Post by BlacKitten on Jun 2, 2015 13:18:00 GMT -5
This was the very first time loop where Pluto had retained the memories of what was experienced without experiencing it. All that nonsense that Kurosaki spilled out was true after all, and all the hypotheses were now becoming theories. Rebecca –along with all the other passengers- was the control group; they didn’t possess the memories which gave vital information on what was happening. That blond swordsman held onto such memories on the previous time loop, indicating that the zoan-user wasn’t present in the front cart at the time. Everything happened at the front; it was the crucial source of all this madness. They needed to end this as soon as possible. While his physical stamina remained rejuvenated, his mind would eventually wither away out of impatience. There had got to find a way to terminate out of this seemingly infinite loop.
His hand slowly went over to pat over the girl’s head, gently soothing her to fall into a deep slumber. She nuzzled against him, wanting to be comforted from the fear of impending events. Even though she had no real solid evidence or reason to feel so, the youth was not wrong to be afraid in her situation as the four cloaked gunmen began the execution of their scheming. Everything would replay itself exactly as before, but now he and Kurosaki possessed the knowledge and power to change their own destinies. They can change everyone’s destinies through their memories of a potential future timeline.
“Listen very closely,” Pluto ignored the question as what he was about to say would indirectly reveal his remembrance anyways. In his head, a plan formulated by itself, but it wouldn’t buy them much time. At best, it can cause a split second of hesitation, and those precious few seconds were vital in making the first move. In a soft whisper, he muttered out his thoughts on their next step, “Very soon, they will make a scene. Once we take them out, rob them of their cloaks. Use the hats to shadow your face. The disguise will only grant us a few seconds of confusion later on, and those few seconds will be vital for us in making the first move.” From a single glance of a first impression, that momentary resemblance of clothing would temporarily perplex the enemy.
Pistols pointed in all directions; there was barely any blind spot as each man faced at different angles than the next. One of them bellowed out their demands, first wanting everyone here to shut up and the second was to place all any valuables in the sacks that they handed out, expecting it to be passed on to the next person. If they were not satisfied with what the passengers had to hand over, then it would be their guns doing the talking.
“Alright then,” after a sigh to prepare for the inevitable, Pluto stood up in the midst of someone’s dialogue. “Time for round two,” he muttered aloud, but then he questioned if he had fought them before and simply did not remembered it, “or is it round three?”
“Sit down! Both of you!” A pistol pointed and wavered between the two boys.
If Kurosaki over on his side, then the ones closest over here can be dealt with by him, so that left the ones further down the cart in hands of adolescent with the violet-eyes. Raising both hands up in the air as a gesture that he was unarmed, he walked forward, “There’s only one seat left over here. I’ll seat somewhere else.” Just as an empty sac was being passed around, a pair of leathery black wings sprouted instantaneously from his back. It was a partial transformation.
Pounce!
In a sudden flash, his massive fanned-out wings blurred out of vision; a single flap was all it took. A giant wall of air blasted across the cart, taking up the width between the columns of seats.
“A shockwave?” said one of them incredulously. Everything had come as a big astonishment, and before they realized what just sprung upon them, it was too late. The blunt force swept them off their feet before their backs collided against a wall, sandwiched between the compressed air and a solid surface. As soon as the attack dispersed, the gunmen collapsed onto the ground.
From there, Pluto proceeded in disarming both men of their weapons and discarding their outer attire from their possessions. While he took care of his side of the business, he entrusted the swordsman to deal with the other two. Wings retracted back into his body, and with a swing of his arm, he draped the dark trench coat around his back before slipping one arm at a time through the long loose sleeve that could hide little weapons if needed. All of the guns were confiscated, hidden in the inner pockets of his newly obtained coat. Long ranged weapons would come in handy, and he went through the trouble in making sure none of the bullets were wasted by ending this foreseen scenario as quickly as possible. A dark hat was settled over his head, shadowing his eyes.
He casually perched upon a criminal’s back while facing towards the other end of the cart where his blond acquaintance was situated, “I found my seat.”