007 -- [Action] The Return

[nowordsrequired]

[There is a weasel running around Luceti today, ladies and gentlemen. And by running around, we might mean running into things. It is surprisingly difficult for weasels to see where they're going when their heads are covered by large umbrella hats, apparently.

Not too far behind it, one might find the young man said hat actually belongs to. There's

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[markofthebrave]

[With her brother and his girlfriend having made up, outside is decidedly the place to be.

And so she's walking along, minding her own business, when suddenly a very familiar-looking hat walks by.

Since when could Ginko's hat walk?]

[markofthebrave]

[Err, right. This bears investigating and all that - so Katara will just lift her hands up and take advantage of all the snow on the ground. How do you like being in an ice cage, hat?

Not very much by the squeaks.]

Those are some very rude words for a hat.

[Katara will be approaching the ice now...]

[nowordsrequired]

[And so a snowball will be fast approaching you, Katara.

...his bad. He threw it before you trapped the weasel, see. >_>]

[markofthebrave]

What the--

[And the snowball crashes solidly against the cage, knocking one of the bars loose. The weasel quickly makes its escape because Katara - Katara is staring at the source of the snowball.

A hatless... Longshot?]

Longshot?

[nowordsrequired]

[Hm? Oh, hey Katara. You get a wave-

Aaaand there the weasel goes. Facepalm.]

[markofthebrave]

[You are going to have to wait a few more moments to chase after that weasel, Longshot, because Katara, being Katara, is in-coming for a brief hug.]

Wow, it's so good to see you!

[nowordsrequired]

[He was not expecting that sudden hug and goes stiff for a second. His memories have of Luceti have been catching up to him though, so that doesn't last long. He nods his head and gives her a small grin. It's good to see you too?]

[markofthebrave]

[It is a very brief hug, at least.

...sadly, she is out of practice in interpreting his nonverbal 'communication.']

How long have you been back? Do you remember - anything?

[nowordsrequired]

[There's a pause as he glances away at their surroundings... then a nod. Yes, he thinks he remembers.

As for the first question, he looks over his shoulder to the lack of his bow, or his arrows. He thinks that should speak for itself.]

[markofthebrave]

[A nod is... good. And, following his gaze back... huh, no weapons.]

So - just now, then? At least they left you your clothes...

[nowordsrequired]

[Yes, he does appreciate that. Though it would've been nice if they hadn't left them in a spot were pesky little forest creatures could get a hold of them...

Not-speaking of that - a hand goes up to his head. His hat is still missing. 8|]

[markofthebrave]

[And Katara notices that gesture, momentarily putting other inquires on hold.]

...so... that was your hat, huh?

[nowordsrequired]

[Yes. And if it is in anyway physically possible to pull more of a lineface, then he's doing it.]

[markofthebrave]

Well, it can't have gone too far! Let's go after it.

[Following its tracks now.]

[nowordsrequired]

[He nods, pleased with this plan, and turns to do the same. Luckily they'll have a nice clue as to where the weasel ran off to in just a sec: half-blinded by the umbrella hat, it can't see where it's going all that well, and ends up crashing into a trash can, knocking it over.]

[markofthebrave]

So I'm guessing you remember this place? [You'd be a bit more jumpy otherwise.] Oh -- there it is!