The Hunt

[Ash Ingal]

Ash Ingal

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Smile big, for everyone

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Ash walked briskly through the mall. Headphones constantly played loud, repetitive music, and orange hood kept his eyes covered from his white surroundings. A glance and what was going on could easily result in an overflow of information, his powers trying to simultaneously register everything that it could see at the same time. Most of the time this didn't happen, usually it was bareable. Ash still didn't take any chances, he had experiences some impressive headaches in his day. Even as he tried to surpress his powers, streams of information ran through his head.

Even when you know what they've done

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He could see shoes walking by, though. Most people had the curteosy to get out of his way for him, and anyone he did hit he would appologize to. Ash had come here because he needed something. A drive to obtain this recently elusive item had sponsored his current trip into the 'wilderness.' The item that consumed his will, brought him to reveal himself to the bright, loud public was: food.

They gave you the end, but not where to start

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Ash had lived a mostly peaceful life, by recently his refrigerator had been running low. All that it kept cold now was moldy yogurt and a badly wrapped block of cheese. Ash could feel his stomach growling as the aroma of freshly cooked goodies stimulated his olifactories. Lists of ingredients streamed through his head as his body analyzed everything that he could smell. Quickly he payed for the first thing he could find, and sitting down at a nearby table, consumed it without a second thought as to what it was or where it came from.

Not how to build, how to tear it apart

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Ash sat back with a satisfied sigh as he felt himself to be full. Contemplations on what to do next overshadowed passive tidbits in his mind. He could feel something nagging at him, though, something tried to push its way through the rush that was his mind. Eventually, he realized what was going on, he looked to his side to see someone standing there, "Er..." he started.

[Zeek Fulgidus]

Zeek was in the mall purely to find some taste of the people that were mutated. Hell, if they were, they were doing a marvellous job of hiding it. He hadn't spotted anyone that seemed remotely different, or outstanding. Of course there were the 'emo' and 'scene' kids twittering about, but they could hardly be called different. They were what made up today's society. A mixture of identical mistakes and failures building up to construct the citizens that believed they were different. But they weren't, Zeek was different, mutants were different, Agents were different. The people that feel into the categories of broken humans were different. Not the people that believed they were the center of the universe.

Zeek had been stood impassively, as a representation of a man, just watching the world. His previous thoughts never left his mind, but, as he was so occupied; he hadn't found himself aware of his walking around on near invisible clouds. It was a problem he often suffered, much like sleep-walking. When Zeek was in a state, a certain empty state, a trance even; Zeek would end up walking. Walking on clouds. It was his subconscious taking him places, without him awakening.

But it was only now, with his eyes open and his mind uncommunicative, was he awakened. It was a small noise, an unsure sound that roused him. When he came back to reality, he shook his purple-haired head and looked down. A hooded figure was sat by his legs, on a seat, looking towards him. Zeek paused. Then spoke. "Yes?" It was an assertive sound, loud and a little strict. This was often his voice when talking to someone he didn't know.

[Ash Ingal]

Ash Ingal

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Ash had questioned the presence of someone who had apparently been standing next to him. This persons response only served the purpose of telling Ash that said person wasn't there for him. He glanced up at this person, as he could not see who he was talking to. The first thing he saw was the hair. The character that stood in front of him was supposedly male, but the hair was long and purple. "One hundred and forty nine red, one hundred and thirty nine green, and one hundred eighty two blue." His mind told him exactly what color it was. At first, Ash was turned off by this reckless show of individuality, but something was nagging at him that he needed to become at least acquaintances with this strange person.

Ash may have hated his powers, but at least he listened to them. If he could of had a conversation with them, this one would of been "Ash, look at this, it's different"

"Yeah, so? Everyones genetic code is different"

"No, not different like that, this one is just strange, stick with this person"

Even though the actual exchange did not happen, the effect on Ash was the same. He made up his mind that he needed to get to know this person better right there and then. He stood up from his seat, and took a look right into the eyes of this strange male. Numbers flitted through his mind, the width, color, depth of his eyes, too many numbers for Ash to care at the moment. He stuck his hand out in the traditional form. "My name is Ash, whats your?"[/color] The whole act seemed forward, even to Ash, but something was nagging at the back of his head.

[Zeek Fulgidus]

Zeek's chin jutted forward, the whole forward act was a little different to him. He had never really met someone forward enough to just up and introduce themself. And, although it was beyond bizzare, after a stretched moment of silence, the tall, purple themed man took the stranger's hand. "I'm Zeek, pleasure to meet you stranger." Although Zeek had learned the hooded male's name, the whole scene still told him he was a stranger. In fact, common sense would've told him that he was a stranger. And the situation could get dangerous.

"Why so forward?" Zeek asked, the breeze blowing past purely up to him. He hadn't meant to, but during his trance state, he had done all sorts with the weather. It was accidental, of course. But it was still there, still..In your face there.

[Ash Ingal]

Ash Ingal

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You take me to a place where my senses gave way

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This 'Zeek' character seemed a little more aloof than Ash had hoped. In all honesty, though, this was a situation he should not expect many people to take too openly. Ash accepted the hand shake with warm confidence. He was trying as hard as he could not to come off as 'strange stalker person,' and move towards something closer to acquaintance, probably not friend, though. His only motivation was something nagging at the back of his head, telling him that he needed to get to know this person more

Turn it round, shut it down, what the people say

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The next question definitely did not catch Ash off guard. But his preparation did not mean he had an answer for it. "That..."[/color] he paused, "is a good question, I have no idea."[/color] he resumed a more relaxed pose, hands entered pockets and he obtained what was almost a slouch. Then something caught his eye. By this, it means he became aware of it, not that it was subtle by any means. Air currents, precisely measured by very critical eyes, manifested from somewhere where they would be unable to naturally.

Climbing up, coming down, gonna give you some

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Ash tilted his head slightly with a smile. "But now I think I have an answer for you."[/color] he had put it together. Why something was nagging at the back of his head, that "gust of wind," which had manifested itself indoors and approached this purple man in front of him. It would of been obvious to just about anyone.

Take my hand and let it come, let it come, let it

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"Your one of 'them,' aren't you." He took his hands out of his pockets and wiggled his fingers at the word 'them.' He was blunt about what he had noticed, if he was right, he was right. If he was wrong, the most he would come off as was crazy, he could deal with crazy. That and he was rarely wrong. He hadn't even bothered to check Zeek's name against the impromptu list of mutants he had back in his head somewhere.

[Zeek Fulgidus]

Zeek's lips curled upwards at the boy's comments. He seemed to have a lazy demeanor, usually something he'd look down on. Zeek was strict, precise, formal, and the mental image of even himself as a lazy person got on his nerves. But, this boy interested him, so he'd retain his opinion for the time being.

He had been about to add something, when the hooded male waggled his fingers, to emphasise his words. Zeek's expression dimmed to that of an intimidating one. He stooped forward, until his nose was inches away from the opposing's. "How did you know that?" Zeek demanded, he was half aware of the wind around him, but it was barely there. How could he have seen that!?

[Ash Ingal]

Ash Ingal

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Take it back when she knows that you're doing it right

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Ash immediately knew that he had guessed correctly. Zeek's face was as easy to read as an open book. Ash put on a sly little smile in response to his surprise. It was always a little fulfilling getting this kind of reaction out of someone, even after the many times it has already happened.

'Cause everybody else knows what they're taking tonight

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"Let me just say," He paused for a moment, dramatic effect was necessary. "my powers are not quite as noticeable as yours." he ended with a smug grin. Now he knew what was bugging him in the back of his mind. Something had recognized patterns in this purple character that associated with...'different' people.

But I just wanna play it right

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"So what's the good word?" He said, immediately friendly. "I figured I would meet some other people from similar backgrounds eventually. I mean, they let me get away, after all, how smart could they really be?" Ash was surprisingly talkative, excited by meeting someone he could share his 'experiences' with. That and he always enjoyed a good conversation.

[Zeek Fulgidus]

Zeek's lilac eyebrows shot upwards. "You say I'm noticeable, I'm saying you're nosy." Zeek chuckled softly, standing back just a little bit. An overy friendly person was a little different, and perhaps a little hard to grasp, especially for someone who was brought up with rules, manners and such.

"Good word?" The purple haired man questioned, looking down at the hooded figure. "If you're speaking of Agents and Scientists, they still roam the land looking for 'us'." Zeek paused, a brief flash of his past occurances with both of the afore mentioned stereotypes. He ran his fingers through his hair as he took a seat.