own safety or anything of the like. He's just reaching out with one hand and grabbing Sam's forehead and for a second nothing's abnormal. One flex of his grip changes that hand into a clawed hand though as the black coating his hand comes to life. Surprisingly though Sam isn't given a single cut; the clawed tips are more to hold him where Garra wants.

Because in a second here both eyes are going to flicker to an unnatural and luminescent reddish color. Then he'll let his lips part and what looks like the shadow of a hand begins to creep it's way out. It doesn't move or wiggle it's fingers or anything like that but still it begins to creep up the arm Garra holds Sam with, winding it's way toward him.

[primordial]

"D-d-don't-??"

He lets out a whimper at the sudden grasp at his forehead. For acting like an utter coward, he doesn't seem to want to actually run anywhere. No, he's just frozen there, like a deer in headlights, as if frozen to the very spot with fear. He moves his head a little bit, but it's certain that he's going to be staying right here.

"W-what are...what are you going to do to me??! Get off, please, please!!"

Oh, that didn't look good. Sam isn't really afraid, really...there isn't too much that can kill him, but either way, he's primed to react as quickly as he can if there's any inclination he'll get hurt by this. No, he's curious to see what this will do...so that first) he can tell others about it if need be and second) he'll get a taste of this little guy's powers and see what exactly they can do.

But for the moment, he'll act the part.

"Get that hand away from me, god!!"