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Leon & Jiro | @jirozilla

Jiro didn't want to stomp on this Van Meter like he did the other, neither did he want to stampede through Leon's library unlike the destruction he sought for the other one. Jiro must have misheard fission, "nuclear vision." At this point Jiro neither knew what he or Leon were talking about, so, he just went for the next request. "Can you turn concreate bricks into lego bricks? Someone told me I needed a new outlet…"

"So you can pay attention when needed." Mo remarked coolly. The moth could have phrased it nicer but opted not to since Jiro's bruised ego was smaller than the actual cosmetic damage the kaiju caused. Mo did raise his eyebrow hearing the cuff snap. "I'll admit that was uncalled for." Mo was going to respond about the lamp licking allegations when he noticed the stumble, and even he had to cease his bickering. "Gojira." Mo said catching Jiro, he examined Jiro's face for some return to color. "Have you eaten anything?" He asked in a gentle tone. It was a bit hard being professional, when it was someone you did care for.

He growled when Mo caught him, shoving him away. "I'm fine." He was not going to topple over like some damsel in distress, but he might continue to act like one. "And I didn't come here for an assessment from the unprofessional Dr. Butterfly, who specialises in cloth munching and lamp licking." He just threw everything out, like a scorned lover. "Though this is what you and your council friends want, right? For me to be weak? That's what I'm looking for. Proof that you lured me here so you could get that other doctor to probe me. It's not happening again."

Jiro enjoyed making Adonis' blood pressure rocket not that he knew because Adonis played it as cool as a cucumber. "There's no we, only you, Frankenstein." He would not be apart of any team if he had not mate it clear already. Shaking his head, at the danger. "Have you seen me? The real me?" The real being Godzilla, of course. "It's rare to find something that can match that to be a danger."

Even though Mo could have reached out, unlike Jiro he had obligations. Unlike a sensible person, Mo buried himself in surgeries. There was a brief thought that maybe someone was tampering with his supply but he attributed it to miscounting. However even he was taken aback by the state of his office. He saw the culprit and the first word he muttered under his breath was. "Obnoxious" They said to themselves.

"That's...that's a lie." He had to give it to Mo, it was a good distraction the moment of fluster though once the cuff snapped on his hand his attention then turned to that. "The hell is this?" His 'detainment' wouldn't last long however as Jiro's veins begun to glow vibrantly, and he'd managed to snap the cuff, and he backed away from Mo, though somewhat stumbling and clutching his head as he got hit by a wave of dizziness, but he shook it off, "buzz off before I flatten this entire hospital you lamp licker."

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"I think I can help you." He pulled out some sachets of instant coffee from his pockets like it was something illegal. It might as well have been in times like these. "Don't worry, not stolen. I got it from the officer of Dr Butterfly. Public property."

Adonis had to suffer the whining for now. "I'm not done until we're even. You took something of mine, I'll take something of yours..." He pondered for a moment. "That one council man, that got a seat on the table. Didn’t he trade his arm in exchange?" He was obviously talking about Seth. "How about you trade your own arm? In exchange, I'll promise never to melt this city. Fair?" Putting the absurdity aside for a moment, he gave a slight nod to the fact Adonis’s methods were harming him. Maybe not in the present moment, however, he had to make it dramatic. "You're starving me, and unless you're feeding me radiation in exchange, it's going to take a long time for me to recharge. I spent a year gathering that energy, I think I sensed the storm before it hit, the cold is the reason I was using that much. I don’t know what happens now."

"You ever mix ghost pepper sauce with chili paste?" he said. "I'm sure it's just as tingly as nuclear waste -- both coming out and in."

"Without any radioactive seasoning, it's a Michelin no-star from me, chef." No, no, it was back to square one. He would have to convince Gilbert some other way. "Look, can't you just do this one favour? The Council is rationing my radiation. One of them took it from me, so I need to find where they put it to get it back. It's not theirs anyway. It's mine."

Was not the fastest beast in the Wastes, but he was one of the largest. Still, out here, sand or ice, it was not his preferred battleground. He lacked agility, so he was mostly reliant on his atomic breath and brutal strength. The ocean was a better hunting ground, yet they were far from it.

Seth stares at Jiro, eyes him up and down as if speculating how they'd fare in a physical fight, or maybe just because he doesn't believe that someone can be looking him straight in the fuckin' face and suggesting that they actually have the clearance to demolish the Bearded Lady. It has to be some kind of sick joke; he spares a moment for this thought, briefly running through the recent pranks he's pulled for some potential origin for this plot, but nothing comes to mind.

"It's different, it's home, but it's not home? There's only a handful of people I know that remember how it was before the meter… before civilization." Was he showing his age? Maybe. Two hundred and fifty million years, give or take, does that to someone, despite not looking it. "When I'm out there, I'm the real me. I'm not trapped in this human looking form." It had to be a kaiju thing, the whole repression because most other mutants became less human, not the other way around.