Who:
jaytodd , and anyone in the street at that time
When: afternoon of Monday 3rd
Where: the streets, from the Outlander community block to the library
Format: paragraph.
What: Jason's looking for answers - and alternatively, for food and people to beat up.
Warnings: probably for language.
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Have a grumpy guy in leather limping through the streets. )
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It wasn't a great day, really -- well, it was okay, but it wasn't the best day she'd ever had. Not that Namine tended to get 'great days', honestly, though since coming here things had actually brightened up ( ... )
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This place, with a few minor adjustments, was almost like that Victorian Gotham, the one he had been serious about returning to. It missed a Batman though.
He didn't have to think about that.
Emerging from the side street, he saw a blond kid sitting on the ground - there was seomthing different about the girl. Ah, probably, well, one of us. She was watching him. He raised an eyebrow.
"You okay, kid?"
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Namine blinked up as the man neared her, and spoke. It was strange, almost, to be noticed so frequently here.
Beat. "Oh, um, yes. Thank you. I'm sorry, I just..." She stretched on her knees, reaching for the brown sketchbook. It was almost too far to get, but stretching her fingers to the extreme finally netted it for her. Had she really fallen that hard...?
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"Here. Watch here you're putting your feet."
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He also knew he would have to get a job and permanent place to stay soon. It looked like Anatole didn't have any use for a vigilante, or even a cop. Garrus didn't like the idea of doing some low-pay menial job, but a turian had to eat.
The vigilante was so absorbed in his thoughts that he nearly ran into an unfamiliar young man.
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Jason stepped aside before he got ran into by the first obvious non-human he had met here so far. The big guy stood out like a sore thumb, Jason could almost see the zone the natives kept clear of around him.
He winced from the unplanned side step, twinges of pain shooting up his leg. Walking without a stick hadn't been a good idea, this city was larger than the plans led to belive.
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What he couldn't ignore was the pain that the young man was obviously in. Once again, the turian's instinct to help others took charge. Putting his Forge away in the pack on the back of his armor, Garrus turned towards the man. "You okay?"
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He used a hand to lean on the nearest wall, putting weight off his leg before he could go back to ignoring it. "I'd be better if you knew where's the exit to this place," he continued on a calmer tone.
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Heine let out a quiet breath and glanced around to see a man whose voice he recognized.
He didn't greet the man, preferring to watch him get into a quick fight with someone Heine was quite sure he didn't know.
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Jason finished the quick fight, the resulting crunch music to his ears. Limping his way up to the library had been like walking around with a tag saying 'oh mug me please!'.
Hopefully said library wasn't too far now.
There was another guy in the way. A little smaller than Jason, white-haired.
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"It's usually a better idea not to attract attention to yourself," Heine noted with his usual blank expression.
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Of course that translated into Jason-speak as let's see what happens if you rib the guy. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Yeah, great, more good ideas. Put a lid on it Todd, the giving-cop-vibes alien from earlier could have ripped your head off your neck easily, there's no telling what this guy would do.
"'interesting to meet you face to face, 26103081."
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Which was all right. Unlike Naruto, she didn't get restless at the prospect of a lot of reading. If all else failed, she'd go to Folkhaven to look it up. The librarians' glares hardly phased her any more.
She walked with a sure purpose--no point going over the roofs for this trip--and she noticed Jason mostly because of his limp. Medic instinct.
So she took a bit of a detour in his direction because really, the dolls weren't as pressing an issue now that they were giving the things they'd stolen back. (They're still too unsettlingly like puppet jutsu for her to let it go, though.)
"Are you all right?" she asks.
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"How's that your business, honey?"
He didn't take inquiries (because he wasn't about to call it concern) about himself well on the best of days, and this was not a good day, and that was two good guy types in a row.
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