His shoulder protested every time he moved his arm, but the adrenalin was starting to do its usual thing where it shoved all the pain into the corner for him to deal with later, which he really needed in this truly crucial moment.
"Don't tell me that...ah, crap," Niikura said, panting for breath as he skidded to a stop and executed a sharp turn down a nearby alleyway as the other possible paths flooded with people. What kind of town was this, huh? Were they all connected by some kind of hive mind? Actually, that made sense, since safety in numbers and all. He wouldn't have been surprised if somewhere buried in this town, there was some kind of supreme being trapped in a cocoon that sent out telepathic rays to everyone to enter Berserk Mode or whatever whenever it sensed trouble. Dystopian mangas always had something like that in them, and since his life inside the institute was starting to play out like one, it would make sense if his outside one was too--
"AUGH!" He snapped back to reality just in time to pivot neatly around the remnants of what had probably been a stop sign, although not without a truly ungainly scream. Niikura shook his head and then tried to focus his attention on someone else: Mike.
"Hey...why haven't ya put the goddamn...collar on him yet, huh?" he asked, trying to shoot the turtle his best glare as they thundered down another street. "And quit hoggin' the street!"
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"Don't tell me that...ah, crap," Niikura said, panting for breath as he skidded to a stop and executed a sharp turn down a nearby alleyway as the other possible paths flooded with people. What kind of town was this, huh? Were they all connected by some kind of hive mind? Actually, that made sense, since safety in numbers and all. He wouldn't have been surprised if somewhere buried in this town, there was some kind of supreme being trapped in a cocoon that sent out telepathic rays to everyone to enter Berserk Mode or whatever whenever it sensed trouble. Dystopian mangas always had something like that in them, and since his life inside the institute was starting to play out like one, it would make sense if his outside one was too--
"AUGH!" He snapped back to reality just in time to pivot neatly around the remnants of what had probably been a stop sign, although not without a truly ungainly scream. Niikura shook his head and then tried to focus his attention on someone else: Mike.
"Hey...why haven't ya put the goddamn...collar on him yet, huh?" he asked, trying to shoot the turtle his best glare as they thundered down another street. "And quit hoggin' the street!"