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video. username: s.cougar

Ah, to be young and alive! Breathe in the air, enjoy the scenery, get to know the people...

Let me tell you a little philosophy...

[The young man in the video — he's such a character in hair alone (what on earth is going on with it) — sits in his rented hospital wheelchair in his simple apartment space on floor 14 (needs a little work, he thinks, not nearly enough reading material or flashy bits). In one hand, he's got some silly romance novel that's clearly forgotten, and he looks a bit weary, a bit hollowed out from battles not yet mentioned, but he's clearly so very jazzed about the opportunity to be here in Riverview. After all, he'd thought he'd be a dead man, and though he's hardly out of the woods entirely, he has more time to keep going! More time to really go the extra mile -- literally! Ahahahaha!

Oh, yes, the philosophy. Ehem.

At this point, his mouth is moving a mile a minute.]

That's the fun of travel, and there's no better travel than hopping worlds; think about it...! Of all the universes and all the galaxies, you were extended a hand to this place — a one in a trillion chance, perhaps more, to be among the stars! Or perhaps to shoot across time and space like one...! More time to chase after longevity, to meet records, to dash down the sin of sloth. We all have the right to free will! Free will to fall in love, to learn and grow and develop new and interesting hobbies and ideas and concepts of what it is to be our own individual self; individuality is key! [He's balancing on one wheelchair wheel, spinning in a circle. Stop him. STOP HIM.] But what's the point of all that if you're too slow to get around to it, huh?! Don't let yourself hold you back!! If you want something, reach for it, so you know what that means—?!

[He stops. Drops back onto all his wheels, so tickled.]

Anyone interested in wheelchair racing?

[Sometimes (most times) he just can't help himself.]

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[... heh]

... Buuut I just got here, so I have no clue where anything is.

What a great adventure, being in a new city...

[ah... that takes the wind out of his sails]

You just got here? And you're already tryin' to take people on? That's pretty gutsy!

Just a little friendly competition, that's all.

It's important to mingle, right? One of the best defining moments in life is newfound companionship!

[Even if he'll never remember your name, or maybe forget where he knows you from.

No time to slow down and think on it.]

I agree! Though I don't have a wheelchair. I can probably find one. Then we can race!

Well, if you want, I could make you a really cool passenger seat* on this bad boy.

Then we'll really get some traction. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, isn't that the saying?

[*Osomatsu do not take up this offer.]

[his whole face lights up]

Whoa, really? That sounds awesome!

[what part of putting a passenger seat on a wheelchair sounds awesome?]

Exactly! See, I knew you were a logical man.

Meet me on the community roof, I'll give you a proper demonstration of the Radical Good Wheelchair!

[sweeeeet! Osomatsu's super excited!]

Okay, be there in a minute!

[Osomatsu, you've made him a truly blessed man. And here he thought he'd have no fun in the weeks of sitting in this wheelchair. Waiting to heal properly? Bah, he feels fit as a fiddle! Osomatsu will find, upon going to that rooftop, Cougar sitting in his wheelchair and checking the direction of... the wind... for some reason...]

Hey there! Glad you made it; it's all set.

[Osomatsu comes up to the roof, looking around briefly before his eyes settle on the flashy-dressed man. those pink sunglasses.........]

Already? [Osomatsu approaches, checking out the wheelchair. he's happy, too, glad to have met someone with a free spirit who wants to spend time with him]

Already! Already, he says!

Don't you know, that's one of the words I hear the most?

[The fella is certainly really content in his own skin, which is a bit of a paradox, considering the state of him; his pant legs are rolled up, and there are clear bandages that go all the way under his comfy as hell slippers. Regardless, he can't help but generate a confounding amount of positivity!!

He motions for Osomatsu to come over.]

Just stand right here, and I'll do the rest, huh?

[... There's no side cart or anything. Huh.

Peculiar.]

[hey, as long as the guy is happy, it's cool, right? it doesn't matter what state he's in, and Osomatsu's not going to ask him about whatever accident happened. for now, he does as he's told, coming to stand where the man requested]

Sure. [he's happiest when someone else says they'll do all the work]

[... A deeply ominous cackle sounds beside him.]

[And just as suddenly, a strange, psychadelic color glows around him and the wheelchair; railing from the rooftop altogther vanishes, or rather transforms itself onto the wheelchair. A hot pink paint job appears -- and then what appear to be incredibly unsafe and large rockets on the back. The wheels grow larger, and something under the wheelchair whirs like an engine.

And you, Osomatsu, well. You will find yourself getting pulled backwards by a seatbelt, right into the comfortable leather of a suddenly grown passenger seat. Cougar adjusts his glasses, feels a swell of energy and pride like no other and reaches for -- is that some sort of steering stick--]

Skies clear, air traffic looks great!!

LET'S GOOOOOOOO!!! AHAHAHAHA!!!!

[AND SUDDENLY THE ROCKETS ARE BLASTING AND THE TWO-MANNED-WHEELCHAIR-TURNED-AIRCRAFT GOES ARCHING OVER THE TOP OF RIVERVIEW AT 130 MILES PER HOUR LIKE A SHOOTING STAR OF DEATH AS OSOMATSU'S BACK TRIES TO MELT INTO THE LEATHER SEATING SCREAAAAAAA]

Edited 2017-09-05 00:39 (UTC)

[...

let it be known that, on this day, Osomatsu Matsuno found a newfound respect for the ground. never, in all his years, had he missed it as much as he does now.

his whole face seems to contort as they whoosh through the sky, his cheeks practically pulling apart from his skull in cartoonish fashion. he wants to hold onto something, anything, so he grips the seat, thankful for his seat belt. at least they are practicing safety! that's important!

he's silent for the first few yards, then all of Riverview might be able to hear his screams.

holy shit. good bye, cruel world]

[Cougar in the meanwhile looks absolutely ECSTATIC while your lunch is crawling back out of your stomach inch by inch... and is oblivious to your torment. The screaming is inter-spliced with Cougar's manic philsophy-ing:]

Y'know, Pal, I'm proud of you! Facing great heights, literally! Life's all about finding new ways to conquer your inner demons, yanno?! Wheelchair-smeelchair, that's what I say, never let anything stop you from riding the wind and catching the sunlight, that's what I say, don't you think so buddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy--!!

[The wheelchair rocket of death suddenly starts a SPIRALING DEATH DROP DOWN as the rockets give way -- and all that's left is a grand drop straight down, Tower of Terror style. But then -- then....!

A cute little parachute pops out of the top, and they gently... gently... start a decline.

People are probably staring at the slowly drifting mini-car in confusion from their windows, one imagines, before it softly... delicately... lands in a parking lot. In a parking space, actually! They sit for a moment in silence.]

... Oh, yeah!

[He looks over at his passenger, as one of the decorative horns pops off the side of the superwheelchaircar.]

Sorry, I didn't get your name.

[things happen so freaking fast that Osomatsu isn't sure how to process everything. why did this wheelchair turn into a vehicle? why were they flying? why was this maniac let out of whatever wacky asylum he came from?

so many questions, and, yet, as they plummet down to the earth, Osomatsu just prays that he'll be able to see tomorrow. he continues to scream, all up until the parachute pops out, and then his screams die down in favor of taking in everything in stunned silence.

the vehicle comes to a stop finally, and Osomatsu is still gripping the seat. when Cougar looks at him and asks his name, there doesn't seem to be a hair out of place on him. Osomatsu looks like a frightened cat, though. his mouth works, trying to find something to say. when he does, he's yelling again]

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? WHY DID... HOW... JUST... WE COULD HAVE DIED!

Huh? That's Radical Good Speed, of course.

[He glances over from his seat, confused.]

But died's a little dramatic, don't you think? I'm way better than you're giving me credit for.

Besides, what's life without a little adrenaline?

[OH GOD THE WHEELCHAIR CAR IS MOVING AGAIN --

... The speed limit, very relaxingly.]

Edited 2017-09-05 22:35 (UTC)

[Osomatsu braces for MOVEMENT... but finds they're not going at super sonic speed again. okay]

Adrenaline's one thing, I thought my heart was gonna leap into my throat.

[but he's not that mad. anymore, at least]

The name's Osomatsu.

The name's Cougar — pleasure to make your acquaintance.

And I gotta say, you have a healthy pair of lungs on you. Have you ever considered taking up opera?

[He's being a little shit. But a pleasant one.]

[ah, a joke... well, Osomatsu can appreciate that, at least. he grins slightly]

Have you ever considered go-kart racing?

You know, I would've, but most of my colleagues back home knew better.

[Ahaha~!]

I do plenty of racing on my own; you know, it never hurts to shrink time a little. Gives you more time to do everything else...! Even a few seconds more to go about your life instead of traveling from point a to b is a blessing, right?

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