sometimes it feels like someone took a knife baby edgy and dull

[pullingyourlegs]

WHO: Riful and OPEN
WHERE: All over! Mostly in the area around the MAC since lol limited mobility.
WHEN: anytime from 6/10 to 6/24!
WARNINGS: god even knows NOTHING YET...............
SUMMARY: Riful has poor contingency planning and no powers! She is also freaking the fuck out! A little lost waif wanders all around the City and probably smells

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[wrongmagician]

[ Everything Tim owned from his two months in the City fits into a backpack. Most of it is clothing. He's loitering outside the MAC with a piece of chalk in his hands, considering the the ground where... uh, there's nothing. But he glances up after a moment, looking around for people. ]

[pullingyourlegs]

[And Riful comes padding on towards the MAC, then comes to a stop near Tim! She is better-fed at the moment, and therefore has the time to be genuinely curious about whatever the hell this guy is doing; standing on tip-toes, with her hair in her face, she peers down at the blank sidewalk and then at his face.

What are you doing?

[wrongmagician]

Oh. I was thinking of drawing something. But, um, maybe not.

[ Tim looks at Riful alertly and a little curiously — an expression of almost recognition... But he dismisses it after a moment, as he can't quite place her or her voice. The network is just too vast. ]

Why, what are you doing?

[pullingyourlegs]

[She crouches down lower, balancing herself with the front of her feet, and braces her hands on the ends of her knees. This is so completely normal.]

Oh, I'm not doing anything. Not right now, anyway! There's not that much to do.

[wrongmagician]

[ Feeling awkward, Tim sits, and doodles a spiral on the concrete before licking his finger and rubbing it out. ]

You're one of the ported in people, right? Like me.

[pullingyourlegs]

[Riful nods, smiling to hide the brief wave of tenseness she's just felt pass over her.]

Yes, that's right. How could you tell, can I ask? [Does he know who he is?] Was it just the location?

[wrongmagician]

That and I think I've heard your voice on the network. It sounds familiar, anyway.

[ headtilt! ]

I'm Tim. What's your name?

[pullingyourlegs]

[She considers telling the truth for like half a second, then lies seamlessly.]

Renee.

[wrongmagician]

Nice to meet you.

Um, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?

[ Cause she looks pretty young... ]

[pullingyourlegs]

[How old was she when the Organization made her what she was? When she Awakened? Like so many truly ancient things, Riful honestly can't remember--if she had ever known in the first place, as young and poorly-educated as she'd been--so she estimates.] I'm twelve. [Then:] What about you? You're not that big yourself, you now.