It's a beautiful day for a bloodbath

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Who: Cho Hakkai and OPEN!
What: Perfume Plot! Hakkai's full of secret rage and the perfume's letting it all out. 8(
When: This weekend
Where: Some innocent Thorian neighborhood somewhere aaaand also a construction zone.
Warnings: Anger and violence.

Comments

Discourse

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[He's always hidden his feelings behind a mask - an indifferent one when he was younger, which he traded for a smiling one after Kanan died. Swallowing loads of bullshit and maintaining an outwardly unaffected expression is one of his special skills.

Everyone has their limit, though, and Hakkai is no different. He isn't sure what triggered his bad mood, if anything did at all, but he supposes it doesn't make much difference either way. He's on his way back to his apartment, carrying a bag of groceries (frozen vegetables, instant noodles, coffee, and cigarettes - in descending order of importance). Using his free hand, he removes the last cigarette from the pack in his pocket and lights it, hoping the nicotine will distract him from his foul mood.

Re: Discourse

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[Krohiten is heading the opposite way, using some directions he received to find the markets; it would be good to familiarize himself with the area that would soon be his best friend of sorts.

He notices the man with bag of purchase items and nods politely in passing before thinking that he should ask for specifics just in case.]

Ah, excuse me?

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[His mood is bad enough he almost doesn't stop when the blond stranger addresses him, but years of rigorously displaying only the most polite manners override his irritation...for the moment.]

...Yes?

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[He's dense in some matters, but he's lived long enough to know how not to be completely ignorant to moods beyond what appears on the surface. It would be best to speak quickly and move on.]

I'm sorry to interrupt you on your way, but I was wondering if you could direct me to the grocery stores?

Fight

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[Still on his way home, he's been detoured from his usual, direct route by unannounced construction. His last cigarette (from his open pack) is long gone, and his mood is worse than it was even minutes ago. An alien passerby, a stranger, bumps into him before hurrying away with a mumbled apology, and it takes all the self-control he posesses not to lash out at the intrusion. His patience is stretcehd to the breaking point, poised to snap at an untoward moment. The construction is at a standstill - the work finished for the day - and Hakkai ignores the holographic yellow DO NOT CROSS 'tape' separating the construction from the rest of the station and crosses anyway. This route is the most direct, and - perhaps more importantly - empty of people.]

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[Mostly empty of people, at least.

Because there are people on this ship who aren't fond of following directions other than their own, which can manifest in the simplest of ways, such as neglecting bolded text reading DO NOT CROSS. Wesker is easily one of these people, more apt to walk his own route, no matter what.

Especially if aforementioned route is more direct, more effective than any ridiculous zig-zagging line he'd have to make in order to avoid the construction.

He's walking in the opposite direction, so he soon sees Hakkai approaching. Someone of a similar mindset, perhaps?

His strides are long and purposeful, as usual, and when he speaks his tone is inflected with dry irony.]

I was under the impression that this area was off-limits to passer-bys.

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[He's on his guard as soon as he notices the man approaching him from the opposite direction - adrenaline floods his system and his muscles tense in anticipation. The man's purposeful, dominant strides make him itch, and the sparks of qi that appear and disappear again on the fingertips of his free hand happen without conscious effort or thought on his part.

When the man speaks, Hakkai raises an eyebrow. He smiles when he replies, though the expression is simply automatic and empty, more meaningless than usual.]

Yes? So?

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[Wesker was either oblivious to the stranger's tell-tale signs of curious anticipation or he simply remained unfazed by it. Undoubtedly it was the latter. The scientist was rather used to people reacting in odd ways upon seeing him, though this wasn't usually the case concerning complete strangers.

It was easy enough to believe that someone might be caught off-guard by his sudden and somewhat intimidating appearance, especially in the midst of a supposedly empty construction zone.

Something in the back of his mind, however, told him that it didn't seem quite that simple. Curious, indeed, what one might stumble upon while on this ship.]

[His response is automatic, as well, but vaguely intrigued.]

So, we're not one for following rules, are we? Of course, such a sentiment is fairly mutual.