At this point in time, how old does everyone guesstimate the characters to be? My guesses are Bouncer: 25, Akeno: 21, Zoey: 32
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nice nice nice nice nice
its got a bunch of hills and old dried up riverbeds. its about twenty minutes from the beach and there are some nice mountains nearby for camping if youre the kind of freak who likes to sleep on rocks
"A pleasure." What was next, exchanging phone numbers? Bouncer didn't even have a phone. Wait, did she have a phone? One of her hands went instinctively to her pocket, checking for a familiar weight that wasn't there. There was a fleeting, intangible thought that she might have left it somewhere, but she couldn't recall ever having one to begin with. Odd.
"We both have places to be then," she announced suddenly, shaking the cloud from her mind. Bouncer offered Kitsune a lazy two-fingered salute beginning to step away from her and the scene of the fire. "See you, eonnie. If you change your mind about getting involved tomorrow, I'm sure you'll know where to find me." Maybe. Whatever.
There was a faint thp as she vanished, reappearing at the end of the street before teleporting a second time, vanishing into the night. Once a safe distance from the scene, however, Bouncer began to walk instead. She could already feel the electricity beginning to sing through her muscles, but she was… tired. As much as she would love to chase that high, Bouncer just didn’t have the focus to track how much energy she was building up.
Bouncer spent a lot of time out at night, but actually walking the streets in silence was something she hadn’t done in quite a while. Not since that woman had found her, slumped in some dirty alley outside the latest fight club she’d been thrown out of. Or was it… even before that? Oh, maybe not since-
A sharp headache flared behind her eyes, cutting off the thought and making her balance wobble. Maybe she breathed in more smoke than she thought. Rabbit pulled her makeshift mask down, taking slow deep breaths to steady herself, eyes shut tight, willing the pain to subside. It did after a brief moment, but she kept her eyes closed a while longer. Maybe she just needed to eat something, actually. Yeah. If she found a convenience store selling clothes that was still open, maybe she’d get something sweet too. That should help her feel a bit better. Yeah.
She'd just keep walking until she found one.
"We both have places to be then," she announced suddenly, shaking the cloud from her mind. Bouncer offered Kitsune a lazy two-fingered salute beginning to step away from her and the scene of the fire. "See you, eonnie. If you change your mind about getting involved tomorrow, I'm sure you'll know where to find me." Maybe. Whatever.
There was a faint thp as she vanished, reappearing at the end of the street before teleporting a second time, vanishing into the night. Once a safe distance from the scene, however, Bouncer began to walk instead. She could already feel the electricity beginning to sing through her muscles, but she was… tired. As much as she would love to chase that high, Bouncer just didn’t have the focus to track how much energy she was building up.
Bouncer spent a lot of time out at night, but actually walking the streets in silence was something she hadn’t done in quite a while. Not since that woman had found her, slumped in some dirty alley outside the latest fight club she’d been thrown out of. Or was it… even before that? Oh, maybe not since-
A sharp headache flared behind her eyes, cutting off the thought and making her balance wobble. Maybe she breathed in more smoke than she thought. Rabbit pulled her makeshift mask down, taking slow deep breaths to steady herself, eyes shut tight, willing the pain to subside. It did after a brief moment, but she kept her eyes closed a while longer. Maybe she just needed to eat something, actually. Yeah. If she found a convenience store selling clothes that was still open, maybe she’d get something sweet too. That should help her feel a bit better. Yeah.
She'd just keep walking until she found one.
np np! no rush, just wanted to double check so i didnt forge ahead before you got a chance to post :P
@Dragonfly 9 got anything in the works?
i did not forget to post for three days
Bouncer clicked her tongue. Gas station clothing it was, then. She would need to find somewhere to shower too - a motel, maybe. A cheap one. Or one with bad security, that wouldn’t notice her sneaking in.
A silence had fallen between the two of them, signaling an end to any conversation. Fair enough; Bouncer had already shared what crumbs of information she could provide, probably. Well, there was also the gay couple she’d run into the night before who had invited her to meet them at some bar, but given the time, she’d probably already missed it, and she didn’t really know how to get a hold of them beyond that, so even if they were investigating the same thing, it wasn’t like they could help anyway. Not unless she or the fox happened to run into them. As for the fox, she seemed… dissatisfied with what Bouncer had provided to her. There wasn’t anything Bouncer could do about that, but geez, this girl was like leeching vibe arsenic into the air with her palpable frustration. Honestly, chill.
She asked Bouncer a question. “What?” Bouncer answered, caught off guard. Her name? Like the codename superheroes liked to use? “Oh. I’ve heard a few people call me Rabbit before. The news calls me Bouncer, though. Either of those works.” She should probably ask the woman for hers as well, instead of just calling her “the fox”. “What’s yours, then?”
A silence had fallen between the two of them, signaling an end to any conversation. Fair enough; Bouncer had already shared what crumbs of information she could provide, probably. Well, there was also the gay couple she’d run into the night before who had invited her to meet them at some bar, but given the time, she’d probably already missed it, and she didn’t really know how to get a hold of them beyond that, so even if they were investigating the same thing, it wasn’t like they could help anyway. Not unless she or the fox happened to run into them. As for the fox, she seemed… dissatisfied with what Bouncer had provided to her. There wasn’t anything Bouncer could do about that, but geez, this girl was like leeching vibe arsenic into the air with her palpable frustration. Honestly, chill.
She asked Bouncer a question. “What?” Bouncer answered, caught off guard. Her name? Like the codename superheroes liked to use? “Oh. I’ve heard a few people call me Rabbit before. The news calls me Bouncer, though. Either of those works.” She should probably ask the woman for hers as well, instead of just calling her “the fox”. “What’s yours, then?”
The darkness was close, she could feel it; one of his servants must be nearby, and she would have to act quickly if they were to repel their machinations. The Witch of the Waters, stepped briskly down the street, her long hair sweeping over the concrete like a cloak. As she was now, after her long slumber, she did not think she would be able to repel them alone, yet she knew not where to find suitable warriors to stand in her stead.
Perhaps… Perhaps a summoning was in order. Draw strength from the past, to find and aid those with the capacity to act in the present. Yes, that would present a viable solution for now - though, how many would answer? And in her current state, how many could she really call forth? She supposed it would depend on how readily she could find a source of power to draw from, but aside from the fountain she’d found herself in, the Witch wasn’t sure of where she could look. A river, a lake, a pond - surely there must be some sizeable body of water to draw from, she could feel it.
This street she was on was lined with merchants and eateries, offering luxuries she had never seen before. Somehow, she could feel the flow of water all through this place, in a thousand tiny streams she couldn’t see. Were they buried in the ground, beneath the buildings? Perhaps. Even so, she may be able to call on their power to fuel her magic - she need only find a place strong enough to channel it, and then…
Yes, with the power on this street, she may be able to call forth some few warriors. Hardly a match for the armies the adversary would call to his will, but it would provide a starting point. It would be enough, for now. She would make sure of it.
That just left the question… from where would his servant launch an attack? And when?
The lights of the arcade cabinet reflected off his sunglasses, his hand flying across the buttons in impenetrable combo techniques that were probably just mindless button mashing. Sure he probably wasn’t that great, but did that matter? It was fun. It was a game, and he loved games. This one was something called a “fighting game”, which he thought was kind of funny. It had bright, flashing colors, and the characters looked cool. Not as cool as him, but still cool.
“Oi.”
He ignored the large man leaning against the wall next to him. He was totally about to wipe the floor with his opponent at the opposite cabinet, he didn’t have time to entertain his companion’s nagging. The man looked at him sidelong, crossing his arms.
“Ugh, piss off, man,” he groaned, waving the man away. “Can’t you see I’m busy right now? I can do it later, just let me- Agh!” He cried out in frustration as the words YOU LOSE flashed across his screen. “One more time!” he insisted, reaching into the pocket of his jorts for more coins.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned to see a line had formed behind him without him noticing. He grimaced at each of the students behind him in turn, then looked back at his companion to see the large man smirking at him.
“Ugh, fine, I’ll do it. Man, what a pain.” He pushed past the line of arcade gamers, paying no mind to their shouts of indignation as he stepped on their feet or pushed them away, making his way back out onto the street outside.
He stretched and cracked his neck, casting his gaze around for somewhere suitable. “So many noisy kids here, geez,” he muttered, hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of his jorts. He chose to ignore the look his companion gave him. There were a lot of birds on this street. Yeah, he supposed he could start here- at least he wouldn’t have to walk that far.
“Alright, I got this covered,” he said with a yawn. “You can piss off for now. You’re cramping my space.” The larger man crossed his arms again, each the size of a tree trunk. “Ugh, don’t give me that look!” he complained, kicking the man in the shin with the size of one flip flop-clad food. “I said I’d do it, so I’ll do it! Geez!”
“Dick,” he muttered, after his companion vanished. Now to find a quiet place to hang out and nap. Or uh, work.
Perhaps… Perhaps a summoning was in order. Draw strength from the past, to find and aid those with the capacity to act in the present. Yes, that would present a viable solution for now - though, how many would answer? And in her current state, how many could she really call forth? She supposed it would depend on how readily she could find a source of power to draw from, but aside from the fountain she’d found herself in, the Witch wasn’t sure of where she could look. A river, a lake, a pond - surely there must be some sizeable body of water to draw from, she could feel it.
This street she was on was lined with merchants and eateries, offering luxuries she had never seen before. Somehow, she could feel the flow of water all through this place, in a thousand tiny streams she couldn’t see. Were they buried in the ground, beneath the buildings? Perhaps. Even so, she may be able to call on their power to fuel her magic - she need only find a place strong enough to channel it, and then…
Yes, with the power on this street, she may be able to call forth some few warriors. Hardly a match for the armies the adversary would call to his will, but it would provide a starting point. It would be enough, for now. She would make sure of it.
That just left the question… from where would his servant launch an attack? And when?
The lights of the arcade cabinet reflected off his sunglasses, his hand flying across the buttons in impenetrable combo techniques that were probably just mindless button mashing. Sure he probably wasn’t that great, but did that matter? It was fun. It was a game, and he loved games. This one was something called a “fighting game”, which he thought was kind of funny. It had bright, flashing colors, and the characters looked cool. Not as cool as him, but still cool.
“Oi.”
He ignored the large man leaning against the wall next to him. He was totally about to wipe the floor with his opponent at the opposite cabinet, he didn’t have time to entertain his companion’s nagging. The man looked at him sidelong, crossing his arms.
“Ugh, piss off, man,” he groaned, waving the man away. “Can’t you see I’m busy right now? I can do it later, just let me- Agh!” He cried out in frustration as the words YOU LOSE flashed across his screen. “One more time!” he insisted, reaching into the pocket of his jorts for more coins.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned to see a line had formed behind him without him noticing. He grimaced at each of the students behind him in turn, then looked back at his companion to see the large man smirking at him.
“Ugh, fine, I’ll do it. Man, what a pain.” He pushed past the line of arcade gamers, paying no mind to their shouts of indignation as he stepped on their feet or pushed them away, making his way back out onto the street outside.
He stretched and cracked his neck, casting his gaze around for somewhere suitable. “So many noisy kids here, geez,” he muttered, hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of his jorts. He chose to ignore the look his companion gave him. There were a lot of birds on this street. Yeah, he supposed he could start here- at least he wouldn’t have to walk that far.
“Alright, I got this covered,” he said with a yawn. “You can piss off for now. You’re cramping my space.” The larger man crossed his arms again, each the size of a tree trunk. “Ugh, don’t give me that look!” he complained, kicking the man in the shin with the size of one flip flop-clad food. “I said I’d do it, so I’ll do it! Geez!”
“Dick,” he muttered, after his companion vanished. Now to find a quiet place to hang out and nap. Or uh, work.
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