A ninja and a tiger... [Open]

[soulnommer]

Who: Trust [Byakko no Kogenta] (allidoisfight), Seven [Haruno Sakura] (seventhspring), and very open!
What: Trust is fed up with his job and curious about the fighting potential of Rive citizens. Seven is just curious (she's a newbie, okay, go easy). Hijinks ensue?
Where: Rivelata Market
When: 19th, Day 298

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[seventhspring]

Seven noticed the change in temperature, and had she not still been boggling over the fact they'd suffered some sort of vertigo and were now standing in what should have been upside-down land, she might have even been particularly pleased. It had been fortunate, though she didn't know it at the time, that the usual newborn shirts were switched out by an unknown agent for the far warmer hoodies. She would have been far colder than she was now.

This did mean she was stuck wearing a rather gaudy, sparkling sweat-shirt and one of Iris's masterpieces of decoration also known, in less glorious days, as a skirt.

She managed to tear her eyes away from staring at the buildings and the people to nod for Trust's sake. "I don't know about really warm, but it's definitely warmer. Busier, too." Then again, that was likely just because of their current location, as opposed to the moment of peace they'd been experiencing back in the park.

[seventhspring]

"The best way to figure out is to start asking." As long as they could communicate. There was always charades, should everything else fail.

Seven edged toward the mass of people, willing to take Trust's word that the market was busier than at Edensphere. She had absolutely no idea herself.

Picking one of the friendlier faces, she resolved to ask about a map, or any sort of information hub. "Is there anything particular you're looking for, Trust?" She wanted an idea of what to ask anyone she managed to get talking.

Had to crash this one - here, have a fox-demon in disguise.

[fox_shuuichi]

Things with the tree had died down a bit - well, as much as could reasonably be expected, which mostly meant Kurama didn't feel obligated to spend all his time there anymore, trying to keep people from doing things to it.

As usual, food was running scarce at the shop, and Kurama was on his weekly run to the Market - and it was a good thing there were two sources of income in this household, with as much food as Goku managed to pack away. Honestly, Kurama really wasn't sure where he put it all.

There were certainly strangers in the Marketplace, but Kurama wove easily in and out of them, minding his own business for the most part...until one of them caught his eye.

That is most definitely not human, he thought, eyeing the creature with stripes and pointed ears. Demonic? Maybe. But nothing I've ever seen before - except...He thought for a moment, not realizing he'd stopped, his hands resting lightly on the fruits he'd been perusing. He would never do something quite so obvious as turn and stare, but his eyes were narrowed as he

Have a ninja spot a demon for the sake of the tiger <3

[seventhspring]

Seven wasn't ready to give up. Cracking her knuckles, she'd been looking around with far less confusions than when they'd first reached town.

Sure. Maybe the locals weren't bothering to talk to them, but she? Newly "rebirthed" or whatever she was, she could talk to the locals.

Likely because she was so keyed into anyone looking at herself or her current companion with anything approaching interest - interest meant opportunity, after all - she noticed someone almost observing Trust. Well, then, that looked like a great place to strike up next.

"Let me try one more time," she called back over her shoulder, putting on her sweetest smile as she approached the stranger at the fruit stand. "Hello!" She was sounding pretty cheerful for someone feeling as frustrated as she was. "Usually my friend charges when he's being scrutinized like that, but he's feeling generous. No fee, if you'll let us know if there's someplace to get a map around here, as well as where my friend can go to work off a little extra energy." Or brawl. It

Uzuki's bored. Have another pink-head, Seven. :D

[promotionplz]

It's not like Junkhouse was lacking in staff. Why did Sho insist on sending her to pick things up from their supplier?

Okay, because he liked torturing her, yeah, but besides that.

Muttering irritatedly to herself, Uzuki started back through the marketplace, carrying two heavy bags and inventing ways to get back at the mathematician. She was so distracted that she didn't even notice the other pink-haired figure in her path. Uzuki walked smack into her and fell like a rock.

Oh mai! Pink, it's such a beautiful color!

[seventhspring]

Seven was too busy noticing everyone else who might potentially be noticing them to notice the other woman until it was too late to get out of the way. She stumbled back before falling, landing hard on her ass.

"Ouch!" As always, a most insightful remark in the face of sudden injury. "Of all the things..." Seven pushed herself off the ground, brushing dirt from the hem of her remarkably strange skirt. "Where are you off to in such a hurry? I'm not that hard to miss."

Then her mind kicked in and pointed out what an excellent opportunity this could prove to be. "You don't happen to be local, do you?" She smiled and offered the other woman a hand up.

Short tag is short.

[promotionplz]

"Son of a bitch," Uzuki hissed, wincing at the pain in the leg she'd fallen on. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She took the other girl's hand, straightening up and dusting herself off.

"Local? Uh... yeah, I guess you could say that. I'm Uzuki." She gave the girl a slight smile. "Are you a new arrival or something?"

Here have a crossdresser?

[q_chairs_dance]

With so many people in their house that apparently liked to cook, bake and eat, it was no wonder that Fujisaki had about three bags in his arms. Not that he minded shopping, though- it was always fun strolling around the always busy market place. It kept him busy, and he welcomed the distraction.

But perhaps he had been too distracted by his surroundings (and was that a sale sign in that stall?) that he accidentally bumped into another shopper.

"O-oh! I'm sorry, that was careless of me..." he apologized, giving a tiny bow- the only movement he could make, what with the bulk in his arms. The shopper waved it off, telling him to be careful next time and that maybe he should have someone accompany him because 'it wouldn't do for little girls to be out alone with such a load'.He giggled his agreement, making a promise to remember the next time he decides to shop. Satisfied, they both went along their ways. And it was then that he noticed that a couple of apples had rolled off to a small group

[seventhspring]

Seven looked down at the young woman picking up apples, bending herself to nab one out from underneath the foot of an unwary passer-by. "Are these yours?" She held up the apple as an offering to the young girl, smiling.

She was momentarily distracted from the other two Rivelatan's they'd finally managed to pin down. Besides, she didn't think a little girl should be chasing down apples on her own, particularly in this crowd.

Mind, she hadn't even caught sight of what Fujisaka had been carrying moments before.

[q_chairs_dance]

"Hm?" Fujisaki looked up to see a smiling girl. Amu?!, he instantly thought, a bit surprised to see her. But no it definitely wasn't the person who he had thought it was, the pink hair had deceived him, it seems. Fujisaki didn't know whether to be disappointed or glad that his best-friend wasn't at the island.

He quickly replaced the tiny frown (he didn't even notice he was wearing one) into a sweet smile, returning the other girl's expression. "Yes, thank you very much, miss," he said, taking the apple from her and placing it on the bag that was hanging on his arm.

"...Is there any way I can help you, too?" He felt bad not doing anything to repay the nice girl... and maybe he wanted to stay a bit longer in her company, too, if only to remind him a bit of the people back at her own home.

[seventhspring]

Seven looked over her shoulder at Trust, and paused. She had a vested interest in looking around, but it seemed fairly wise not to split off and head out on her own quite yet. Granted, Trust might not know Rive from a blunt force trauma to the head, but he did know Edensphere, and for better or worse, Edensphere was her current "home."

"I'm not sure," she said, being as honest as she could. "My friend might end up wanting to go off on his own, in which case I'll... look around." With the map from Shuuichi, at least she had a vague idea of what looking around would entail. "Do you need help getting everything home?" If so, depending on what Trust wanted to do, she might end up offering her services to the young girl as bag escort.

Given her current choices in activity, it wasn't all that unusual. Besides, she seemed nice. Maybe she'd even be able to tell Seven a bit more about Rive, for the good it would do her.

Not sure where the best place to reply is...

[fox_shuuichi]

He'd been surprised they'd noticed his observation, but in all the commotion, it appeared that was no longer the highest priority. He bent as well, to scoop up some of the shopping dropped in the collision with a gentle smile

We can try comment threading, and splitting into a new comment thread as people diverge?

[seventhspring]

[[ ooc: Whoops! Fujisaki and Uzuki, you're both welcome to hop in down here, or not. Both work. =) ]]Seven considered the similarity in arrival between Edensphere natives and what the Rivelatan was saying. Interesting that neither party knew how they arrived - even if boats and hatchings were a far cry removed from each other as a means of delivery

[fox_shuuichi]

Kurama laughed and held the map out to the girl.

"You're quite welcome to take it," he offered. "It's no trouble at all."

He turned back to the - what he thought, at least - demon then, as the girl appeared rather lost in thought. It was a gentle smile on his face, betraying none of his thoughts - which were running along the lines of being highly amused that he was being underestimated again.

Oh, if you only knew, he mused, that I trained the boy who defeated what I think is your equivalent in our world.

Instead, he only laughed softly before answering. "I think I'll surprise you - though perhaps you'll think more highly of my friends? I'm Minamino Shuuichi. Pleased to meet you."

He gave a shallow bow - nearly a year here hadn't been enough to break him of his cultural habits. There were enough different cultures mixed in here that it seemed not to matter much, anyway.