✲CLONE 1 - Game Start.

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Characters: Gota & any of you poor, poor people.
Location: Plaza.
Time: Afternoon.
Style: I'm good with both, but I usually learn towards action.
Status: Open and ready for victims.

Beeeeeeeeep.

-He was just about to get through. He knew it. But a mysterious force took the shape of a hand, coming forward and
flicking around his Fate, just so Gota would

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[chairplay]

[LIKE A STRAY CAT ON THE PROWL, guess who arrives in the plaza that day. A tilt of his head and he watches Gota for a bit -- looking so angry, like a wet cat! How... normal of his friend, really.]

Oi.

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[Whether they're home, in a underwater bubble, or even on Mars--The situation would always be the same. That cold steel pointing in his direction should be familiar. Like a magnet pointing to the right direction...

But he can at least be a little relieved by a familiar face.]

You.

[chairplay]

[Normal circumstances! He's unfazed, knowing Gota wouldn't dare hurt him. It's like the games they played when they were younger-- gradually moving to fake flickblades when they were older. So fun so fun.]

Me!

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[And of course Gota is bothered. Even worse, ending up here put the man in a foul mood. What's more great than a friend acting like they are on a lovely trip to the playground?

No, Hiro, he doesn't know where he is and he isn't liking this at all.

Nevertheless, he lowers his arm.]

... Where am I?

[theothersissel]

[Well, here's you first victim, Gota. He doesn't look like much- his eyes are hidden behind dark shades, and his red suit is the color of blood, and his hair...well, let's just say his hair is ridiculous and it is still a mystery how it keeps defying gravity.]

[He smirks and gives a chipper wave at the new guy as he approaches. He always liked talking to new people. But for all the wrong reasons.]

Hey there. New?

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[This threatening-with-a-knife business is going to get old fast, because that's precisely what he is doing. Knife, you, and Gota's very unfriendly expression.

Yeah, he's not liking you so far. Your appearance is helping either. Good luck to you, sir.]

[theothersissel]

[Any regular person would run away. They would complain, yell, and generally question why a random person was threatening to stab them with a knife.]

[Not Yomiel.]

[In fact, the sight of the knife just seems to amuse him, and he doesn't even raise his hands up in surrender. He just stands there cooly with a grin on his face, as if the knife is nothing more than a regular social gesture.]

Ah, so you're that kind of person, are you?

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Tell me where I am and I won't be that kind of person.

[That might as well be a lie. Stand in his way and this little friend comes out.
He doesn't seem fazed at all, so Gota will make a mental note: 'Not bad.' Nothing more pathetic than someone who squeals and curls away, so some props are being given here.

Still, he will have his suspicions either way. No one ever said Gota was any good at first impressions.

[giving_to_get]

[Basco was scoping out the plaza at the moment, waiting to see when Hiro might return and OH LOOK! It's a wet kitten. He smiles and walks over]

You seem seem a little lost. Can I help?

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[Since when does he resemble a cat, he doesn't even--

...

Oh.

Well, seeing someone dressed like a pirate puts him a little off-guard. And irritated. Where is he, an amusement park?

You just got ignored, Gota gave you one uninterested glance and started walking.]

[giving_to_get]

. . .

[Rude.

Welp, following him a few steps.]

Hey Kitten, do you might showing me your right wrist? It's just a little something I ask everyone I find who's newly arrived.

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[Gato stops.

His right wrist? Why would someone ask that? H... how?
He knows.

And out goes the flickblade. It's like a greeting at this point, really. One might also find that asterisk symbol peeking under his sleeve as well.]

[feelstheaster]

[+1 grinning superteen]

Want a towel?

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[... You make it sound like he went for a swim.

He's not going to bother saying anything, but his hand is already out and waiting. Might as well take the offer while it's there.]

[feelstheaster]

[he hands him one that he pulls out of his utility belt]

I'm Robin.