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Bouncer clicked her tongue. Gas station clothing it was, then. She would need to find somewhere to shower too - a motel, maybe. A cheap one. Or one with bad security, that wouldn’t notice her sneaking in.
A silence had fallen between the two of them, signaling an end to any conversation. Fair enough; Bouncer had already shared what crumbs of information she could provide, probably. Well, there was also the gay couple she’d run into the night before who had invited her to meet them at some bar, but given the time, she’d probably already missed it, and she didn’t really know how to get a hold of them beyond that, so even if they were investigating the same thing, it wasn’t like they could help anyway. Not unless she or the fox happened to run into them. As for the fox, she seemed… dissatisfied with what Bouncer had provided to her. There wasn’t anything Bouncer could do about that, but geez, this girl was like leeching vibe arsenic into the air with her palpable frustration. Honestly, chill.
She asked Bouncer a question. “What?” Bouncer answered, caught off guard. Her name? Like the codename superheroes liked to use? “Oh. I’ve heard a few people call me Rabbit before. The news calls me Bouncer, though. Either of those works.” She should probably ask the woman for hers as well, instead of just calling her “the fox”. “What’s yours, then?”
A silence had fallen between the two of them, signaling an end to any conversation. Fair enough; Bouncer had already shared what crumbs of information she could provide, probably. Well, there was also the gay couple she’d run into the night before who had invited her to meet them at some bar, but given the time, she’d probably already missed it, and she didn’t really know how to get a hold of them beyond that, so even if they were investigating the same thing, it wasn’t like they could help anyway. Not unless she or the fox happened to run into them. As for the fox, she seemed… dissatisfied with what Bouncer had provided to her. There wasn’t anything Bouncer could do about that, but geez, this girl was like leeching vibe arsenic into the air with her palpable frustration. Honestly, chill.
She asked Bouncer a question. “What?” Bouncer answered, caught off guard. Her name? Like the codename superheroes liked to use? “Oh. I’ve heard a few people call me Rabbit before. The news calls me Bouncer, though. Either of those works.” She should probably ask the woman for hers as well, instead of just calling her “the fox”. “What’s yours, then?”
The darkness was close, she could feel it; one of his servants must be nearby, and she would have to act quickly if they were to repel their machinations. The Witch of the Waters, stepped briskly down the street, her long hair sweeping over the concrete like a cloak. As she was now, after her long slumber, she did not think she would be able to repel them alone, yet she knew not where to find suitable warriors to stand in her stead.
Perhaps… Perhaps a summoning was in order. Draw strength from the past, to find and aid those with the capacity to act in the present. Yes, that would present a viable solution for now - though, how many would answer? And in her current state, how many could she really call forth? She supposed it would depend on how readily she could find a source of power to draw from, but aside from the fountain she’d found herself in, the Witch wasn’t sure of where she could look. A river, a lake, a pond - surely there must be some sizeable body of water to draw from, she could feel it.
This street she was on was lined with merchants and eateries, offering luxuries she had never seen before. Somehow, she could feel the flow of water all through this place, in a thousand tiny streams she couldn’t see. Were they buried in the ground, beneath the buildings? Perhaps. Even so, she may be able to call on their power to fuel her magic - she need only find a place strong enough to channel it, and then…
Yes, with the power on this street, she may be able to call forth some few warriors. Hardly a match for the armies the adversary would call to his will, but it would provide a starting point. It would be enough, for now. She would make sure of it.
That just left the question… from where would his servant launch an attack? And when?
The lights of the arcade cabinet reflected off his sunglasses, his hand flying across the buttons in impenetrable combo techniques that were probably just mindless button mashing. Sure he probably wasn’t that great, but did that matter? It was fun. It was a game, and he loved games. This one was something called a “fighting game”, which he thought was kind of funny. It had bright, flashing colors, and the characters looked cool. Not as cool as him, but still cool.
“Oi.”
He ignored the large man leaning against the wall next to him. He was totally about to wipe the floor with his opponent at the opposite cabinet, he didn’t have time to entertain his companion’s nagging. The man looked at him sidelong, crossing his arms.
“Ugh, piss off, man,” he groaned, waving the man away. “Can’t you see I’m busy right now? I can do it later, just let me- Agh!” He cried out in frustration as the words YOU LOSE flashed across his screen. “One more time!” he insisted, reaching into the pocket of his jorts for more coins.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned to see a line had formed behind him without him noticing. He grimaced at each of the students behind him in turn, then looked back at his companion to see the large man smirking at him.
“Ugh, fine, I’ll do it. Man, what a pain.” He pushed past the line of arcade gamers, paying no mind to their shouts of indignation as he stepped on their feet or pushed them away, making his way back out onto the street outside.
He stretched and cracked his neck, casting his gaze around for somewhere suitable. “So many noisy kids here, geez,” he muttered, hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of his jorts. He chose to ignore the look his companion gave him. There were a lot of birds on this street. Yeah, he supposed he could start here- at least he wouldn’t have to walk that far.
“Alright, I got this covered,” he said with a yawn. “You can piss off for now. You’re cramping my space.” The larger man crossed his arms again, each the size of a tree trunk. “Ugh, don’t give me that look!” he complained, kicking the man in the shin with the size of one flip flop-clad food. “I said I’d do it, so I’ll do it! Geez!”
“Dick,” he muttered, after his companion vanished. Now to find a quiet place to hang out and nap. Or uh, work.
Perhaps… Perhaps a summoning was in order. Draw strength from the past, to find and aid those with the capacity to act in the present. Yes, that would present a viable solution for now - though, how many would answer? And in her current state, how many could she really call forth? She supposed it would depend on how readily she could find a source of power to draw from, but aside from the fountain she’d found herself in, the Witch wasn’t sure of where she could look. A river, a lake, a pond - surely there must be some sizeable body of water to draw from, she could feel it.
This street she was on was lined with merchants and eateries, offering luxuries she had never seen before. Somehow, she could feel the flow of water all through this place, in a thousand tiny streams she couldn’t see. Were they buried in the ground, beneath the buildings? Perhaps. Even so, she may be able to call on their power to fuel her magic - she need only find a place strong enough to channel it, and then…
Yes, with the power on this street, she may be able to call forth some few warriors. Hardly a match for the armies the adversary would call to his will, but it would provide a starting point. It would be enough, for now. She would make sure of it.
That just left the question… from where would his servant launch an attack? And when?
The lights of the arcade cabinet reflected off his sunglasses, his hand flying across the buttons in impenetrable combo techniques that were probably just mindless button mashing. Sure he probably wasn’t that great, but did that matter? It was fun. It was a game, and he loved games. This one was something called a “fighting game”, which he thought was kind of funny. It had bright, flashing colors, and the characters looked cool. Not as cool as him, but still cool.
“Oi.”
He ignored the large man leaning against the wall next to him. He was totally about to wipe the floor with his opponent at the opposite cabinet, he didn’t have time to entertain his companion’s nagging. The man looked at him sidelong, crossing his arms.
“Ugh, piss off, man,” he groaned, waving the man away. “Can’t you see I’m busy right now? I can do it later, just let me- Agh!” He cried out in frustration as the words YOU LOSE flashed across his screen. “One more time!” he insisted, reaching into the pocket of his jorts for more coins.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned to see a line had formed behind him without him noticing. He grimaced at each of the students behind him in turn, then looked back at his companion to see the large man smirking at him.
“Ugh, fine, I’ll do it. Man, what a pain.” He pushed past the line of arcade gamers, paying no mind to their shouts of indignation as he stepped on their feet or pushed them away, making his way back out onto the street outside.
He stretched and cracked his neck, casting his gaze around for somewhere suitable. “So many noisy kids here, geez,” he muttered, hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of his jorts. He chose to ignore the look his companion gave him. There were a lot of birds on this street. Yeah, he supposed he could start here- at least he wouldn’t have to walk that far.
“Alright, I got this covered,” he said with a yawn. “You can piss off for now. You’re cramping my space.” The larger man crossed his arms again, each the size of a tree trunk. “Ugh, don’t give me that look!” he complained, kicking the man in the shin with the size of one flip flop-clad food. “I said I’d do it, so I’ll do it! Geez!”
“Dick,” he muttered, after his companion vanished. Now to find a quiet place to hang out and nap. Or uh, work.
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Mina leaned back on the back legs of her chair, strawberry frappuccino sitting half-forgotten on the patio table in front of her. She gestured vaguely with her hands as she spoke, in the way people did without realizing as if the motions somehow aided in the act of speech. Her hair spilled over the back of her chair despite the ends caught between it and her back, and one of her feet rested against the leg of the table, pushing on it slightly to rock her chair gently back and forth.
“Like what was she really expecting with that, you know?”
“Uh…”
“Like everyone already knew what was going on with her and Mackenzie and then she suddenly shows up after spring break with her hair dyed flamingo pink and she just expects no one to realize what happened?”
“Ah…”
It’s like who does she really think she’s fooling, you know?”
“Uhuh…”
“And you know they think they’re gonna be slick about it, acting like no one realizes. God, they’re so obnoxious, right? Like they’re so in-your-face about it, right?!”
“Um.” Mina’s increasingly reluctant conversation partner cleared his throat, raising one hand. “Mina, I uh. I mean, I’m really flattered you accepted my confession, and I’m happy you invited me out so quickly… Like, immediately…”
“Nn-hn. What about it?” Mina took a sip of her frappuccino, having recalled its presence in the brief gap where she wasn’t talking. It wasn’t really cold anymore, and the bottom of the cup seemed to just be strawberry juice at this point, but she didn’t seem to care.
The boy, Martin, cleared his throat again, seeming to wither under her gaze. “I mean, uh. I- I can’t help but wonder if you’re really just going to, um. Just uh… talk about them the whole time…?”
“Nn-hn,” Mina answered, with zero hesitation. She set her dissolved beverage back on the table. “You said you were interested in me, yeah? So you’re interested in what I have to say about stuff, yeah?”
Martin hesitated, his eyes dropping to the surface of the table beneath Mina’s sudden accusatory tone. “Yeah, of- of course I am, really!I just- its just. Different than I was expecting, is all…”
“So?” Mina’s eyes dragged themselves over to the street the cafe sat on, suddenly transfixed on the students walking home or crowding into the various stores and small restaurants lining it. “That’s just an issue with your own expectations, right?”
Martin’s mouth hung open for a moment, processing possible replies for a moment before he cleared his throat again with an uncomfortable chuckle. “Yeah, I uh. I suppose you’re right, sorry. Do you uh.. Do you mind if I go to the bathroom real quick?”
Mina grunted noncommittally, not bothering to look at the boy as he scurried away from their table. Honestly, the nerve of that guy! How could he talk about expectations when they’d never even spoken before? Unless they had. To be honest, she hadn’t even remembered the guy existed until he’d asked her to meet him behind the school. What a cliche, Mina was willing to bet the guy just stayed at home watching anime all day. She scowled at the handful of young couples she spotted holding hands as they passed. Honestly, just die already.
She sighed, and the front legs of her chair re-established contact with the ground. Mina slumped over the patio table, pushing the cup with her elbow as she rested her chin in her hand. She supposed she could try to be a bit nicer to the guy. She had absolutely no intention of maintaining this charade past today, but she may as well try to make the act convincing for now. There wouldn’t be much point to this otherwise, right?
Where was he, anyway? It had probably been like ten minutes or so, and Martin still wasn’t back yet. Was he constipated or something? Geez! Mina craned her neck over her shoulder, seeing if she could spot him, but no, nothing - actually, would she be able to spot him anyway? He didn’t exactly stand out. Seriously, what a bland guy. But still, where was he?!
Mina started to rise from the table, thinking she might just go get him from the bathroom herself, then froze when she spotted something on the street. A shock of bright pink hair, bobbing in the crowd.
Oh no! Oh no no no! Mina dove under the table; there was no way she was about to get caught alone. Ugh, stupid Martin and his digestive problems! Why did he think she even bothered to bring him here?! And he had the nerve to disappear before the most important part?!
She peeked out of her hiding place, tracking that stupid pink flag through the crowd. Ugh, and she had her groupies with her - what, was her boyfriend busy? She had to dust off those shrill little soccer club nobodies? Mina could almost swear she was being mocked right now.
Mina ducked back down under the table, sitting cross-legged while she waited for her adversary to pass. Forget being nice, she was gonna wring Martin’s stupid neck the next time she saw him. She sighed, head in her hand as she waited some minutes until the coast was clear, ignoring the occasional glance from passersby wondering what she was doing under the table.
Once she felt enough time had passed, Mina crawled out from under the table, stretching and dusting off the seat of her pants. Ugh, the cafe staff really needed to clean this patio better. She glanced around, but still saw no sign of Martin. Jerk. She grabbed her drink off the table and tossed it at the nearest trashcan like a baseball. Instead of going in, the cup rebounded off the rim, spilling all over the ground. Someone was playing a prank on her, they had to be.
“Like what was she really expecting with that, you know?”
“Uh…”
“Like everyone already knew what was going on with her and Mackenzie and then she suddenly shows up after spring break with her hair dyed flamingo pink and she just expects no one to realize what happened?”
“Ah…”
It’s like who does she really think she’s fooling, you know?”
“Uhuh…”
“And you know they think they’re gonna be slick about it, acting like no one realizes. God, they’re so obnoxious, right? Like they’re so in-your-face about it, right?!”
“Um.” Mina’s increasingly reluctant conversation partner cleared his throat, raising one hand. “Mina, I uh. I mean, I’m really flattered you accepted my confession, and I’m happy you invited me out so quickly… Like, immediately…”
“Nn-hn. What about it?” Mina took a sip of her frappuccino, having recalled its presence in the brief gap where she wasn’t talking. It wasn’t really cold anymore, and the bottom of the cup seemed to just be strawberry juice at this point, but she didn’t seem to care.
The boy, Martin, cleared his throat again, seeming to wither under her gaze. “I mean, uh. I- I can’t help but wonder if you’re really just going to, um. Just uh… talk about them the whole time…?”
“Nn-hn,” Mina answered, with zero hesitation. She set her dissolved beverage back on the table. “You said you were interested in me, yeah? So you’re interested in what I have to say about stuff, yeah?”
Martin hesitated, his eyes dropping to the surface of the table beneath Mina’s sudden accusatory tone. “Yeah, of- of course I am, really!I just- its just. Different than I was expecting, is all…”
“So?” Mina’s eyes dragged themselves over to the street the cafe sat on, suddenly transfixed on the students walking home or crowding into the various stores and small restaurants lining it. “That’s just an issue with your own expectations, right?”
Martin’s mouth hung open for a moment, processing possible replies for a moment before he cleared his throat again with an uncomfortable chuckle. “Yeah, I uh. I suppose you’re right, sorry. Do you uh.. Do you mind if I go to the bathroom real quick?”
Mina grunted noncommittally, not bothering to look at the boy as he scurried away from their table. Honestly, the nerve of that guy! How could he talk about expectations when they’d never even spoken before? Unless they had. To be honest, she hadn’t even remembered the guy existed until he’d asked her to meet him behind the school. What a cliche, Mina was willing to bet the guy just stayed at home watching anime all day. She scowled at the handful of young couples she spotted holding hands as they passed. Honestly, just die already.
She sighed, and the front legs of her chair re-established contact with the ground. Mina slumped over the patio table, pushing the cup with her elbow as she rested her chin in her hand. She supposed she could try to be a bit nicer to the guy. She had absolutely no intention of maintaining this charade past today, but she may as well try to make the act convincing for now. There wouldn’t be much point to this otherwise, right?
Where was he, anyway? It had probably been like ten minutes or so, and Martin still wasn’t back yet. Was he constipated or something? Geez! Mina craned her neck over her shoulder, seeing if she could spot him, but no, nothing - actually, would she be able to spot him anyway? He didn’t exactly stand out. Seriously, what a bland guy. But still, where was he?!
Mina started to rise from the table, thinking she might just go get him from the bathroom herself, then froze when she spotted something on the street. A shock of bright pink hair, bobbing in the crowd.
Oh no! Oh no no no! Mina dove under the table; there was no way she was about to get caught alone. Ugh, stupid Martin and his digestive problems! Why did he think she even bothered to bring him here?! And he had the nerve to disappear before the most important part?!
She peeked out of her hiding place, tracking that stupid pink flag through the crowd. Ugh, and she had her groupies with her - what, was her boyfriend busy? She had to dust off those shrill little soccer club nobodies? Mina could almost swear she was being mocked right now.
Mina ducked back down under the table, sitting cross-legged while she waited for her adversary to pass. Forget being nice, she was gonna wring Martin’s stupid neck the next time she saw him. She sighed, head in her hand as she waited some minutes until the coast was clear, ignoring the occasional glance from passersby wondering what she was doing under the table.
Once she felt enough time had passed, Mina crawled out from under the table, stretching and dusting off the seat of her pants. Ugh, the cafe staff really needed to clean this patio better. She glanced around, but still saw no sign of Martin. Jerk. She grabbed her drink off the table and tossed it at the nearest trashcan like a baseball. Instead of going in, the cup rebounded off the rim, spilling all over the ground. Someone was playing a prank on her, they had to be.
shenanigans
you can go ahead and add her to the character tab lmao
In the meantime, any ideas for posting/getting more people on board?
i've got a few people i know are interested, i'm just waiting to see what they come up with
@Dragonfly 9 and im glad to hear it! feel free to post ur character idea here when youve got one!
Bouncer’s face soured. She hadn’t even said anything yet. This fox was really the kind of girl who would throw herself into a burning building for total strangers but wouldn’t visit them in the hospital after? Geez! Wasn’t it kind of backwards for a person to be this opposed to getting involved in things despite how quickly she threw herself in harm’s way? Well, that was her prerogative.
“Whatever.” How long would the boys be in the hospital for, a day or two? It would probably take a while for the cops to notice they were there, too. Bouncer could probably just go in the morning. Like around… maybe 3-ish. Some time before 4 pm, probably. It would be pretty early, but she could swing that.
“Don’t suppose you have a change of clothes?” Bouncer sighed, pulling the sticky red fabric away from her skin again. God, she wanted a shower so bad. She didn’t really expect anything when she asked. More likely she’d just hunt around gas stations for a bit to see if any of them carried cheap overnight clothing.
“Whatever.” How long would the boys be in the hospital for, a day or two? It would probably take a while for the cops to notice they were there, too. Bouncer could probably just go in the morning. Like around… maybe 3-ish. Some time before 4 pm, probably. It would be pretty early, but she could swing that.
“Don’t suppose you have a change of clothes?” Bouncer sighed, pulling the sticky red fabric away from her skin again. God, she wanted a shower so bad. She didn’t really expect anything when she asked. More likely she’d just hunt around gas stations for a bit to see if any of them carried cheap overnight clothing.
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