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[skirtindanger]

[so, somewhere in one of the streets, there is a girl. she looks a bit confused-- and has been, for a while-- but it's fairly easy to notice she's mostly pretty frustrated. and upon holding up the "weapon" given to her on entry, she mutters one of the (many) reasons why:]

... What am I supposed to do with a fishing pole, anyway?

(ooc: aaaas a

Comments

[broclone]

[ . . . oh.

WALKS PAST ]

[prettymuchgod]

If you want, I can give you a lesson! Free of charge.

[broclone]

Not interested.

1/2

[prettymuchgod]

Y'don't gotta be like that, Narumi!

[prettymuchgod]

[ Serious mode: on. ]

Especially 'cause there's no telling what's gonna happen in this shithole. It's probably best if you stick with me and Maka.

[broclone]

Are you even curious that you have your memories from the Island?

Don't you remember that some people on the Island disappeared, came back, and didn't have memories of the Island at all?

[prettymuchgod]

Eh? Didn't really think about it all that much.

[ ....or at all. ]

Heh, didn't even realize I had 'em still until I bumped into you.

[broclone]

This is really strange.

And are you sure that Maka isn't a different Maka?

[prettymuchgod]

Don't really know. But even if she is, she'll probably feel sorry for you and try to be your friend all over again. That's what she does.

[broclone]

[ . . . he just looks away, maybe kinda sad :T ]

[prettymuchgod]

[ What is that face about? Sigh. Looks like Black☆Star will have to offer comfort. ]

Hey. Cheer up. You got me, after all!

[ Slinging an arm around your shoulders. ]

[broclone]

Yeah, whatever.

[prettymuchgod]

That's more like it!

[broclone]

I don't want to be here.

[prettymuchgod]

Only one way out, bro.

[ Flashing the tags. ]

[broclone]

I died, and that was the end of my life. I don't need to get it back.