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"Gah I'm..." Fine, don't say it don't say it don't say it. I have feeling she'd force me to take the help anyway "grateful, thanks for the help alpha." While he kept pressure off his gooed up leg, Oel pulled out one of the most usefully specific devices he'd ever known, car keys. Great for accessing a car legally or illegally without all the hassle of alarms and being by police shortly after driving for more than three seconds. Holding it out with a pained look painted across his face.

"Just, don't treat 'er too rough please... Ahhhh man." Though before Oel could finish his thought, he felt it again, a small nick this time upon his leg that was realtivly fine. Reaching into the wound and bypassing the wall of stinging pain, he felt it again. 

"You see where that came from Alpha? Cause I have a feeling this guy doesn't really like me." 

 

"Well you're not wrong, though I'll give you a warning, you get hit by me at all don't heal that wound, or let it heal... Well you an but it'd be a bit painful, wouldn't it Oel"  The voice sounded rather disgusting to Oel, it was the one that caused him to hurt himself the most, and the sound quality of the voice changer was rather low in quality but it did its job. While it was disgusting to his ears it also bothered him for the fact it seemed to be coming from multiple directions, each one varying in amount of satiric.

"This cun-" Another one hit him, this time scraping the inside of his mouth and scratching its side, unable to scream without causing any more pain he opted to bite down in pain. 

(So you like the new layout so far, I do.) 

 

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(Gag! I totally spaces on this. Stupid EOCs... Thankfully Im done, so I can't finally reply.)

Alpha sighed in exasperation as she watched her partner hobble his way to his vehicle, her legs pushing her forward so she could catch up.

In all honesty it would be nice to use her ability right about now, and she would no doubt have to since her bike didn't exactly have a driver.

Taking a glance forward , Alpha came face to face with an outstretched hand offering up Oel's keys.

 

"Just, don't treat 'er too rough please... Ahhhh man." 

Alpha nodded to what Oel said, her gaze scanning him as she slipped the keys into her pocket.

Oel once again winced, another cut appearing along his relatively fine leg.

"I didn't see where that came from...damn...look can you keep to yourself while I run and do something? It'll be right quick."

Alpha questioned. Her eyes were shining slightly as the light from the sky reflected on them.

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(Ha,I lost internet acess for almost an entire month now lol, but hey at least I got misquote bites from PR though)

 

"Just take the keys, you see my legs don't you?" He said as he started to get somewhat used to the painful numbness he felt below the thighs.  Setting aside his legs feeling he finally had a somewhat clear direction of the person causing him pain was, so while went through each name he could call the guy in his head Oel's free hand went and pulled out a blow dart with some sharp cone shaped pieces of glass. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, just remember to speed up when you exhale. Taking a few seconds on his breathing, and he blew. With a small boom the glass flew and out from the darkness he could hear its mark. 

"Use a real weapon like metal!" 

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Alpha sighed when she took the keys. While she wasn't keen on allowing Oel to be on his own while injured, she needed to make sure her bike was okay.

With a mental shove to get going she took off down the street toward her pride and joy.

Most woman had a man or child/children as their babies. For Alpha that was her bike. It was what little she had from her brother and despite the fact that he had also given it to her she still loved it. 

Turning the corner she came upon the black, blue, and silver Aprilla RS4 50 parked neatly on the corner. A grin slipped over her features as she walked over, pressing her hand to the handle while thinking about her options. 

She figured it'd be best to just send the bike to her residence without her. With that thought in place she tapped the device she had built into the side, the seat on the bike soon being covered in flickering lights before a rather solid hologram appeared sitting down on the thing. 

Alpha smirked and called on her inner energy, allowing it to travel into the vehicle. Within seconds the bike was purring with life, and with a soft whisper it was taking off down the road. 

Alpha nodded to herself and turned to run back to Oel.

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As small bits of metal that went really fast pelted him, Oel found it harder and harder to load and reload as the bits of metal came faster and faster. While accelerating process in his body was nice to get things done it did come with the con of  making him tired really, really quickly. He wasn't even on the sixth one, and already he felt like he just ran ten miles. Though while some of his shots made the barrage falter even for a second the least he could say was that they were in his range.

As he heard something in the distance like a bike the pelting started to lay off with only a few landing near him every now and than.

"You're not leaving here with that evidence."

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(So sorry I didn't reply sooner. Something weird happened with my notifications.)

Alpha had a bad feeling and it was only growing worse the closer she got to where she had left Oel. As a precaution, she reached into her bag and tugged out a small metal folded plane, holding it up as she focused on it. Just like the bike it seemed to spur, lifting up and rising from her palm into the air. Alpha grabbed a hold of the end, ignoring the mental squeak she received before she threw it as hard as she could into the open air.

Despite being metal, the plane sailed across the sky perfectly. The sight made Alpha smile slightly, but that smile vanished as she rounded the corner Oel was left at. Her eyes widened when she noticed Oel fighting an unseen enemy, most likely the one with the weird butter ability.

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(No need to apologize, is all cool man. I've been messing around with OC stuff)

Over the course of Oel's and the preps fight, he felt that  the little butter pellets start to lessen more and more, even though he hadn't started fighting more than a few minutes ago, most of his right arm had been chipped by the blades enough so his arm was well on its way to being as unusable as his leg. Though while the butterfication was limited to most of his leg and now one arm, it felt like it was starting to affect the other parts of his body. I swear once I-- is that  a metal plane? 

"I think I might've missed the guy, but you got room for one more on there?" He said as he reached out towards her trying to stand up 

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Alpha took hold of the situation, carefully maneuvering her body in front of Oel's while she peered in the direction of the attacker.

Carefully Alpha flicked her finger toward the attacker's last projectile, her eyes watching as the metal plane shot in that direction. 

Her fingers brushed more metal planes in her pack, the smaller ones flying up to join the first. Each one behaved like a targeting missile, their razor sharp edges slicing through several bricks on their way up.

Alpha carefully helped Oel up and to his vehicle, huffing softly in annoyance. "I did not sign up for this...in fact this was supposed to be a simple vacation-case where I could relax after that stupid time at home..."

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(Ah sorry for the long wait and relatively short reply)

 

As Oel saw Alpha's ability he looked on wide-eyed and cringed a bit seeing them slice through brick. As Oel laid back into seat with the help of Alpha

 

"Oh my hero~~", he said laying back into his seat. 

 

"I did not sign up for this...in fact this was supposed to be a simple vacation-case where I could relax after that stupid time at home..."

 

"Never knew people used missing person case for vacations these days, you do drug busts as a hobby too?" He said as he pulled out his notepad pencil in mouth, updating case notes looking back at Alpha he continued, "Alpha, say since you sent those metal planes at him did you get a good look at the guy?"

 

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Alpha took note of Oel's reply as she shook her head. 

"Only on Mondays. Other days I like to play cards with the Mafia or play games with Moriarty."

Alpha replies in a completely honest tone, only her twinkling eyes betraying her seriousness.

She has long since stopped caring for others' opinions.

When Oel asked her another question, this time about the guy, she shook her head.

"Don't think so. I mean maybe a hood or something black, but not really. Plus my planes have no way to see...so sadly I can't get a recording from them."

Turning after she answered, Alpha took note of their surroundings. She flicked her fingers to have the planes return, each one settling gently on her palm before stacking neatly.

Alpha then shut the door on Oel's side and went to the driver's seat.

In all honesty, thus turned out better than her last investigation. Too me fair, John had screwed that one up, and then Moriarty had made everything worse. She played no part in the mess up, no matte what William said.

(No harm done. Phew, this is getting long but I like it.)

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(I do too, so what direction you wanna point this thing in?)

 

 

 

"Gee willikers! Does he cheat against you too?" Oel said right before spitting his pen up into the air, tracking its path hoping it'd land within the cupholder. To see it bounce near his objective, brought an almost tear to his eye. What did bring a tear to his eye was the snail's pace creeping of the body becoming butter, the pain sharp like an obsidian scalpel. 

 

"Hey, Alpha I know this might sound like a weird request but, would you happen to be able to use those planes to-, so we're heading now?" 

 

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Alpha laughs at the mentioning of cheating. She feels a pang in her chest but pushes it back no need to get emotional when they had just escaped a bad situation.

Calmly she steered the car down several roads before pulling into a classier neighborhood.

"My planes turn sentient so they can do a lot. As for where we're going, well..."

She paused and pulled into her driveway. Strangely the garage opened for her. Inside her bike was parked in the corner, gleaming and humming with life. 

Alpha pulled in, parking as the garage closed behind her. She exited the car and went around to help Oel out.

"Welcome to my humble abode."

She spoke with a quirk of her lips.

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The interior of the house wasn't too fancy or odd, just simple modern brought together with a touch of workmanship of Alpha's part. 

Alpha helped Oel out of his car and over to the steps leading into her laundry room. 

"You'll need to take your shoes off."

She told him, pausing to do so herself as she opened the door and stepped inside she placed her shoes in a box by the door, glancing back at Oel to make sure he followed her direction.

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"You don't really strike me as the traditional type." 

Not wanting to be rude Oel took off one of the shoes his buttered leg dripping bit by bit out of his pants. Well it's not painful anymore, you know what the perp's power is now so there's that going for you. 

 

"Oh Alpha I'm so glad this happened, this investigation is going to be so much easie-... Wait never mind, well this is gonna be weird."
 

"Alpha can you call the station up?"

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Alpha chuckled when Oel called her traditional. In all reality she was simply practical. No shoes meant less dirt tracked inside, which in turn meant less cleaning.

Alpha walked to the door of the laundry room, opening it to view the kitchen. The kitchen was classically designed with marble counters, a large island, stainless steel appliances, a dual-oven, black wood cabinets, and a white door opened to show the stocked pantry. Paintings and torn, framed letters were hung on the walls, though no were pictures displayed.

She walked turned on the light and walked past the kitchen to the bar settled between the kitchen and living room. 

Her steps were silent and she walked with graceful ease that came from years of training.

The living room had a dual leather recliner and a gray futon. No TV was present and the walls were lined with 'decorative' swords and knives from around the world.

Other knickknacks lined the walls, each from different areas Alpha had traveled. Some even seemed other world in origin.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'm gonna start some food"

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