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Who: Kira (slouchingbedlam) & YOU.
When: After this.
Where: Outside the Outlander Apartments, might move since Kira's checking the new place out.
Format: Either! Prose, action, anything!
What: Being the type of person he is, Kira decides to look for answers himself, convinced that the man back at the apartment is completely useless. Because he was. :| Not ( Read more... )
When: After this.
Where: Outside the Outlander Apartments, might move since Kira's checking the new place out.
Format: Either! Prose, action, anything!
What: Being the type of person he is, Kira decides to look for answers himself, convinced that the man back at the apartment is completely useless. Because he was. :| Not ( Read more... )
[...What about someone who wasn't looking at you at all? No, see, a pot full of wilting flowers are much more important than some new addition to the list of scorched, and so above the possibly hostile looks natives were favoring him with that it was barely even funny. Those poor flowers must have been starving - the poor things needed -]
[- oph.]
[There was a drawback to not paying attention to where you were going, after all, which always seemed to be bumping unexpectedly into someone. Honestly, and there weren't even that many people about. Minatsuki started and curled her arms around the flower pot before glancing up in the direction of the -]
[- fuckin' roadblock; honestly, ever heard of making a better door than a window? -
[- boy she'd bumped into.]
O - oh. I'm sorry.
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[His expression didn't change. This indifference that he used for almost everyone remained intact.]
Watch where you're going next time.
[The girl really was a pretty, little thing, wasn't she? Complete with the innocent look, the fucking flowers even. Too bad she wasn't his type. He had a better woman. ...]
[He stepped back so he could move around her, then paused, considering for a moment. ... Eh, why not. Wouldn't hurt his chances. Maybe it would get him places faster.]
I need to know where this door is. Where is it?
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The door?
[She echoed slightly, eyebrows knit and mouth parted ever so slightly before it seemed to hit her and -]
O - oh. The door, door? The Door?
[Although clarification didn't seem to do anything for her knitted eyebrows.]
Why would you want to go there?
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Yeah. The Door. Is that with a capital 'D'? 'Cause yeah, it's the Door.
[Suddenly, something occurs to him. It was moments like these that his fondness for nicotine quietly made itself known, but this current situation, this was a problem. Where were his cigs?]
[As the girl asked her question, he busies himself with checking his pockets, in his trenchcoat, his pants, back pockets, the pocket inside the lapel of his coat...]
[Nope. None. ... Fucking Hell--]
That's none of your business. Also, where can I get smokes around here?
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[At least she's never seen it. She just woke up in a room, and judging by the fact that, no matter how she's scoured the city, she hasn't found it, it left Minatsuki to think that maybe it'd been in the mist...]
[She hadn't asked anyone, though.]
[Nor was she eager to try to investigate it. Some of the fellows from her home world had died from out there...]
[- wait, what?]
[...What a smug ass little bitch.]
I -...don't smoke. There might be a shop, but I don't know where it is.
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[If there was a way in, there was a way out. There must be. And Kira needed to find it.]
[As for the answer to his question on smokes... figures. The girl looked like the pretty-virginal-princess sort. 'Course she wouldn't have the foggiest.]
Whatever. Forget about it. I'll find out myself.
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[Accompanied with a gesture to indicate... Well, it looks like the whole of the city, when she really means outside of it - out, beyond gates and houses and the area where the mist only sometimes trickled in. Out... Just, out there, where deadly creatures dwelled and people bled to death from their eyes and wherever else they could.]
[...Ehehe, it'd be almost funny if he wondered in there with that pompous air - it'd leak from his pores like every other bodily fluid...~]
Um -
[Sour. A vice on smoking is a cliched vice.]
The market's that way - [ /gestured over shoulder ] - but I'm pretty sure it's mostly food until you get into the back of it. And - and if you don't find them there, there's the sort of underground place...
[Not the underground place (she was sure there had to be another) but a underground - filled with brothels, pubs, power leechers and questionable shops. Fucking perfect, right?]
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Nevermind. A great help you've been, but I should have left a while ago.
[But he'll ask one last question while he's still leaving, he supposes.]
Where's the entrance to the underground?
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[ She doesn't remember right on the spot, and thinks a moment before just sort of...gesturing again. ]
You go... Northwest-ish. You'll find it, Mister.
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Yeah, sure. Thanks.
[Since she just waved in a vague direction, he'll just... figure it out along the way.]
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[ It'd be just another inconvenience to say goodbye, and her own feet are already shifting in the ground and she's readjusting her hold on the potted flower, securing it in her arms as surely as she's un-securing this encounter from her memory. ]
[ It's not like he's important or anything. ]
[ Good luck with that stuff, Mister. ]
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