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Who| Rico, and anyone!
What| Two different magical shenanigans
Where| All over Legion World
When| During Game of Throne
Warnings/Notes| Rico who's actually nice. Also maybe a ten year old trying really hard to break your arm.

[A: what's going on]

Not long after the wave of magical energy sweeps over Legion World, Rico might be seen making his way around the place, acting rather uncharacteristically for anybody who's interacted with him for longer than two seconds.

Instead of marching through the corridors like a tank and expecting people move out of his way like usual, he's strolling without a single ounce of swagger or arrogance. He greets people he passes, waving to them with a friendly expression that actually seems genuine instead of the usual edge of mockery.

"It's a nice morning, don't you think?"

[B: training exercise?]

Rico wakes up, and this isn't the Academy.

This is absolutely not the Academy.

As soon as he's done processing that, he hurriedly ducks down behind a nearby structure he can't discern the purpose of. He's in some kind of facility, that much is apparent. He pats himself down for his boot knife and lawgiver. Unarmed. Maybe they were testing the cadets to respond in the situation of a kidnapping? But what if this was a kidnapping? Rico thinks it unlikely, considering they'd have to get through the Academy's ironclad defences and surveillance systems, and they've done similar exercises in the past, where they've all been drugged and tossed in the back of a van.

But what was the goal of this one? To remain hidden until he finds a way out? To locate and regroup with his fellow cadets? What's the protocol to follow here?

If this is a test, he can't fail. That much is certain. He can't stay here forever. He has to take the initiative and rescue Joe and the others, if they're here.

So this short, helmeted ten year old is carefully creeping around corners, sticking to nooks and hiding when he hears somebody coming by. At some point during a particularly risky stretch, he starts to hear footsteps coming just around the corner his way. He flattens himself against the wall, tensing up as he hopes that they'll pass him by. Would he really be so lucky?

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By now, Zenyatta has warmed up considerably and has obtained some more clothing. He's still floating oddly like a drunken balloon, but it is better than not being able to move around. Zenyatta is mostly learning how to experience the world as a human. (It is such a learning experience!)

He tilts his head toward Rico, puzzled, but offers his own wave in greeting. "It has been quite an interesting one for me." Zenyatta gives a small laugh. "How are you feeling?"

This isn't the normal behavior Zenyatta has come to expect from Rico, so he already assumes something is amiss.

"I'm feeling excellent, droid, thanks for asking - or however you prefer to be addressed now. Looks like you're having quite a day of your own!"

Rico beams as he peers closer at Zenyatta, hands on his hips.

"But before we continue this conversation, I would like to attend to one thing. I don't mean this in any accusatory way, but are you currently inebriated? Public intoxication is only a simple misdemeanor, but I'm concerned for the state of affairs that led to this decision. Are you facing any particular hardships in your life right now, that you might turn to alcohol for escape?"

Edited 2017-10-25 11:45 (UTC)

It was another day at Hero University and Aku was on his way to another simulated training mission like all new Legionairres were required to do. Now that he was no longer trapped in the form of a pug, he was free to take on his usual form, but significantly smaller. Though at seven feet tall (not including the horns), he still towered over the heads of most. For the mission, he'd fashioned himself a pair of legs and was wearing all his 'hero gear', including a scarlet cape around his neck and a Legionairre issued belt around his trim waist. He felt ridiculous but at least he looked the part... sort of. At the very least, his broad Dorito-shaped chest was impressive?

He paid no particular attention to anyone around him as he swept past but at the sound of Rico's voice, he stopped suddenly. Then turned. "YOU!"

Aku wasted no time in lunging at Dredd, his hand striking out like a viper to capture his throat. Regardless of how thick Rico's neck might be, the demon's hand fully engulfed it. His grip was firm and powerful, clawed fingers aching to crush bone and cartilage beneath. But he did not seek to harm the human. He sought only to make things very uncomfortable for him.

"You will deeply regret your mockery of the Almighty Aku," the demon growled, teeth bared in disdain.

Without even blinking, Rico just smiles placidly back like an idiot. And rather than drawing his boot knife and trying his level best to eviscerate him from gut to throat, he puts his hands on his waist with a put upon attitude, clearing his throat and talking the best he can through the very firm pressure on his windpipe.

"If you didn't think it was, all you had to do was say so. Violence is always uncalled for."

His eyes flick down at the hands circling his neck, and he cranes his head to see them better.

"Hm! I did notice you're not a small, four-legged animal with a funny face anymore. I think it's wonderful you found a solution to your predicament!"

Again with the wise-guy antics? When was this human gonna learn! Aku narrowed his eyes incrementally at Rico's smiling face and his fingers flexed around his throat with tenuous self-restraint.

"You? An advocate against violence? PAH!" The deom's breath gusted across Rico's face smelling of burnt wood. "Who do you think you're fooling, Dredd?"

Zenyatta laughs, cheeks growing rosy. He puts a hand to his mouth to try and stifle his laughter enough to talk. Oh, this is most certainly not the Rico he knows, but this Rico isn't unpleasant either.

"I appreciate your concern, but I have not turned to any kind of drink. I cannot fully control my flying with my ring while in this form. I am far more used to hovering under my own omnic power." Which he hasn't been able to channel since he turned human. Zenyatta doesn't worry that he has lost his power; true self is without form. He feels it will come back once he has gained a balance and mastery of his new form. That will take practice and experience, both of which he's still gaining.

"I am much less precise in my calculations as a human, and I need to rely on my soul to... ah, work on instinct? Would that be the correct way to refer to it?"

"Absolutely nobody! It's unfortunate that you feel the need to carry out a serious assault of a Judge, which carries a heavy sentence of ten to twenty years by the way, but I'm inclined to be understanding of your motives, which must be well-founded and entirely reasonable."

Rico gives another vacuous smile, and reaches out to grip Aku's shoulder reassuringly gently.

"Why is it that you feel this way? Is there any way I can make amends for my behavior?"

Edited 2017-10-26 12:49 (UTC)

"Reduced to filthy human instinct! Yes!" Rico takes Zenyatta by the hands, as if trying to stop him from floating away, and then spins him around rather enthusiastically in a circle. "That's wonderful to hear!"

After several revolutions of this, he slows to a stop and clears his throat, whispering hoarsely to Zenyatta as if imparting a secret. "There is such a severe substance abuse problem here in the Legion, it would be a shame to hear that you've fallen into the same trap." Rico shakes his head ruefully. "Especially now that you've been exposed to the full breadth of the unique human experience. Why, I can't possibly imagine how it would feel to taste sugar or alcohol after a lifetime of being denied it." He finishes brightly. "Ecstatic, possibly!"

Dredd's strange behavior was exasperating, but now it was getting weird. Perturbed by the 'friendly' gesture, Aku snarled and shook off the hand from his shoulder. Sure, it was fine for Aku to invade other people's personal spaces, but when they invaded his? Unacceptable. Though what really toasted Aku's biscuits was how Dredd was putting on this act of innocence as if he was completely blameless for any wrongdoing of his own. It was as if the fool was begging for a fatal injury.

"Amends, my black mass! You care nothing about 'making amends'. You seek only to fan the conflagration you started!" Here, the demon loomed close and his voice pitched low, somewhere between a growl and a whisper. "If your intention is to have me banished from the Legion, you will fail miserably."

That said, he withdrew his hand suddenly from Rico's throat and turned to leave.

"Of course not! We're colleagues, after all. We should be working together in the spirit of co-operation, and the organizational ethos of the Legion."

If Aku thought that signaled the end of their conversation, he thought wrong. Rico side-steps along with him, and matches his pace, still talking. "Where do you think you're going, chum? Not without me, I hope!" he asks cheerfully, yanking Aku in by the shoulder to engulf him in a side hug, crushing him close. Unfortunately, it's the side with the bulky, pointed shoulder pad.

"I feel like I've offended you," he whispers mournfully into Aku's amorphous black mass. "I really have to apologize. Maybe we could go to the mess hall and share a re-conciliatory meal. Are you a fan of mock-chocks in any fashion?"

"I would not call human insti--!!" Zenyatta doesn't get to finish his sentence as he yelps at the sudden movement. He finds it hard to focus on the man before him, but he tries to maintain eye contact to give himself a point of reference.

Even after Rico has stopped their spinning, the sensation of it continues. Zenyatta's balance is thrown off considerably, and the world shifts. He cannot find a way to recalibrate his balance. He knows that he is floating relatively upright, but his mind, his body wants to continue in the direction they were spinning just seconds before. It only barely registers to him that Rico is talking.

"Excuse me. I..." He puts his hands to his head, a gesture he has seen humans use when their head hurts. It's not the same, but there must be some wisdom and meaning to it. Something that helps. "I think my acceleration and tilt sensors have malfunctioned."

Rico has succeeded in making Zenyatta dizzy.

"Haha, silly! That's just the endolymph fluid in your ear canals. You're a human now, you don't have acceleration and tilt sensors!"

Rico reaches up and raps his knuckles on the side of Zenyatta's forehead.

"You'd better get used to the many ways your biological body will betray you! But when somebody's feeling dizzy, I always feel that a crack on the head with a daystick solves it. Or a sit-down! Maybe you need a long sit-down. I think I need one too."

"Wha—?! BLARGH!!" Aku snarled.

Infuriated by the unwanted proximity, the demon brought his fist down hard upon Rico's head. If it weren't for the helmet, he'd have received quite a knock to the cranium.

"You have done more than offend me, Dredd!" Aku was shoving the heel of his hand against the side of Rico's helmet in an attempt to forcefully extract him. "And you CONTINUE to offend me with this foolish play-acting!"

Protection against head injuries is indeed part of why he wears it in the first place.

"Oof! That tickles!" Much like pressing an 'on' button, Rico starts giggling. In a low, baritone voice like his, it might come out a lot more sinister than intended. He tightens his grip like an iron cinch, putting his prodigious upper body strength to good use even as his face is pushed away.

"Are we roughhousing now? Oh, I used to do that all the time with my little brother. Alright mister grouchy, better get ready for some tickles!"

Rico heaves his muscles, and Aku might have a second of warning before he's suplexed. Get ready, Aku. The tickle train is barreling right towards him, and they're only going to stop at fun-town.

Not this time. Being alert to weird little disturbances is, unfortunately, part of Spartan training. The Chief notices there's a strange kid here, and that's definitely not how people act in casual hallway situations.

He pauses, head tipped in a mute gesture that reads explain.

Wide eyed behind his visor, every inch of his body language screams a guilty 'caught in the act'. Rico's right hand twitches towards an empty holster as he takes half a step back. The heavily armored man in front of him is huge, and there's no way around him but through. Without weapons, or even a boot knife, he's got no chance of fighting him. Far too late to avoid detection, the priority now is to evade capture.

Without a single word, he bolts towards him, and attempts to slide between his legs.

"A sit-down may be what I need," Zenyatta says as he rubs the spot where he was knocked on the head. It is such a different sensation than what he would have felt as an omnic. There is a lingering (although light) pain that could have been felt once before it disappeared as an omnic. Not so as a human. "It is amazing how we could share so much spiritually and also experience the world around us differently." The cold of his habitat was only the tip of the iceberg, so to speak.

"Would you like to sit with me? I have yet to meditate since my attempts to when I first transformed into a human, but I think I should be able to now." He turns to face Rico. "And I recall offering to teach you how to meditate."

Rico laughs, and claps his hands. "Of course!" he says, with a slight edge to his smile that seems more reminiscent of his usual self. "And you've hardly even touched the full range of human experience. I don't suppose I ever got to thanking you for everything you've done on Apokolips, helping me have a taste of what inner balance feels like for once in my life!"

He tilts his head to the side, looking just over Zenyatta's shoulder. "Of course I didn't." he mutters thoughtfully to himself. But then he perks up again. "I've been struck by a great idea, actually."

With two fingers pressed to his helmet, he sends a quick, secret burst of info over the frequency range.

... .... ..... ...

"Perfect!" And with that, he dusts his hands off, and bows jauntily at the waist. "Lead the way, my formerly-robot friend."

Not only was Aku lighter than he looked but he was also somewhat top-heavy, especially in this bipedal form, which made dropping him easier than he'd care to admit. It came as a shock when he found himself slammed on his back against the floor. Even more alarming was that Dredd seemed hellbent on getting up in his personal space and dishonoring him with 'tickles'.

Aku looked momentarily horrified but he was quick to defend himself. From his chest and torso burst forth an abundance of long, spiked projections that could easily impale a man should he get too close.

"Sure you wanna do that?" Aku smirked, waiting to see if Dredd would dare risk getting any closer to those barbed, black spears.

The Rico before him has no fear of death. Or even grievous injury, for that matter. He has only smiles for Aku, and an unceasing desire to share the fun.

"Now, now," he chuckles, with the attitude of somebody who might stick his hand in an industrial grinder, or walk in front of a laser sight without flinching if it meant he would get what he wanted. This, at least, is consistent amongst all versions of Rico. "That's cheating! Playing dirty, I see. But don't you think that'll stop me!"

Regardless of any spears that might literally kill him, he opts to dive right in without any hesitation, targeting the sides.

WHAT — WHAT IN THE NAME OF DARKNESS?? Aku couldn't believe it — Dredd was absolutely, unspeakably out of his mind!

He had been so certain the spikes were enough of a deterrent that he hadn't bothered to arm his sides. Now he was being subjected to the utterly discomforting sensation of wanting to both laugh and die in the same breath.

But Aku was no Tickle-Me-Elmo. He thrashed a fist against Dredd's visor and then shifted his form once again, this time to something more suitable for escape. His body became a serpentine streak of black as he launched himself from Dredd's grip and wriggled away. Coupled with his flight ring capabilities, he tore through the hallway like a flying sea serpent, screaming, ""DREDD, YOU FOOOOOOOL!"

Tilting his head to the side, Zenyatta can't help but wonder what that "great idea" might be. The pause was curious, but without his access to his omnic energy, he couldn't sense the general emotions of the area and people. Harmony, discord... he would have to reconnect to them in a new way should he stay in this form for long. He's sure he could feel the embrace of the Iris again.

"I am happy to help you feel inner peace, even if it was just for a moment." He leads them to an empty lobby. Then, he lowers himself onto a plush couch, legs still crossed. "I would normally bring you to my biome, but I thought this would be more comfortable. Please take a seat."

Rico pauses and looks up at Aku's retreating back, his arms curiously empty. Oh.

"You can't escape from the long arm of the law forever!" he calls out after him, chuckling, but he doesn't make a move to hunt him down, as fun as a round of tag would be. The man clearly needs his space.

Rico dusts himself off, and gets to his feet. "What a shame," he murmurs to himself. "I'll get him next time."

And with that, he's off.

Rico happily throws his full weight down onto the other end of the same couch, making the cushions (and Zenyatta) bounce in place. He shifts around, finding a comfortable position across him, then sits with his hands placed neatly in his lap, listening eagerly.

Although not just for Zenyatta's next words. Any minute now, there should be...

"Get out of my way! Clomp clomp clomp clomp CLOMP-

Yeah, there it is.

Rico bursts his way onto the scene, incandescent with rage. Headed straight for his counterpart, he reaches down and fists the other Rico's collar, hauling him bodily up and off the couch. "DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY, JOE? YOU PICKED A DROKKING BAD TIME TO GAIN A SENSE OF HUMOR."

The first Rico just smiles serenely and tilts his head backward to address Zenyatta.

"Say hi!"

Zenyatta is about to guide him through the steps to begin meditation when someone storms into the lobby. He instantly jolts back into the air when Rico is picked up by... Rico? There's confusion on his face, and he almost thinks his vision has doubled. Almost. He takes a deep breath to clear his head and floats over to place a hand on the second Rico's shoulder. Let's try to keep this from escalating further...

"Ah, you appear to be the Rico I am more familiar with. Would you let him go, so we may talk about this?" He turns to the one who's being held in the air. "So, then you are... Joe? Or at least a Rico that do not I know."

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