Not capoeira

[Independent roleplay blog for the Baccano character Sickle. Asks are welcomed and cherished.]

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After a certain time and a certain number of trips around the world, the world with its weird humans just didn't shock anymore. At least that was what Sickle liked to think. She much preferred to frown at the strange taste of the food and show to the world that she was there only for business. Some kid with blue hair suddenly popped up from the sea of people, which Sickle unwillingly noticed.

"These ages," she muttered for herself.

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protectivelittlebrother started following you

"… Hello?" The blessing, or perhaps curse with the Lamia's immortality was one just didn't grow old and die. Instead one had to keep on crawling no matter how many decades went by, as long as you didn't get stabbed in the guts or a similar mortal wound. This time, the crawling had brought her to Japan.

She was not overly impressed.

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The woman in front of her did little to fit into the crowd. Sickle could at first glance see that she was trouble. Of course, it could have just been her being overly suspicious, but the woman's burn marks and eye-patch just didn't promise anything good. After she realized that to just ignore the other wouldn't work, she turned around with a chilling expression. "Yes?"

[deerinspotlight]

There was some deadtime so I sketched an angry Sickle.

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[elmeralbatross]

The words that were supposed to spite did little to hurt the smile junkie. His trademark smile was never faltering as if painted upon his face, although slight embarrassment was also apparent; the latter was more likely due to having realised it was going to be hard to turn the situation back in a good favour and have her tell a bit more about herself. But at least now Elmer had something to go on.

He shot a quick glance at his surroundings - a secluded alleyway, brick walls rising on each side almost turning it into a mace. A fire escape was fastened to the wall on one side. After doing his scouting, he turned his head back at the girl and nodded. “Sure,” he said, “since nobody’s here I guess it’ll be fine. I’d rather not have things get messy. But remember you promised me a smile for this.”

With those words he went straight for the fire escape climbing all the way to the rooftop. It was quite a way down, definitely enough to do the job. The smiling man stood on the edge and looked down at the woman. “Watch out down there, I don’t wanna hit you!” he shouted at her, his voice cheerful. And with no hesitation at all, he leaned his body forward, the wind against his face, his body falling.

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What Sickle had meant as a rude remark had yet again misfired. This time, however, the result was far more fatal. As much as she had wished for the man to disappear from her sight, the suggestion wasn’t supposed to be taken so literally. Of course, she was the one to come with the suggestion, but who with their head on the right place actually went through with it? The man before her could maybe not be considered a man with his head on the right place, but his was ridiculous.

”What are you talking about, get down immediately!”

It was already too late, he had already climbed too far up for her to be able to grab a grip around his ankle, and he just seemed so damn excited.  His next comment finally snapped her out of the shock, and she hurried to crawl up the rusty ladder after him, too stressed to even ask herself just what kind of mess she had fallen into.

“You can’t be serious!“

Her answer appeared on its own as the man’s body came flying, or rather, falling down beside her. The grin on his face was what frightened her the most.  It didn’t seem to disappear, even when the body reached the ground with a disgusting sound. Instead of her usual scowl, her face was filled with shock and disbelief as she crawled back down the fire escape. She did not feel the need to look at the twisted body on the ground. 

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[ooc: hello, i have two exams soon that i must study a lot for, so i might seem dead. i can assure you, that is not the case! i will probably pop up from time to time, but please, don't get offended if i am slow.]

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[immortal-samurai-blog]

After the woman had spoken it took the samurai a moment to realise those words had actually left the mouth of a lady such as her. Her tone was cold and her words were rough; this woman was indeed a surprising one. Denkuro’s interest had been piqued, he couldn’t deny that.

“This one apologises for any distress caused,” he said bowing to the girl in apology. “This one had no such intentions.” ‘Lack of common sense?’ he pondered, repeating her words inside his mind. Had common sense really changed that much in the two centuries he had been pulled out of the world? At least he would not burn down a town if he got angry at it like Master Nile would. And there was also at least one other person he knew that had a complete lack of common sense - Master Elmer.

“Dame Sickle it is then,” he said and nodded. It was a peculiar name. But Denkuro had preoccupied his thoughts so much to how such a speech could come from such beauty so he failed to notice another matter altogether. The fact that this woman was not truly human.

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Sickle impatiently waved away the other's apology, finding the whole scene more awkward by the moment. She didn't know what was more outstanding, his stressed bows or the outdated speech. Without wanting to admit it, the foreigner had woken up her curiosity. This however, did not mean that she would give him an easy time anytime soon. "You keep apologizing, so I suppose I will let it pass for now. No distress was caused, only time wasted," she said, showing off her superiority. That is how she dealt with people to keep them on a safe distance, and usually it worked. The man, however, did not do as she wished, which was to go the same way he had come, and did instead continue to speak to her. She in turn gave in and replied: "Dame? You really are old fashioned, or are you trying to stand out?" Sickle did not know about his thinking process, and did in turn not catch the differences between him and the rest of the world besides the ones she could see and hear.

[elmeralbatross]

The foot came flying out of nowhere as soon as he had rounded the corner. Had he been Nile or Denkuro he could probably have avoided or blocked it. Heck, even Maiza could probably have done something more than just helplessly be kicked to the ground. But Elmer was Elmer, which was probably also why he followed her around in the first place. Any other person would have respected her privacy.

The pain started spreading in his jaw where the foot had hit, but not long after it felt like something moved around and the pain was gone. He still rubbed his jaw where the impact had been made though as he got up.

“Wow, that’s some kick you got there miss. I think you dislocated my jaw!” The smile junkie’s voice was rather more cheerful than it should be given the situation, but Elmer was more fascinated by the woman’s kick than he was angry at her for kicking.

Despite her glare being cold as ice, Elmer seemed completely oblivious to the fact that the woman had the upper hand of this situation. “I was thinking I would follow you around for a bit,” he bluntly confessed, not even trying to talk his way out of his situation. “You know, I really just can’t let it go. I really want to see your smile.”

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The man had fallen easier than she had believed that he had. In a retro perspective, she wondered if she maybe could have kicked less harshly, even though he only had himself to thank for creeping on her. She had believed that he would realize what situation he was in and run off, sadly this was not the case. Instead he confused her further with complimenting her kick. She considered kicking him again, but decided against it. She had the feeling that if she did, he would just get worse. She narrowed her eyes.

“That was the purpose,”

She didn’t stop him from getting up, mostly because she didn’t want to touch him. Who laughed when someone hurt them? He should have been in far more pain than what he expressed. He must have been even madder than she had thought in the first place. Instead she backed a bit away from the man to get a better advantage of the situation.

“You decided,” Sickle echoed, each word pressured to show him cold anger in her. “That you would follow me around for a bit,” she balled her fists. “You are a creep, and nothing you can do would make me smile,” she said, before adding coldy. “Unless maybe, if I saw you drop dead on the spot,”

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Czeslaw didn’t know who he would run into today. Walking around the streets of New York, the results were endless. This one… was a bit odd. At least the woman did dress strange. Even though he lived with a woman who did not dress as others did, this one seem to stand out more then Ennis. “Hello there, miss.” Czeslaw began, speaking in his child-like tone to the woman.

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Her job, if one could call it that, had this time brought her to New York. There almost seemed to be more people in the street than usual. This resulted in more contact with other people than necessary in her opinion.

The difference between her normal encounters with others and now, was that the one before her was a child. She looked down at the little boy, wondering what he could possibly want from her.

“Hello?”

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“Oh, I’m very aware that you don’t trust me.”

In fact he was probably making the problem worse, and this thought caused Graham to pause. He frowned and looked away, focusing somewhere else as he started to think.

He didn’t hate the Lamia at all. In fact he found them an interesting bunch, and he couldn’t care less about Placido Russo. His loyalty was only with Ladd, and Ladd wasn’t supposed to be part of this. Which meant, of course, that he could do whatever it was he wanted without the fear of angering the man. It wasn’t as if there was a bounty anymore either.

“I can assure you that I don’t have any suspicious motives, although you won’t believe me, won’t you? That’s a shame, a real shame. It’s all too sad, but you’re just the type of person who prefers sad stories to happy ones, I suppose. And to think that I had gotten excited over this too. My spirit is undeniably crushed, but I’ll just have to live with it broken.”

He sighed, although a smile was on this face.

“Fine. As proof of my good nature, I’ll leave you alone. I won’t chase after you, and neither will I try to fight you. The next time we meet you’ll realize that I’m not as bad as you think. How does that sound?”

It took a great deal of self-control to do this, but Graham wasn’t that stupid not to realize how this wasn’t going anywhere at all for his part.

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For once he had paused, and that was surprising enough. Maybe everything she said had gone through the thick skull of his and hit all at once. The feeling of triumph didn’t come, and a feeling of “why am I here?” popped up instead. Had his mood changed, and he wanted to sting her back with words of his own?

Of course, that wouldn’t matter, and would be for the best. If he finally came to realize how cruel she was, then they would all be left in peace. Hm.

“… Even if so, your supposedly good motives wouldn’t be in my taste either,” she huffed, before continuing. “And I don’t like any stories. They aren’t real, so why delve into it?”

 She doubted that his soul could be more crushed than it already was, and his worthless exaggerations only made him remind her of the Poet. Even if he did actually care for her group, it was more likely some sick curiosity for their lack of humanity or their history in Master Huey’s lab.  This was not something she wanted to share with someone, so keeping the distance was better.

“… Good,” she replied, hiding her surprise in a flat voice. He had decided to stop bothering them, even if he still wouldn’t let go of a possible ‘next time’. It could have been better, but at least it didn’t mean ‘I won’t stop following you around’. She was not impressed by his ‘great self-control’, as she considered it a minimum.

“Now if you are done distracting me, I will take my leave,”

For the second time, she turned and left, and managed to get out of the dusty warehouse. Wherever or not it had gone as planned, she didn't know.

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“Sardi’s?” Ronnie repeated. He thought about this—the name wasn’t familiar unless it was then wow good job listening to canon mun. “Sorry, miss. Afraid I can’t help ya there. Anythin’ else you need?”  He wasn’t sure what he was looking for her to ask, but he was certain that she did want to ask something. Well, no matter.

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”Is that so. Maybe you aren’t so known here as you look then,” she gave the man a thoughtful stare, but didn't focus too much on his words. What she actually was doubting was his humanity, because without really knowing how, he was different.

Even if she hadn't planned on asking, his question made it obvious that it was better to just be done with it.

”What are you?"

[immortal-samurai-blog]

He had not realised he had actually spoken the words aloud, so when the woman reacted, the samurai became even more unsettled. “N-nay, pay it no heed.” He hurriedly studdered his way through the words. Coughing a bit, he got back his usual demeanour.

“This one apologises for such unsightly behaviour,” Denkuro then continued. “But would it be in order for this one to inquire about your name?” Realising it was courtesy to introduce yourself first when asking for someone’s name he then added “This one goes by the name of ‘Denkuro’.”

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Sicke tsked. Not only was the man a real oddball, he also didn’t seem to have the courage to stand for his actions. When his stuttering finally came to an end, his way of speaking managed to stand even more out. Had he been taught English by a 200 year old book, or was he simply making fun of her?

 ”Hm. Your next actions will decide whenever or not I decide accept your apology,” she said, studying his sword to see if it was fake or not. Perhaps he an eccentric actor trying to get in contact with his ridiculous role.

 ”Denkuro, is it. At least you have courtesy enough to present yourself. Too bad you lack the knowledge of common sense,” The name was odd, but at least it screamed ’foreign’ just as much as the rest of him.

 ”Sickle. I wouldn't call it a pleasure, but hello anyway.”

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[time to sleep. two drafts (immortal-samurai's and wellnomatter's) left to work on tomorrow. ]