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Something Wicked this Way comes...

WHO: Wilson & You~
WHERE: Alien Target? The shopping corner of the city.
WHAT: Being up for nothing good.
WHEN: End of September-ish
WARNINGS: Wilson.

With the plant invasion withering away, the city has once again become rather dull to be in. Wilson hasn't minded the aggressive plants. He hasn't bothered fighting them at all, but they have been fun to watch. Fun and- Well. Inspiring.

But now things have returned to exploring and watching the other locals and sometimes gathering a little here and there. At least he has found a decent place to make his own. Pre-owned, judging by the state of it, but as far as Wilson is concerned, there is room for improvement. Which is the main reason he has come to visit the store.

The lighting in the building isn't flawless, but it is present, allowing for a casual stroll along pieces of rather long furniture, strangely cut clothes, devices that could be tools or toys or art or trash. His shadow creatures are inspecting the more difficult to access corners and are flitting about the place as he inspects the leftovers of a past civilization for anything worth tinkering with.

Wilson picks something up that could either be an alien toothbrush or even a device to erase another being's memory and turns it around between claw-like fingers, pondering it for a moment as he hears the screech of one of his terrorbeaks from a different part of the building. The shadow creature has either found something... Or encountered someone...

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Omega gasps as the creature seems to vanish, jumping when it makes a reappearance. What did it want? It wasn't trying to attack, or at least not right this moment. The girl forces herself to breathe, lowering her bow a little.

"Are...you scared?" she asks, unsure that the shadow can understand her. "To be fair, you startled me too." Still cautious, but she doesn't aim her arrow at the creature for the moment.

"They don't feel fear." The voice that relays these information speaks from somewhere behind Omega just as the shadow creature hisses once more before diving back into the shadows.

It's at that point that Wilson decides to make his appearance, his smirk more idle than automatically unsettling and yet still present. "In its defense, it couldn't have attacked you. That's just not how they work. A design flaw, perhaps, but I didn't make them."

Omega jumps at the sound of someone behind her, but she manages not to point a weapon at him directly as she turns to face him. The movement from the creature has her look back, although in slight relief as it seems to vanish. She's still cautious- it had done so once before and popped up just as quickly, and she'd be a bad soldier if she let her guard down.

"Where did it come from? And how do you know so much about them? I've never seen them before- they're not native to Agra Ten, are they?"

While Wilson wouldn't mind a closer look at that weapon of hers, he's not too keep to get attacked. Not that he's defenseless per se, but it's not his favored way of communication.

"So you're an expert about this world, I see." Wilson concludes with a grin. "You aren't wrong. They don't belong here. But they can be here if I call them. Not the most scientific process, but-" He simply shrugs, then gestures a clawed hand towards Omega. "And what are you doing here?"

"I didn't say that," Omega says with a slight pout. "That's why I'm asking questions." She lets her pull on the bow ease until the energy no longer courses through it for lack of tension.

"They're yours?" He makes it sound like they are, somehow. Having him question what she's doing here makes her frown, but she gives a rough gesture around. "Looking for things my brother and I can use. Is that so strange?"

Wilson shrugs in response to both questions. They're his in one way or another even though he hasn't created them. Inherited when he took Maxwell's place, one might say, but no one here is familiar with the Constant, so it's pointless to bring up any of that stuff. Instead, he peers around at what's currently surrounding them, contemplating how much use any of these items might have.

"Brother? There's whole families here?" He asks when his attention returns to the girl and her bow. "How does that work?"

"Well not all of them, but one is," Omega clarifies. He eyes Wilson, unsure if he's just being like that on purpose or if he really doesn't know. She's even less sure she likes the attention of her bow. It seems to draw a lot of attention though. Her turn to shrug.

"It's an energy bow. You pull it back and the arrow forms when the arms are open."

As long as he doesn't have to encounter any of his own family, Wilson doesn't consider himself personally bothered. But right now the presence of this energy bow takes precedence anyway. Because that thing is fascinating!

"Wait. So you're telling me this isn't some-" Finger quotes. "-magical bow but that it runs on an actual energy source? Have you ever taken it apart to see how it works? Where it draws its energy from? Doesn't it burn your fingers? Why not? Can the effect be replicated and used in a different context? How does the arrow act on impact? Does it cut? Burn? Explode?"

The girl steps back from him and the sudden barrage of questions. "No, not magic," she says, giving him an odd look. "It's an internal pack. I'm not touching the power directly." She shakes her head, not even sure how to answer such questions. "No, it doesn't explode."

Hearing that no magic is involved is music to Wilson's ears and only proves that magic does, in fact, not exist. Cheerful in a possibly unsettling way Wilson does what the shadow creature has done and poofs out of existence for a split second only to reappear right behind Omega, shark-toothed grin too wide for comfort and clawed fingers gripping her shoulders as he leans over it. "Come on. Shoot it! I need a closer look!"

Where did he-??

Omega jumps as she suddenly finds the strange man there behind her, not at all liking how close he's gotten. He's quite eager about this, isn't he?

"Well... all right," she hesitantly agrees. Maybe he'll leave her alone after? Looking around for a target that won't cause too much damage to things, she settles on what might've been an alien mannequin at some point. The arms had all broken off.

The girl unfolds her bow again, pulling back to activate the power, violet light blazing as she takes aim. When she releases it, the energy shot strikes the target soundly- too soundly, likely because the thing is old, as the shot punches right through it.

The alien mannequin nearly exploding is of less interest to Wilson than the workings of the bow itself. And seeing Omega demonstrate it answers several of his questions. His claws give a satisfied twitch before he releases the girl with a pleased little cackle. "Hah! Nice one!" He exclaims, pointing a finger towards Omega's chosen target, but then quickly looking back down at her. "I will ask that you don't shoot that at me. Looks like it hurts a bunch!" Also he'd have to carve her up with his sword in turn.

"Haven't seen anyone else using one of these things, though. Is it just a you-thing?"

Omega looks a little surprised at just how obliterated the target is but she's pleased with herself that she's hit it. She smiles a little at Wilson.

"Well, I wouldn't want to shoot it at you. Anyway, you're not trying to hurt me or anyone." He doesn't seem bad, just...strange. "Ah, I think it's a just-me thing. This is what came with me when I got here."

"No one's given me any reason to hurt them yet." Wilson shrugs almost too casually. He isn't above hurting someone else. Or using them for his experiments. Not when it benefits science.

He points a wiggling finger roughly in Omega's direction. "I can show you a just-me thing if you want." Because that only seems fair.

"...fair, I guess," Omega says carefully. She folds the bow up again with a tap at a switch, still really unsure of what to make of the man.

The offer is something she's equally unsure of, but she gives a slow nod. "All right. What will you show me?"

"Well, science, of course!" Wilson exclaimed excitedly, wiggling his fingers in the air. A motion mirrored by the two shadow hands that popped up from the ground as well only to disappear again a moment later.

He proceeds to take a step backwards and gesture around them widely. "I'm a scientist and this place is FULL of stuff to do science with!"

"Science?" Not that she's unfamiliar with the term, but her familiar version of science usually involves being surrounded by sterile walls and towers of capsules filled with tiny babies.

The man's undoubtedly excited about it all however, and even though she jumps at the appearance of extra, shadowy appendages, Omega finds herself smiling in cautious amusement. "All right then. Can you show me what you mean?"

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