sometimes it feels like someone took a knife baby edgy and dull

[pullingyourlegs]

WHO: Riful and OPEN
WHERE: All over! Mostly in the area around the MAC since lol limited mobility.
WHEN: anytime from 6/10 to 6/24!
WARNINGS: god even knows NOTHING YET...............
SUMMARY: Riful has poor contingency planning and no powers! She is also freaking the fuck out! A little lost waif wanders all around the City and probably smells

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kdjghfhayaghd can't resist starving child...also idfk pick a day

[notadartboard]

Sanji tended to walk everywhere he could, especially in this warm season, which meant he shopped far closer to home more often than not. Oh, he still hunted down the farmer's markets and other special places, but not every day. He was on his way back to the MAC with bags of groceries in his arms, mentally planning out today's collective meal. Without Luffy and Usopp to cook for, he had gathered a motley collection of drop-ins to feed instead, and didn't always know how many would be over for lunch. It required thinking ahead, that was for sure.

[pullingyourlegs]

Riful was on her way to the MAC as well, in fact, with far less altruistic reasoning; she was planning on taking a shower. After all, being on her own was no excuse for being filthy! It put her in a bit of a tough spot, were she to be recognized, but so far she hadn't had to deal with any real problems.

If she was as she ought to be, she would be able to tell whether or not the slightly curious-looking man ahead of her had powers or not, but that had been reduced from an essential part of her being to a luxury--all she could do was assume from the direction he appeared to be heading in. As the two of them neared the building, she paused, then spoke, her voice high and clear. It was a gamble, to be sure, risking the exposure of her identity if he had spoken with her before--but also one she was willing to make.

"Excuse me, sir," she said. "Are you one of the heroes?"

[notadartboard]

Sanji's head swiveled around at the question. "Huh? Me? Well..." He paused and located the speaker, giving her a long look. He hadn't spoken with this particular girl before, or he would have remembered. He didn't even consider the hero-network, at the moment he was wondering if he had seen her among the homeless who squatted along his route to and from the club.

"...I guess that's what they call it," he answered after that pause. "I'm only sometimes a hero, though."

[pullingyourlegs]

"Oh," she said. Riful tilted her head to the side, looking at the bags of what she assumed was food with curious hunger. She needed to affect the mannerisms of a child more completely if she wanted to really keep this up, even if that meant using absolutely ridiculous language. "That's pretty cool. So, what are you the rest of the time?"

/sticks like glue

[spiritgun_punk]

[Yusuke is actually on his way to the police station, bagged lunch in hand. He was just strolling along, Puu soaring overhead, and thinking about the paperwork he probably should have filed yesterday, but eh, no one would notice if he slid that in today.]

OH GOD

[pullingyourlegs]

[Without her powers, she can't sense his energy, but the... whatever-Puu-is-thing catches her attention eventually, and then she notices just who happens to be walking beneath the thing. Her eyes go wide with a combination of fear and rage, and she ducks beneath the other people in the crowd, hoping to evade him.]

MAKING RIFUL'S DAY AMIRITE.

[spiritgun_punk]

[Unfortunately, the ducking and running is exactly what catches Yusuke's eye. That, and when someone's ripped your guts out, you remember what they look like. He whips around to head after her.]

Hey!

BEST DAY EVER LET ME TELL YOU

[pullingyourlegs]

[In this moment, as she desperately pushes her way in between people and elbows them out of her way, ignoring the accompanying shouts and obscenities, Riful really does hate that boy. Why can't people in this City just accept when they've been murdered and move on with their lives? She breathes hard, her mind nothing but a haze of frenzied panic, and actually responding to his shout doesn't even occur to her.]

because the world needed this

[pinkdoombubble]

[So Mew is walking around the City because that's just how she do. Today she's distractedly eating a bagel with cream cheese and jam in it and walking down the street looking distracted. She has a couple bags with her, one of which contains a couple spare bagels of the same ilk.]

[pullingyourlegs]

[Riful is walking as well! She assumes that Mew is an Import by virtue of her hair color, though she can't be sure, and is just kind of... walking sort of behind her and sort of next to her--not consciously following her, but moving in her footprints anyway. She has no idea what, exactly, the pink-haired girl is eating, but her eyes fix on it despite herself, and it's making her mouth water anyway. After a period of quiet deliberation, she clears her throat and closes the gap between them, then speaks up politely:]

Excuse me?

[pinkdoombubble]

[To be fair, Mew was not distracted enough not to notice the following. She is intrigued, though, as to exactly why she is being pursued. As such, she's all too ready to respond when spoken to.]

Yes?

[pullingyourlegs]

[She looks at her inquisitively one more time, then speaks up again! One finger points at the bagel Mew is holding.]

What is that?

[wrongmagician]

[ Everything Tim owned from his two months in the City fits into a backpack. Most of it is clothing. He's loitering outside the MAC with a piece of chalk in his hands, considering the the ground where... uh, there's nothing. But he glances up after a moment, looking around for people. ]

[pullingyourlegs]

[And Riful comes padding on towards the MAC, then comes to a stop near Tim! She is better-fed at the moment, and therefore has the time to be genuinely curious about whatever the hell this guy is doing; standing on tip-toes, with her hair in her face, she peers down at the blank sidewalk and then at his face.

What are you doing?

[wrongmagician]

Oh. I was thinking of drawing something. But, um, maybe not.

[ Tim looks at Riful alertly and a little curiously — an expression of almost recognition... But he dismisses it after a moment, as he can't quite place her or her voice. The network is just too vast. ]

Why, what are you doing?

[pullingyourlegs]

[She crouches down lower, balancing herself with the front of her feet, and braces her hands on the ends of her knees. This is so completely normal.]

Oh, I'm not doing anything. Not right now, anyway! There's not that much to do.