[open] spread your wings and run

[creepface]

Who: Rasu and YOU
When: october 10th
Where: Pretty much anywhere outside.
What: Pathetic nurse chased down the street by a scary robot.
Rating/Warning: Scary scary robots. Possible violence.

[ The robots acting up had been scary. The spam had been freaky. He had been intimidated by talk of fridges and toasters going berserk, so now that the robots are chasing people? He's an easy target.

You will find him either,

1)
Being chased down the street by a murderous cleaning machine trying to re-kill him again. It obviously doesn't care that he's already dead.

2)
Hiding in a corner, a newspaper over his head to make himself more invisible. He's really tall though, and the sheets of paper are shaking something terribly. ]

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[creepface]

[ Today, Rasu is the incarnation of pathetic. Not that he isn't a lot of days, but he is especially so this particular day.

So he lets out a sound, kind of like a mouse cornered by a hungry cat, and scares up at the stranger with big round eyes. ]

N-no-no, I'm. I-invisible.

[unpresidential]

I think your definition of invisible is wrong then.

[nam soon's not exactly the smartest person, but that's the sort of thing he really can't mistake. he doesn't know what rasu's deal is... and he's not sure he cares to know, either but he figures it should be pointed out anyway.

after all, telling yourself and anyone else that you're invisible won't actually change anything, nice as that sounds in theory.]

[creepface]

No no no, the-they can't. Find me.

[ He pulls the newspaper tighter over his head. ]

[unpresidential]

...

[for a moment, he's just standing there and staring in exasperation.]

Anyone can find that. [this is not how to hide, okay?] You have a newspaper on your head. That's not hiding.

[creepface]

[ He's not usually this stupid, it's just that the fear is making him lose his brain for a little bit. ]

B-but I don't. Know where to hide. If I go home they will know. Where I live.

[unpresidential]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[and therefore, he can't help. not that nam soon could necessarily help otherwise, but he can't even try with that sort of lack of information.]

[creepface]

The r-robots. Are thrying to kill m-me.

[ And he doesn't know how to defend himself. Not very well, anyway, nor does he like fighting. ]

[unpresidential]

[he looks around them for a moment, before looking back directly at rasu.]

There's none here now. ["right now" is probably the operative word. he knows the machines have been acting oddly, but he hasn't really encountered anything egregious on his own quite yet.] They'll find you anyway like that if they want to.

[creepface]

B-but I don't know where. To h-hide.

[ Aw man, he feels like he's going to cry. ]

[unpresidential]

Somewhere inside. A building. Anywhere you can't be seen.

[he thinks that much should be obvious.] Who hides out in the open?

[creepface]

I. I just. I didn't... think I'm, I don't, I mean.

[ Yep. On the verge of a breakdown here. ]

[unpresidential]

Aigoo...

[he's sighing heavily. sometimes it's really annoying to have a hard time leaving helpless people alone.]

...Get up.

[creepface]

Lo- [ No wait, nor Japanese, he doesn't know what that means. ]

I- why? Are you going to hurt. Me?

[ He's extra paranoid today. ]

[unpresidential]

[he squints, giving an incredulous look.]

Paranoid. I'm getting you out of here. [to at least show the guy how to hide properly.]

[creepface]

Eh, ah, o- okay.

[ Is it really that surprising that he's paranoid? ]

[unpresidential]

[not surprising, but it manages to annoy him.]

Just... follow me. [he's not really good at small talk, so he'll just start walking.]

[creepface]

[ He'll follow, but a few steps behind. How does he know the man won't hurt him too? ]

[unpresidential]

Hurry, hurry. You'll get caught if you move that slow.

[it probably doesn't help that he's frustrated to begin with.]

[creepface]

S-s-s-sorry!

[ He's going to trip over his own feet soon. ]

[unpresidential]

Less apologizing, more moving.

[considering he doesn't really know how vigilant whatever's after this guy is, it's quicker to move first and talk later.

nam soon's probably not helping things by leading rasu down a series of narrow alleys, but hey. sometimes sacrifices have to be made.]

[creepface]

[ He's not going to complain because he's too scared to, but at least he's quite fast when he's running as fast as he can. ]

[unpresidential]

[good enough for him. eventually nam soon will pull him into a building. it's nothing special, though there are a few small shops contained inside.]

Places like this. Buildings, small rooms, things with locks. You hide there when things come after you. Not... on the street, not with newspapers. That's how you get yourself killed. [he may know a thing or two about this.]

[creepface]

I-I'm already... dead.

[ He's told several people this already, but he's not quite used to it. No one says things like that when you live somewhere everyone's already dead. ]

B-but okay.

[unpresidential]

You look pretty alive to me.

[even if he's technically dead, or whatever... well, nam soon doesn't care about any of that. the guy is here and tangible, so that's enough for him.]

Dead guys don't have a good reason to hide from things chasing them.

[creepface]

It- it doesn't work. Like that.

[ At least not in his universe. Of course he'd be invisible to the human world if he was back where he came from, but the dead live in Sheol.

He looks around for something to hide under or behind. ]

And- Things are still. Scary.