Perhaps before accepting gifts from kind strangers, you should figure out more about them. You know, things like their name. Where they live. What kind of things they like. Things that would come in handy when trying to give someone a return gift. But she is nothing if not a determined spirit, so even without this information, she is set on giving the nice hat man a gift!
At least she has a few tricks up her sleeves that she can pull, girl who speaks in tongues asks fellow woodland creatures to track man down for her so she does not need to run around aimlessly all day. Gift hidden behind back, she determines that she is not intruding on a potentially important moment and approaches, deep inhale. “Mister!” Girl chirrups, as if a means of greeting; barely gives him a moment to react before gift is thrust into his face. “I made this for you! Er, that is— your hat, I mean. N-Not that there’s anything wrong with it! I jus’ thought...it could use something to make it look a lil’ more pretty.” This probably qualifies more as what one might call a ‘flower crown’ than an adornment for one’s hat; ribbon entwined with false flowers and feathers ( not her own, mind you! Hers aren’t nearly nice enough for something like this ). The kind of gift that seems suitable coming from a child, woodland girl who really could only create simple things with her hands.
“Uhm... You don’t gotta use it, though! I won’t be upset if you wanna give it to someone else or anything like that! I just wanted to do somethin’ nice for you...so. Y-Yeah!”
Since she’ll probably be staying here for a while, Kyouka decides that she should buy some groceries. Her welcome package came with a set of cookbooks, so it would be nice to make some of the recipes there. Her roommate might like them, and they could talk about... stuff. What kind of stuff? She’s not sure yet, but she’ll figure it out when she gets there.
She arrives to the area quickly, eyeing the selection they have. Fruits, vegetables, drinks... and snacks. Lots of snacks. She’s never seen so much food in one place before. Her eyes twinkle in awe and delight at everything, and she decides on one thing: fill up her cart as much as she can.
She grabs the necessities, of course, but she wants to indulge herself. She puts some items she thinks Marry would like, as well, so she won’t be the only one enjoying the food. She’s so into it, she doesn’t see the person near her and bumps into them.
“Oh, sor-”
She’s interrupted once she notices the gloves and jacket, eyes widening at the sight of... one of the mafia executives. Someone she’s seen plenty of times before, but never spoke to besides a few brief words... Chuuya Nakahara. She stares, processing the fact that he managed to get himself here, too. One of the strongest, someone who has a grudge on the Agency-- someone who knows her.
She doesn’t want to fight, not now. She can’t run off and hide, he already saw her. She can’t just attack, that would surely make things worse. What can she do, really? She doesn’t know who dislikes her or not back in the mafia, so interacting with them one on one is like stepping on glass. All she does is stare.
When Nathaniel finally left his apartment, the memories of his first time in this place came back to him. He began to recognize his surroundings, and while there was much he still didn’t know, Nathaniel didn’t feel as lost. Furthermore, there seemed to be no threats to his safety, and he had a clearer sense of who he was. The last time he recalled being lost and unsure, mostly due to the large gaps in his memory. This time around he remembered a lot more, though if he took a moment to think, something would begin to feel amiss. As a result of having more memories in tact, he held himself much like he did while being with the Guild.
Speaking of which: Where were his fellow Guild mates? Furthermore, were there others from his world here? While he didn’t enjoy the idea of interacting with others from his world, Nathaniel reasoned that he should at least see if anyone was near, especially if one of them happened to be his partner.
“...where to even begin?” he muttered aloud as he looked around the area to see if anyone he recognized was nearby.
placing the emptied glass down back on the table, heavier than he expected to, he leans forward with a slightly flushed, but pleased visage and lets out a content sigh; while it has been some time since he has gotten this inebriated, hawks was in great spirits and without care— something that hasn't happened in a long time and he certainly wasn't going to take it for granted. even with his costume making him something akin to a package deal with whoever he chooses to hang out with, it wasn’t too terrible; the eagle that seemed to accompany him almost everywhere now was pretty noninvasive and was content either on his shoulder or, like now, keeping its distance from the ruckus.
" whew — ! ! " smile still prominent on his features, he steals a quick glance at his drinking partner before drunkenly giggling at the mess they've made of themselves; with a shake of his head he says, " man, i reaaaaaally need to start going out more ! "
leaning back in his seat, his wings relax until the furthermost part of them drooped and brushed gently across the floor; between constantly working and well, more working, he hasn't had a break to his daily monotony in an embarrassing amount of time. chuuya, however, has broken that monotony once before, so hawks saw no better person than him to spend the night with.
with the night still being young and him not particularly wanting to retire just yet despite dangerously toeing the line of tipsy and drunk, he leans over towards chuuya and issues probably the worst proposal he has had all night.
" wanna check out one of those haunted houses with me tonight? "
for @hakuchigun from random number starter call - no longer accepting.
His feet take him along the unfamiliar streets as he makes his way back to his current residence. All around him the bustling city blurs into white noise, distant only to his ears. It was an uneventful day at work, shuffling books after books as they just got their new shipment earlier today. Who would expect hauling stacks of papers bound in thicker papers could be an exhausting activity?
Sighing as his muscles ache in his every move, Ango checks his phone to look at the time when a notification alerts him of a text message from his coworker. Something about an error in the next shipping order. He really shouldn’t be fiddling with his phone while walking but this caught his attention whether he should go back to the library or keep walking back home.
Stealing glances to look at where he’s going, his thumbs are furiously tapping the screen of his phone in respond to the message. The very last minute nature of the news annoys him as he can see his apartment building already, scowling as he reads the replies his colleague sent to him. In his exasperation, he fails to look at where he’s going and bumps into someone quite hard. He immediately tears his eyes off the screen and apologizes right away to the person he bumped into.
fifty reasons to touch someone » NOT ACCEPTING || @hakuchigun
51. ( dealer’s choice ) …in danger
A night of fun gone wrong, that’s where Chuuya and Nicolette found themselves now, running breathless through dark back streets and alleys as the sound of vulgar outrage grew ever closer. In which hands did the fault lie for this misfortune — their’s or the group that trailed not far behind? They’d never tell, or maybe they’d forgotten, in their inebriated states, just who had thrown the first stone ( METAPHORICALLY, of course, it had actually been a fist ), but either way it was a little late to be pointing fingers. It was clear neither side held any misconceptions about offering apologies; although, Nicolette was stubborn enough to refuse repentance anyway, whether she’d thrown the first punch or not, much to Hawk’s usual annoyance.
Regardless, this is where they were now, and both had lived their lives in the thick of it long enough to know when it was best to fight and when it was best to get your ass out of there because your enemy brought a fucking gun to a gravity and blood fight. A good few of them were still knocked out cold on the bar floor a few blocks behind them, but unfortunately, Nicolette had used her ability for the day and it was still only 11:30, and Chuuya hadn’t managed to get close enough to touch the ones with guns before the bullets started flying.
They decided then it was maybe time to exit stage left.
❝ Hey, do you think they’re MAD at us? ❞
A sudden inquiry makes itself known, and Nicolette laughs at a bullet flies past her face, barely grazing a cheek. She’s saved, BARELY, from being shot in the head as Chuuya takes firm hold of her upper arm and pulls her towards him, and she thinks that maybe he would’ve laughed too if she hadn’t almost just died.
❝ Dunno! It’s hard to tell — but stay close, cuz’ Hawk’s’ll KILL my ass if you die. ❞
There’s more laughter, and she almost responds that ❛ it’s okay to admit you’re worried about me! ❜, but then they’re rounding a corner, and Chuuya is still holding on to her, and Nicolette decides that maybe she’s a little worried about him too, and so the words never come.
21. …in a rush of adrenaline.
The tides have turned now, and it takes every bone in her body not to laugh in their stupid fucking faces. Sure, if one happened to walk upon this scene, an unarmed duo staring down the barrels of five guns pointed their way, they might just think it was a lost cause — but then, it would be clear they didn’t know CHUUYA and NICOLETTE very well.
Like the assholes they are, they appear far too comfortable ( COCKY ), standing side by side, only a little worse for the wear. Sporting cuts, bruises and a few barely missed bullet wounds, the two of them are heaving each breath that fills their lungs. You’d think they were surely outnumbered, but the other group doesn’t look much better. They’re all breathing heavily, and covered in injuries of their own, looking even more pissed than they had at the bar — if that was even possible. Apparently they knew of Chuuya from his work with Angel’s Trumpet, and his efforts to lessen the unnecessary violence and murder of others while in the field didn’t sit well with them. They liked their freedom, and didn’t like Chuuya stepping in where he didn’t belong.
❝ You should’ve just minded your own business, ❞ they say, ❝ now you and your bitch here gotta pay. Nothing personal. ❞
Well, it certainly seems personal to her, and while Nicolette doesn’t normally need a solid reason to beat someone’s ass, these guys had just given her a pretty good excuse to kick their fucking teeth in. She smiles then, looking towards her companion who appears just as amused by the entire situation. Unbeknownst to their friends here, during that scuffle they’d gotten into moments ago, when the duo had taken them by surprise after rounding the corner, Chuuya had managed to make contact with most of them, meaning he could manipulate their gravity whenever he pleased. As for the rest? Well, if that fire in her veins and the slithering of blood from every open wound is any clue, the stroke of midnight had come and gone in the time it took their attackers to make their little speech, which meant she was free to use her powers for the next fifteens minutes — though, they would only really need FIVE, tops.
What ensues next is complete chaos, a brutal mess, and truly the most fun she’s had all week. It happens much faster than she thought it would, and when it’s over, the two of them are standing over a pile of bodies. They’re not dead, she thinks, though she’s not sure. The places she’d stabbed her’s hadn’t been fatal ( not IMMEDIATELY, at least ), and she’s not sure about Chuuya’s, but it doesn’t really matter anyway. He seems to care more about that stuff, and even though they’d insulted her, they’d been after him, so their lives where in his hands. Plus, she’d promised Hawk’s to try harder…
❝ Well, I’d say we work pretty well together! Real PARTNERS IN CRIME, you and I! ❞ Chuuya exclaims, shocking her as he tosses an arm around her shoulder excitedly, and she doesn’t think twice as she returns the favor.
They’re both too high strung to feel the pain from their aggravated wounds, but that’s a problem for later.
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“i’m break man,” he cackles (and for once in his life, it feels good to be the bad guy), “i broke them, mega man.”
the remaining scraps of his fallen victims lay dormant at his feet; blues’ scarf flaps freely under the control of the violent wind. “happy birthday, rock. hope you’re enjoying it.” the sensation of being truly free is one that blues will never be content with giving up or lending to someone else — he pities the rest of these machines on the roof with him, programmed only to obey. they will never live like him, love like him.
his train of thought is interrupted by the free will of another one of light’s robots. his... daughter.
the clap of the girl’s sandals against the smooth concrete of the roof is enough to send blues’ systems out of nominal. get out of the way. get out of the way.
proto buster hits her square in the chest. time slows. rock screams, and roll lays motionless in his arms.
independence is a blessing and a curse for break man. tears stain the glass of his sunglasses, and he feels as if the wind’s been knocked out of him.
“i— sorry. i’m so sorry, oh my god, i’m s-...” he trails off, voice dangerously close to losing any trace of humanity. “i’m so fucking sorry.”
