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[ignite_the_sky]

Who: ignite_the_sky and OPEN
When: Dec. 14, afternoonish
Where: The marketplace
Format: Action or prose, either is fine. (setup is prosey)
What: Ri's attempt to bring him back into the game. AKA. He's spent the past six weeks with broken ribs and both hands encased in casts, so now that he's finally healed up, he's trying to get his life back. "Trying" being the

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[iattractmushi]

Ginko was still trying to get a feel for this place. He'd been here close to three weeks now, which seemed like a long time--but the cold and snow discouraged too much wandering around, so he hadn't gotten far from 'his' room. The marketplace was one of the places he'd been most often; he knew it pretty well by now, not just because it was a place to buy things. The people who braved the cold to wander through the place were interesting to observe as well.

One of those people appeared to be having a bit of trouble with a small object--he dropped it right as Ginko was walking past. Stooping down, he picked up the thing and held it out to the--very familiar-looking man.

He tried not to let his surprise show on his face. "Here."

[ignite_the_sky]

He was about to bend down to pick up his wallet when another hand beat him to it. It seemed rather sad that he'd spent so long in bed and drugged up that he didn't recognize the man's face, but there wasn't anything to be done for it now. Weeks indoors had also meant he'd lost touch with what was going on outside in terms of the weather, and the cold certainly wouldn't help his situation any.

"Ah, thank you. I didn't think it had gotten this cold already... I suppose I picked a bad time to come out."

[iattractmushi]

"Sure." Actually, the more that Ginko looked at him... Mustang had disappeared from Edensphere a long time ago, so Ginko didn't exactly have the clearest memories of him, but this guy didn't look that great. Like he'd spent a lot of time indoors recently or something.

"Mmmm... out from where? If you don't mind my asking." He wondered if he shouldn't mention that Mustang kind of looked like hell, but refrained for now. Who knows what had happened, before he'd been whisked through the Door?

[ignite_the_sky]

He raised a hand to rub at the back of his neck, a slightly lopsided smile on his face. It felt a little weird to explain it, if just because without expansion, it seemed like Riza had kept him locked away for... whatever reason. "My gi- Lieutenant's apartment. I haven't been in any condition to be out and about lately, so she's been helping me with things."

...like eating. And getting dressed. And other incredibly humiliating things he'd rather not think about. Ever.

"I assume you're fairly new? Well, as in arrived within the last six weeks, at the very least?"

[calamitousnaiad]

Unfortunately for Roy, Watson wasn't about to leave him any time to collect his fallen wallet because, for some reason, the short, pudgy bulldog thought it looked quite interesting. He grabbed it in his mouth before it had been on the ground for more than a second and then looked straight up at Roy, stubby tail wagging.

"Watson!"

And so, a moment behind the dog, came Verity, dressed quite native with her red hair tied up in an elaborate style which seemed to be popular among Anatolian women. She grabbed Watson's collar and pulled at the wallet in his mouth. He was reluctant to give it up, but she was eventually able to pull it out of his mouth, though not before it was thoroughly covered in slobber and adorned with a few little teethmarks.

"I am so sorry, sir! He's usually so well behaved! Bad dog, Watson!" Pulling a handkerchief from the breast pocket of her day jacket, she dried the slobber off and offered it back to him. "It's a bit better now. But please allow me to get you a replacement. I am so sorry!"

[ignite_the_sky]

Roy blinked wide eyes, looking from the bulldog to Verity and back again... and laughed. That little wrinkled face looked so pleased with himself! It was like something Allison would have done, only he doubted she'd have allowed it to be taken from her at all.

It took a few moments for the laughter to subside, though the smile was still very much in place as he held up a sleeve to show the slightly ragged edge where his own dog had chewed it. "It's quite alright. I'm used to this sort of thing... only mine doesn't like to let go."

[calamitousnaiad]

His laughter eased her mind quite a bit. Lord knows there are people who hate dogs out there. She was just glad this man wasn't one of them. Watson snuffled with his flat nose at Roy's feet and shins - he knows other dogs! - and Verity laughed with him a little.

"Well, you're just lucky it wasn't someone's boot you dropped. Those seem to be Watson's favorite, especially the nice ones." She shook her head exasperatedly in the dog's direction, though he was still busy sniffing at Roy's feet. When she looked up from him to finally really take in the face of the man to whom she was speaking, she squinted slightly for a moment. And then smiled.

"Please accept my apologies anyway. My name is Verity Kindle." She offered her hand to shake his. "Have we met?"

[obsessed_gamer]

Yuugi had been out exploring the city some more, attempting to get his bearings, plus try to see if he could find a place that was hiring as well. He had been managing his money, making sure to ration it as best as he could, but he knew that it wasn't going to last forever. And he didn't have access to any of his winnings from any of the tournaments he had been in back home either.

The petite King of Games had stopped to study something at one of the stalls in the marketplace when he had caught someone dropping his wallet. He had rushed over to pick it up, handing it to the much taller man with a smile. It didn't occur to him how he must look, his school outfit accessorized by neck collar and golden puzzle around his neck -- it almost screamed punk more then it did helpful teenager.

"Here you go, sir."

[ignite_the_sky]

He stared at the boy, a little confused by his attire... and hair... but he didn't want to say anything, afraid of offending him. Instead, he did his best to smile and accept the wallet with two hands to keep hold of it easier.

"Thanks."

...and because he couldn't leave well enough alone and had to ask...

"...aren't you cold?"

[obsessed_gamer]

Yuugi blinked in confusion, before looking down at his jacket, pulling it a little closer to himself.

"Ah... a little, but I haven't found a job yet so I've been rationing what I have." He gave a little shrug of his shoulder. "I don't suppose you know of anyone that's looking for help, do you?"

[ignite_the_sky]

"I think I'd seen something about a noodle shop reopening, and depending on what you like, there might be a few other places around. I've been on leave from the Patrol for a while, so I'm not entirely certain what's hiring or what's still open."

He felt a little sorry for the boy. It was rough to not have anything to rely on -he'd had the same problem when he'd arrived. The usual routes didn't seem like they'd be a good fit for the kid, and Roy hadn't been a "civilian" in years, so he didn't know how they lived.

For the record, she missed the whole wallet thig

[princely_calyx]

Utena had to make a supply run to the market place for her on apartment. She had forgotten just how much two people could eat, particularly with both of them being very active. Neither were exactly dainty about food either. But, it was her turn to do the shopping so her she was.

As she went through the list and vendors making her choices, she hears a sort of familiar voice. One that she hasn't heard in quite a while. She peeked around a corner and sees Roy Mustang. He's chatting with someone that she doesn't know. He looked...different from what she remembered. But maybe that had just been time, messing with the memory as it is so happy to do.

She continued about her business until she was almost through and needed to be at the stall he had been near. He was still there, only alone now. She put on a smile and did her best to put her own feelings on the whole Roy and Riza thing aside as she walked towards him.

"Hello, Colonel Mustang. How are you?"

[ignite_the_sky]

He knew that voice... Ah! She was one of Riza's friends. The one whose loss she had mourned that night in the Patrol Headquarters when the two of them had gotten drunk on the floor in that little nook. They hadn't really spoken much, but she was difficult to forget.

As she approached, he managed a smile as he stooped to pick up the offending wallet and shove it two-handed into a pocket. It could stay there for now. "Miss Tenjo. Ah, I'm... alright, I suppose. And yourself?"

Utena was a friend of Riza's. So why didn't he get annoyed over her like he did that other guy?

[princely_calyx]

Utena's eyes caught his difficulty with the wallet. That's right, Riza had mentioned Roy having hand i juries during the attack on Wynn and Anatole. She didn't realize how severe they were, nor how long lasting. In the back of her mind there was a lot she wanted to say to him but for the moment it slipped away, lost in the sympathy for his pain.

"I'm...doing well." She shifted her groceries in her arms. "As well as anyone coming back here can be."

That was a little bit of a lie. She's probably the only person who was actually pleased to return here. Then again, she's the only one who dealt with not returning home, with possibly being dead. In fact, she thrived here. She had a well running business, a new apartment with a good roommate and had established herself with teachers old and new. Not many could claim such good fortune. The pendulum was bound to turn back her way, certainly. She could handle it though.

Anything but that blackness.

"How have things been since...well." She allowed it to trail off.

[ignite_the_sky]

"Since..?" He really wasn't sure what she was referring to, but he supposed he'd just wing it.

"They've gone. Oddly enough, aside from the last attack, things haven't been that bad." Well, not in general, but he didn't think she'd want to hear the gory details of his personal life, and he didn't know her well enough to divulge them. Come to think of it, he'd been really lucky in that he'd managed to get away from the last incident with only broken bones, so maybe it really hadn't been that bad.