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Grasping the flier that was received a good while ago Juushimatsu stood there, bowlegged, right at the side of the field. Clad in his baseball uniform, bat on his shoulder he looked around the crowd.
“ Waa... Lots of people... “
He probably ought to be looking for that redhead guy though.
Other than the small window of time she had to manipulate gravity, Kat felt no restriction from the scientists. She could still fly, and she could still fight to protect the innocent. What more could she need?
...Stasis field. Right. The sudden realization stabbed her like a dagger. It was painful, but not as painful as the crick in her back from carrying a chair. She had the time to spruce up her...sewer home, but she remembered it being so much easier in Heskeville.
“I guess this is karma for me using you for all that furniture carrying, huh, Dusty?”
A shock caused her to drop her wooden treasure, the culprit being the sound of a child’s cries. She whipped her head back to see a guy knelt down towards a citizen. How did she know that the guy was someone pulled from their dimension? Ridiculous hair. It was practically a market at this point. Furnishing could wait; someone needed her help! With a spring in her step, Kat rushed to the child’s side, only to look up and see... a balloon stuck in a nearby street lamp?
It was the ‘red runners’ ordeal all over again. She turned to the sharp hair next to her, if only to ask a favor.
“Hey, wanna help me out with something, mister?”
With the supressions Dusty had, the shifter needed to make sure someone was there to catch her.
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MANLINESS KITAAA! - Samejima / Gentarou
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Gentarou had to decided to pay good old Sector 2 a visit. It’d been a while since he’d been here, and many memories of his first month or so in this place sprung from here. Despite the gross air and the dull colors of Sector 2, Gentarou always made sure to shine his brightest no matter what when he was here. He hoped that there’d be someone else to do the same.
His hope was well placed, clearly, because just as he turned a corner from the train station, he spotted a man heading straight his way. He was clearly the light in the darkness of Sector 2. His hair was a blazing red, and his stride gave off the manliest of vibes. Hell, this guy could quite possibly be the manliest man Gentarou has ever met. He had to befriend him, with a presence that strong! Everything about this guy gave off the message that he was THE MAN.
Gentarou ran in front of the man, but made sure not to come off as alarming. A guy as manly as this could probably lay him out in 2 seconds flat. “Hey man, the name’s Gentarou Kisaragi! I’m the man who’s gonna befriend all of Hive City! Sick hair, by the way!”, Gentarou introduced himself, holding a hand out, praying that some of this guy’s manliness would rub onto him.
“ Gah! All of my saltwater taffy... ruined! ”
“ Sir, you do realize what you just did, do you not? ”
Truthfully, he had no clue who punctured his bag filled with assorted, delectable junk foods. But he suspected it to be the person nearest to him.
“ How do you plan on reimbursing me for my disastrous loss?! ”
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"Excuse me? Down below? Yes, you sir! Hello!"
With the most charming smile she could manage, Sketchbook grinned up at the taller boy and gave him a little wave. Act the role of the sweet little girl, give no hint to the extent of her trickery.. well, it was a persona that could easily crack and ripple. For this searing HATE, HATE, HATE that she felt for him was almost too much for her to bear.
"Could you do me a favor? I'm sorry for asking out of the blue But lend a hand, be a lifesaver It's something you simply must do!"
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Blathers wasn't quite sure what to make of the man before him. He looked like a person, but almost had the haircut of a cardinal. Not that birds normally had hair, for that would make them mammals. None the less, Blather's mind was disracted when he tried to greet himself. "Why hello! Northen Cardinals can live up to fifteen years in the wild. Their diet consises primarly of.. " Blathers caught himself. "I mean, hello there. What is your name? I do aplogize I tend to get distracted. Being here has caused me to become quite confused. It is absolutly nothing like back home." He caught himself again. "..pardon."
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☰ ►◄ ☰ ❝ If I had a corn chip for every schmuck like you I've ever met, I'd be swimmin' in 'em, haha! What's got you goin': dead par- ents or the typical protagonist will? ❞
