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[forsakenpumpkin]

To: [random contact(s)] From: Thebestmaster

[txt] > hello! i’m taking a survey.

[txt] > what’s your greatest fear?

[suplex51]

@landsharkbite

Early afternoon. The Epsilon district was surprisingly quiet. I mean, the sounds of crowds moving over the sidewalks and car horns going off from near-collisions filled the air. But that was to be expected. This WAS a city, after all.

No, the meaning of “quiet” here is that there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary going on. There wasn’t some man, clad in a red leather jacket and wielding a wooden sword, chasing down an oddly-shaped kitten, small fires often dotting their wake. None of that was going on in the early afternoon.

That would happen in the LATE afternoon.

Travis had gotten sick of this shit within the first five minutes.

It had gone on for almost twelve.

“WHAT?! The FUCK is your deal?!”

This little cat came outta nowhere to pounce on Travis’ head while he was out shopping. He’d tried to pet it after the initial shock wore off, but it ran away. Weird, but weird could be normal behavior for cats. So Travis had just shrugged it off, and resumed his business. But then the cat kept pouncing on him. Weird, and kind of annoying. But still, Travis didn’t chase after it. It was when the little guy started shooting fucking fire that Travis came to the conclusion that this thing wanted a fight.

And so, the chase began. The longer it went on? The more that Travis felt like his opponent was just toying with him, taunting him with that smug fucking grin?

The more Travis wanted to beat its face in, his love of cats be damned.

And at this point, he didn’t even mind asking for help. Which made it all the luckier when, upon him and his new mortal foe rounding a corner, Travis happened to spot a familiar face. One who would probably slap him again for saying this, but dammit, Travis wasn’t in the mindset to remember names!

“Hey, er, Shark-Girl! Grab that thing!” 

[ilserafino]

@rosaliadebarcelos

Francesco was crossing again the forest on his way to the village, and he walked by the side of a small babbling brook where many a creature stopped for a drink. A familiar figure of his youth appeared in sight — one he had not seen in quite a while, and had missed. They had sent each other letters, but letters were rarely ever enough. He had sent her flowers and a gift, but hitherto they had not had a chance to meet properly once again. “Rosa!” he called out, his joy radiating through the vibrant tones of his voice. “Rosa, it’s so good to see you!” He pulled her in for an embrace, before a wicked grin appeared on his features. “Did you get the gift I sent you? I hope you put it to good use.”

[mrsandbag-blog1]

@landsharkbite 

Jude knew danger when he smelled it. He had to; It was kind of his job, his lifestyle, his entire existence (if we’re being dramatic). And this woman, she was dangerous. But not only was she also the first being like Jude - a Pokemon-human hybrid - he’d found on this island prison... not only was she a Garchomp - which wasn’t exactly a common species... but this lady was familiar, in a way that really had Jude racking his mind. 

Which is why he couldn’t have kept his distance. Why he had to stop her, right in the middle of that rundown Fibonacci marketplace. The power of curiosity was truly something to behold.

“C’mon, help me out here,” Jude said, scratching his chin, tapping his foot. “Have we met?”

[crimsongaze-blog1]

@landsharkbite

Finally, his break had arrived. Which of course meant plunking himself onto the first available bar stool he could find, and sitting with his feet pulled up onto it with him. A hand slammed onto the wood to get the bartender--his co-worker’s--attention. You know, never mind who else she might have been helping out at the moment.

“Hey! How about a quick one before I hafta get back to it!?”

[headmastering]

@landsharkbite

Another tavern searched, and no sign of his ally yet. Ah well at least Ozpin’s found someone just as interesting: a woman who seems to have multiple traits of different faunus. The headmaster sincerely doubts that’s her lineage, but he’s curious enough to go introduce himself anyway. Besides he has an important question.

“Excuse me, but do you know if they sell coffee here? I’m not terribly picky with brand or type and I’m running a little low.”

[whitesuitedalchemist]

Tea for Two? [closed @ Rosa]

Although he'd often taken tea by himself before his incarceration, it had certainly been some time since the alchemist had been able to do so. For most of his military career coffee had been the beverage of choice, and however rich and refined the flavour there was certainly no beating the gentle flavour of tea. Intoxicating and exhilarating, just like a beautiful explosion of fragile flavours.

At the moment he was currently taking up space in a teahouse that seemed somewhat Xingese in origin, although the locals staffing it claimed that its country of origin was a different place. Nevertheless, the place was crowded and people were scrambling to find space. Although one would be hard-pressed to find kindness within the depths of Kimblee's heart, he felt that a little bit of charity at the moment wouldn't be misplaced, and would certainly help his reputation. Carefully scanning the crowd, the Crimson Lotus called out to a rather harangued looking woman who seemed to be searching for something.

"Madam! You seem somewhat stressed. Do you need a seat? Because I've got a place here to spare."