Enter the Dragon (open)

Awaking in a small apartment in some busy city that never sleeps... New York? no.. that was destroyed a couple of years ago... Bangkok? no... dirty... but not that dirty...

All of a sudden Prime hears someone talking in gibberish down stairs... their talking really fast, and really angrily... it sounds like an older woman and a guy, possible 40 years for both, but he can't be sure.

The bed he sleeps in is uncomfortable, yet openly offers him a place to sleep. He lies down for a little while longer trying to forget the nightmares of the previous night, and focus on the upcoming day. He's finally had enough of the lumpy bed, he gets out of bed, dresses in his usually attire, black hoodie, blue jeans and black military boots, with a simple white T-shirt that says "Welcome to Japan!" in big bold comic letters. Perhaps a hint to where he is?

Prime walks out of the room leaving the door wide open for house cleaning, if there is any in the motel, nothing valuable in there anyway, maybe three dollars in American Money... if that. Prime walks past a dirty old maid and smiles at her a little then flips his hood up and casually walks down the stairs. He notices a big fat beast of a man sitting behind the desk counter talking to an old hag looking woman who is carrying a little booklet arguing about something to the man. The man just nods his head and then says something in gibberish again. Prime can't understand it... possibly native... then again possible their own made up language.

He walks outside ready for the day to begin... but he still has to figure out where he is first... He looks around everything is in Manga, big exclamation points are everywhere on every sign and building... he looks down at his shoes.. garbage everywhere around him... he looks back at the motel and then mutters under his breath... "Great... Japan..."

He sticks his hand out towards the bike rack, he then crushes the chain using his powers over metal, drags the bike over towards him and hopes on. He then starts pedaling down the hill into the smog covered city.

Chase finally landed at Tokyo after a long time flying from DC. or, at least what Chase thought was Japan. with him not being able to see normally. He walked around till he saw the outline of he guessed was a person. "Hey mister, Is this Tokyo?" Chase asked.

"いや！ポケモンと漫画と...オール·ザット·ジャズ" the man answered.
"Yea... At least that shortened it down to either China or Japan." Case told himself walking away. "I wonder what I should go see first? Pokemon sounds fun, But then theirs One Piece... I don't know which one to choose." Chase told himself. When he suddenly came to a sudden realization. He had no idea where he was going.

Chase was walking around tokyo for awhile and sarted to make tiny stick figures out of electricity. "This little guy went to the market... this little guy stayed home... This little guy went wee wee wee, What am I doing in my life?" Chase told himself... Again. Chase then stopped at a sidewalk and looked up a hill. to see a person on a bike.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

9:00. What an awful sound to remind people of the time.

Click.

Rising from the chair, Milo Molly couldn't be more ecstatic to leave the that over-cleaned room. Through the stitching of his fox-skin he could smell bleach filling every layer of fabric, coating every counter, and the burden it put on every other scent. Did the cleaners drown the motel rooms with chlorine between each customer? Why couldn't they just throw some compost here or there? Doing that tonight would be a good idea... He had the whole night to think on how to go about collecting compost to do this. This was one of the worst smelling places he's been to, but he is being payed to sit in a hotel for ten hours. Not because he has to sleep--no, no. He does not sleep. However, he must act like humans do. This means waiting until the sun is up, and the streets are bustling with people late for work. That's when the tourists come out, too.

His employer wants a solid report from the perspective of a regular Joe. His only allowed exception would be his attire. A suit fit for business with a pattern fit for an Indian wedding, and almost worthy of cosplay. Swirling, curling lines to ward away the curious. Pinstripe lines to draw out confusion. Really, it is just a fashionable, yet ugly outfit that looks too much like it should be the costume of some psychedelic electronica musician. It is a cheap outfit, though. True to the intention of his limited travel budget. To make the report what it should be, he keeps expenses to a minimum. Small motel, a single suitcase, and a "borrowed" bike. But...

Where's the bike?

Milo couldn't smell it anywhere. The perfume he sprayed it with earlier did not fill the the parking lot like it should. Leaning around the corner, he picks up a whiff of a trail leading away. A thief! Well, that was already obvious. It's not like the owner could have found it three cities over. Or at least, that is the least likely scenario of the two. Whoever the thief is, they will pay for this terrible inconvenience. Milo had made plans the previous night to go sight-seeing with it. He hates cars an awful lot. Too fast, and too noxious. He can't see a thing when he drives those. But shelf that thought, there are things to do.

Milo speeds back to his door, his room, his bag, and then the door again. Can't pay for the room! No time to waste! Boots equipped, he leaps over the balcony, glides to the ground, and begins his dash down the street to follow the fragrant bicycle. He jumps once. Odd... that usually works. He jumps a second time. Still nothing. Third jum--CRASH! Milo blasts off right into a neon sign for traditional tattoos. He must have been slacking in his practice. Either that, or his head's under new management.

At least the trail's still warm.

Prime looked backwards for a second so he could make sure no one was behind him so he could turn to the right, but instead of a car to see, he saw a crazy man in a stripped suit flying close enough to Prime to be considered dangerous.

When Prime was about to stop, a pedestrian walked right in front of Prime and stopped him.

Prime flipped over the pedestrian, and thus the bike landing on the curb next to him.

"Hey buddy, you alright?"

(Question. Is the pedestrian Chase/Me?)