Interrorgation (Sic)

Who: Keto
Where: Plebian City
When: A quarter past ten to four hours after yesterday
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Keto was not in a good mood.
The locals around here, he had quickly discovered, were as imbecilic as could
possibly be imagined, and his mind was (reluctantly) having to adapt to the
notion that just possibly there was something more annoying than Chrysler.
It was fortunate in a way that the Plebians *were* so slow - for Keto,
crossing the road was a nightmare of magnetic contour lines, and he had to take
care to avoid coming too close to any fast-moving metallic vehicles. Luckily,
none of the Plebian drivers seemed to know the meaning of 'fast-moving' (apart
from one instance where Keto had almost been run down by an unmarked armoured
car...but he had put that down to chance).
Having decided that the largest concentration of Plebians possible was the
concentration most likely to yield results, Keto had finally found his way to
the Plebian equivalent of a mall - that is, lots of shops with many, many
slow-moving locals toddling between them.
Looking around, Keto tried to decide which shop he should investigate first.
"Cruet R Us" and several jewellers were quickly eliminated as being hazardous to
his health, as were electrical goods outlets and hardware stores.
"If this thing were under control, my life would be a whole lot simpler,"
grunted Keto to himself.
Finally making a decision, he headed into what resembled some kind of grocery
store, surmising that it was a very rare lettuce that had magnetic properties.
Inside, row upon row of greenery surrounded the doctor, for which he was glad.
There was, as yet, no large metal item bearing down upon him with frightening
speed.
A short, squat Plebian stood behind the grocery counter, weighing out measures
of fruit and veg for an elderly customer facing him. As Keto took up position
in the queue just behind this customer, however, he noticed a slight problem.
The scales that the Plebian was using to weigh the food were metal - and as
such, not too happy with Keto's presence.
After the Plebian had shaken his head, removed or added fruit or veg to the
scales, and tried to get them to balance once again for the fiftieth time,
Keto's patience was running out. At this rate, the customer in front would have
more chance of fossilising than getting out of his way.
He had two choices. He could summon up every ounce of mental control he
possessed, and try to direct his newfound power with a delicacy and skill never
before experienced, forcing the scales to balance perfectly and thus speeding
the transaction on its way. Or...
The shopkeeper was as startled as a Plebian could be as his scales shot off
the counter, flew across the store and punched a scale-shaped hole in the wall.
Not as surprised as the customer, however, whose metal wristwatch suddenly shot
towards and through the door, pulling them with it.
"Now," snapped Keto, stepping forwards and placing both hands on the counter,
shoving his face towards that of the shopkeeper, "Perhaps you can help me..."
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