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[At some point in the day, Coby found himself alone in his apartment. He decided, with a bucket in hand, that he would try to test his weapon out again. If he vomited, he'd be resolute to continue training properly with it. His 'replenishable energy drink' would give him stamina in moments of weakness. In good health, it gave him an overabundance of power. Having only used the drink to replenish his vitality over the last few weeks, Coby hadn't noted how the drink itself had affected him differently. He had been used to the drink making him exceptionally nauseous, initially and had been expecting it.

Rather, when he drank it in good health that afternoon, something entirely different happened than an onset of nausea. Filled with so much energy he couldn't handle it, Coby smashed open his apartment wall and barreled into the city in a desperate attempt to get his suddenly and immensely painful heart-rate down. Combining super speed, strength and increasing it with magical Red-Bull had been a bad idea. Essentially, he became a white and pink bullet which tore through the city at high speeds until leaving its limits, ripping a new valley in the desolate country-side fifty miles away. Coby would wake up a half hour later, clutching a bucket in his hands. Turning on his tablet, Coby held the bucket in his free hand, shaking visibly. His eyes were bloodshot and the valley which he created in the middle of his sprint had sprung up with an underground water source, a cone of water reaching into the air while it began to fill. Shaking, Coby looked around nervously and fixed his eyes on the tablet's camera.]

C-C-Coby reporting! H-Had something happened t-to the city!?

I'm certain I-I haven't been here, b-before!

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Mr. Keith! [The rushing blood coursing through his head really was lending itself as a distraction to him.]

I don't feel ill! However, I seemed to have blacked out at some point and I'm in the barrens!

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You should really take of yourself better! You've been getting into accidents like this all the time.

Do you need any help?

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A-accident!? I've been cautious! [He took a little offense to it--especially given that his first accident was the result of fighting someone he had no idea was well out of his league.]

I'm fine! [Sullenly, he trudged through the Outlands, having torn off one of his ripped sleeves.]

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Are you sure? I can come up there and take you back here in no time. [Injuries were not to be taken lightly.]

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[chore_boy]

[Coby had been leaning against a boulder that was upturned from his rampage earlier, his hand accidentally smashing half of it and turning it to dust and grit.]

Gah--What!?

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[andagain]

Hey take it easy. I'll be over there in a bit.

[And he's going to cut off the feed in just a second unless Coby protests.]

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[chore_boy]

[Coby blinked rapidly, his right hand full of stone dust as Keith opted to rush to him.

He looked like an idiot, standing out in the outlands with a handful of dust.

Unluckily for Keith, Coby was a few miles out.]

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[andagain]

[But Keith had the power of flight and a rocket powered jetpack! Once he got ahold of his suit anyway.

However.. he forgot to ask Coby where exactly he was or any landmarks. So as is he's just flying about thirty feet above the ground and searching around aimlessly.

This might take a while.]

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[chore_boy]

[Luckily, Coby thought ahead. Rather than letting Keith go on and guess where he was, he reached up with one foot and then bring it down on the ground, intending to make a little puff of dust come up to give him an idea.

Instead, Coby miscalculated. He smashed a hundred or so feet of the ground inwards, sending up a gigantic tunnel of sand and dust.]

action now I guess

[andagain]

[Oops. Well that's enough of a signal to alert Keith by the ruckus alone. He's flying through at a good speed but it'll take at least a little less than hour to reach him. Hopefully Coby doesn't go anywhere from where he sits.]

woosh

[chore_boy]

[Coby, as Keith approached him, had been trying to burn off his excess energy by practicing his punching and kicking stances. He had been throwing punches when Keith arrived, still beaming with what seemed to be endless energy. It seemed like he couldn't expend enough of it.]

Mister Keith! There you are!

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Coby!

[He zooms over there in a second, leaving literally a stream of smoke behind him thanks to the jetpack. He hovers just off the ground next to his friend.]

Would you like a ride?

[chore_boy]

Keith! [Coby stopped throwing punches, beginning to bounce in his spot.]

I'm fine on my feet! If anything, I may need to burn more energy so I can relax! Could you lead the way back?

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[Keith blinks, but realizes this may be for the best. Coby had this much energy to spare?]

Alright then, follow me. How much soda did you drink?

[chore_boy]

[He jumped--stopping in the air. Every few seconds, Coby would bounce mid-air as if he were jumping on it.]

I don't drink soda, sir! I drank my weapon, though! Perhaps it's taken on a different effect!

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S-sorry! I thought that was your weapon, a can of soda? Either way you should limit your intake.

[He continues to fly just above Coby, monitoring what's ahead for any changes.]

[chore_boy]

I have to test it! And, no, don't worry! I'm not angry! I just can't hear myself talk and it's difficult to speak when I feel like I'm whispering in a way you can't hear me!

[Coby dashed, bouncing from place to place diagonally, attempting to avoid streaking through the air like a bullet. So, he looked pretty goofy trying to burn off energy while not burning off an excess of it.]