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[angel_of_prey]

[OOC: Sorry about the long absence! Final exams are done now so I should be getting back into the swing of things.]

Atop a small hill in Grant Park, there is an archangel enjoying the weather by means of sword exercises. Granted, Egon did have to call the cops first to make sure no one was going to report a crazy guy swinging sharp objects at

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[cyfor]

And along came a kitten to Daniel's... very dubious rescue. She plonks down in front of him and looks up, her head tilted to one side. Any X-ray of her will probably be weirdly warped, because... Well, it's Cy. She's weirdly warped.

"The marbles turned inside-out."

[[OOC: My tags are going to be slowtimed for like, a week, because my finals START on Monday. BUT AFTER THAT I AM FREEEE.]]

[egyptiansoldier]

Daniel doesn't quite recognize the little wobbly structure as a cat (especially not with the dark blob of sparkplug in the head) until she speaks, and then there's no mistaking that voice. "Cy!" Well, she's possibly one of the better options of rescue, so to speak. "You... could say that, yes. I can't turn it off." He doesn't know how.

[cyfor]

"Reverse the polarity," she says, all serious. And then she flicks her tail into the air and starts trotting down the sidewalk. "I'm into the river and through the woods. Got the bleeding hearts to show for it, Handydandy."

[egyptiansoldier]

Daniel... has no idea what that is supposed to mean, but it sounds vaguely encouraging, so he follows the bizarre little Cy-mass wherever she's going. With something to focus on, something that he knows what it is, it's a bit easier to walk down the sidewalk without losing it, but it's really unnerving not being able to tell whether people are looking at him or what expressions they have. It's almost like taking a stroll through a zombie apocalypse, except there's no shambling and attempts to eat brains.

At least metal shows up nice and dark so he won't accidentally get run over by a car, or something.

As he follows, keeping her little sparkplugged head in sight, he focuses hard on turning this damn vision thing off, and for a brief moment it flickers, but stays put. Daniel tries not to growl in annoyance.

[anjelsword]

OHAI THAR HARRY.

Aniki is in the video store, too! She's getting tired of people making references to things she doesn't get. Of course, how she's going to watch these is an open question, since she lives in a warehouse with a bunch of homeless people.

She'll figure it out.

At the moment, she's busy staring at a movie with ridiculous cover art, titled PURPLE DEATH FROM OUTER SPACE.

....yeah, she can't think of anything to say.

[thepizzalord]

Harry glances over, not recognizing her at first, and reads the movie title out loud. "...purple death. Really now. Is it made of killer grape juice? I always knew that fruit was up to something."

...oh. Oh crap. It's her. "I don't want any socks!" Wait, that's not right. "Trouble. I meant trouble. No socks either!"

[anjelsword]

Aniki's eyebrows jerk upwards in surprise and she recognizes him in the same moment. Then it's very, very hard not to burst out laughing. Poor lad. Wouldn't want to step on his little ego.

"And hello to you."

[thepizzalord]

Fear not, Aniki. Harry has little ego to speak of, and that which he does have has been trampled to death a long time ago.

He tries not to look too anxious. "Hi."

Lash's voice chuckles in his ear. "Smooth as always, my host. Let's try for more words, shall we?"

"So, um... movies," he says lamely. "They're awesome." Because that wasn't lame at all.

[coolestscythe]

Soul Eater pushes his way into the video store, followed closely by Maka. His white hair and red eyes are very much visible, since he has given up trying to cover them up all the time. He feels ridiculous wearing sunglasses everywhere, and it's getting too hot for the hoodie.

"I'm telling you," Soul says to Maka as he makes his way down one of the aisles, glancing at Harry as he does so, "you haven't lived until you've seen a proper horror movie. None of this recent crap--old school, the good stuff."

He picks up a movie and frowns at it, since he doesn't recognize the title.

[thepizzalord]

Harry is just about used to seeing all sorts of folks around, but lifelong instincts are hard to suppress so completely. His first glance quickly turns into a second, longer appraisal. Red eyes are still not normal to anyone that he can think of, excepting the evil types. Even so, not all of them are so bad, but he's still on heightened alert.

Time for carefully casual interaction, maybe. "I saw The Last House on the Left one aisle over," Harry offers, although hell if he knows how old they are. "Or, you know, Psycho. That's a classic."

Harry's knowledge of old horror movies is not nearly as big as his pop culture/sci-fi repertoire. His entire life is a horror movie, what the hell does he need fiction for? ...well, besides cheesy Dracula and werewolf films, but those don't count.

[just_add_souls]

"I just don't think... I mean I know I said whatever you want but does it really have to be that?" 'That' apparently being the genre of horror as a whole. "Nothing with a lot of blood, okay? And no... jumping things."

She shudders, but her eyes snap to Harry. She gives him the same look she's given pretty much everyone who's made funny faces at Soul or paid a little too much attention to his eyes or hair. A sort of I dare you to say something expression, not quite neutral, not quite hostile, but quite ready to bite back if he says anything about them.

[coolestscythe]

Soul sighs. People just don't understand horror! "Well, we can get a real classic, then. Frankenstein, Boris Karloff. Or heck, something cheesy. Not as cool, but they're fun."

Soul looks over--up--at Harry and notes the wariness there immediately. He has always been perceptive, but it's surprising what you suddenly have to become perceptive about when you're tossed into another world. This city has a dangerous feel to it. Most people see Soul and look confused or bewildered, but he has seen fear and even anger and hostility in some of their faces. It's strange and new, and Soul doubts he'll ever get used to it.

He looks between Harry and Maka, noting the danger in her eyes. Best to keep this civil, which is something he's usually good at. He puts on a small smile.

"Now here we go, this guy knows his stuff. Last House on the Left is a little too much even for me, but Psycho is basically the horror movie classic. Hitchcock was a genius."

[beanshield]

Bean got a little lost exploring the city, but now she has a general idea of where she is and--lo and behold--there's a video store! She practically bounces her way inside, Potato the German Shepherd right at her side. He's wearing his service dog vest today--people have been complaining.

"Ooh, this is a nice one, too! Potato, look at all the movies! Um, what do you want to watch tonight? Oh, I just got the best idea! Let's watch the X-Men movies, okay? So we're ready for the Wolverine movie tomorrow!"

She jumps up and down a few times with a little squeal. Nothing makes her squee quite like a comic book movie, even though most of the time they're terrible. Unfortunately as she's bouncing she lands wrong, trips over herself and falls right into Harry.

"Oh gosh! Ohmigosh, I'm sorry!" She attempts to pick herself up, but is now tangled in Potato's leash.

Potato, for his part, just watches the scene with what can only be described as doggie amusement.

[thepizzalord]

Harry is about halfway through reading the blurb on the back of Beowulf when something knocks into his legs, and he looks down, expecting perhaps a gnome attacking his knees or something. Instead there is a tiny girl and a dog, who seem to have become attached more than just emotionally. They are also sitting on his shoes.

"Well, normally women fall all over me, but this is a new one," he casually says to the dog.

[beanshield]

Potato just stares at Harry with that look that dogs get when they really want to tell you just what they think of a situation, but just can't.

After quite a bit of flailing and rolling around on the floor, Bean finally disentangles herself from Harry's feet and Potato's leash and she springs back to her feet, tossing her hair and dusting herself off.

"Wow, that was a tumble! Um, sorry, sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going..."

She has to crane her neck to see his face. He's tall!

[thepizzalord]

Harry is quite used to interpreting doggie facial expressions, thanks to Mouse, so he just smiles innocently. Just in case.

He tries not to laugh at the girl looking up at him. "Well hello there, little lady," he drawls. Emphasis on the little.

Oh, Harry. What is it with you and tinygirls?

[cyfor]

And here the narration promised itself it wouldn't spam you.

But no! There is a Cy in the video store, barefoot and dressed in her trench coat, her head barely reaching the tops of some of the display cases. She has a jumble of old movies in her arms, which she sets on the counter, and then proceeds to beat the bell requesting service half to death.

When someone finally emerges, looking irritable, she shoves the movies toward him. "Dollars please."

The man sorts through a few of the tapes, picks up one of the DVD's, and tries not to grin. He eyes Cy and grunts.

"Not bad. Ten for the lot."

She holds both hands out expectantly.

[thepizzalord]

Harry has got a stack of DVDs about a foot and a half high, and is on his way to snag some packets of microwave popcorn from the display in front when he sees the unmistakable girl-shaped demonkitten at the counter. Only his arms being full of movies saves his forehead from being facepalmed.

"I didn't think you watched movies," he says, slightly dumb. Right, because cats totally aren't allowed to watch movies. Never happens.

Also he is eyeing her bare feet and rather hoping the employee doesn't notice, because... you know. No shoes, no shirt, etc. And Cy doesn't seem to give clothes the priority that humans do.

[cyfor]

"Who's watching, Merlinspawn?" She gives him a headtiltyface of confusion, her hands still outstretched over the counter.

The employee looks suddenly uncomfortable. "Look, man, she brings them in. I'm not going to pay her more if she doesn't feel like it, y'know? It's about profit margin."

Cy glances from Employee Dude to Harry, her hands still out. She wriggles her fingers. "I want my dollars now."

[thepizzalord]

And suddenly Harry is a lot more interested, giving the employee a sharp look. Exploitation of women and children is one of his biiiig no-nos. He draws himself up to his full height, towering over the man behind the counter, and puts on his best irritated-wizard face. "Profit margin. Really now. How about a fair price?"

Harry doesn't know how much Cy's DVDs are worth, but he's rather convinced it's more than ten dollars. He aims to see that she gets it. Whatever 'it' is.