first hit;; destruction of public property in action

[moezuo]

[ forwarded dated to this afternoon!

ladies and gentleman, it's new feather season. a time of great confusion, anguish, trouble and heartache. the flood of new arrivals is pretty standard now, almost expected, and they could show up anywhere.

literally anywhere.

so maybe it's no surprise that one has landed in the fountain. maybe it's no big

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[seiriald]

[......

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... YOU JACKASS.

This is the first time she's gathered enough strength to walk around in almost a week, she does not appreciated being soaked in the cold.]

Zjakmire!

[moezuo]

[ ... what kind of language was that?

okay. he's too... baffled to even process half of this. have a confused stare. ]

[seiriald]

[It's one of the most vile words in her language, that's what! But never mind that, she's too busy sneezing and shivering because it's rather cold, y'know? Not a good think to be when sick, being drenched with freezing water.]

[moezuo]

[ oh. no. shizuo just cocks his head and - looks away. ]

[seiriald]

[Don't be mean closest source of warmth! Sure she can feel that you're angry and confused and all that good stuff, but you owe her something!

The means walking up to you personal bubble and shivering some more.]

[moezuo]

[ what the hell. no. he doesn't feel like he owes you anything.

he steps back, shooting the girl an annoyed look. ]

[seiriald]

[She counters your annoyed look that she can't see with one of her own! And takes that step closer.]

Hey maybe-new-person, did you flood the place? [Cough.]

[moezuo]

[ you have three seconds, kaori. three seconds. shizuo is already backing away and turning. ]

Yeah, I did.

[seiriald]

[Jerk. Stupid Human causing stupid destruction everywhere like any other she's known before coming here blah blah grumble.

With a sigh she removes her scarf and offers it to him, which is surprisingly dry despite most of her being soaking wet. Never mind that she's fully exposing her throat scars doing that, but who cares when she's starting to feel nauseated again.]

I think the crowd you're gathering here can probably explain better than me, welcome to Luceti, anyway...

[moezuo]

[ he's out of range to grab the scarf. not that he would take it, anyway... kasuka might have once said something about refusing gifts, but that girl is soaking wet and he doesn't need it. the cold isn't bothering him in the least.

he eyes the crowd for a moment, looks back to the girl. then, with a shrug and a dismissive wave, he's jumping off of the shattered side and walking off. ] Keep it. I'm fine.