[1] [During the mission 'An Awesome Prayer is Conflict With Us']
[PRAYER attacks, people panic. Police Machines go berserk. People Panic. The Evacuation has been hitting several snags and in the process was one kid in particular who didn't look very much like a local and was frantically trying to find his way through the scrambling mass of people trying to get to safety before he ended up tripping and crashing into the ground and whimpering panickedly in what appeared to be Russian of all things.]
-Why is this happening... what did I do to deserve this?!-
[He flinched as he got to his feet, holding the side of his head and looking around in a panic as the sounds of fighting were most definitely audible over the evacuating civvies.]
S..someone? Help... please!
[He's in over his head and has no idea what the hell he's supposed to do here.]
[2] [Some time after the mission.]
[With the PRAYER destroyed and Shaft sealed life slowly begins to return to normal despite several buildings needing repairs. For those who have lost their homes and livelihoods, the city is providing for them with food and shelter. As you pass by one such place though...]
Look... we're just five people away from the front, can't you guys wait a little?
"Out of the way you filthy gaijin punk! This food is for people that actually live in this city, not some worthless runt like you!"

[It seemed that there was a smaller kid being hassled by a group of local teenagers who were trying to force him out of the line. He was shoved jabbed and insulted but merely had a look on his face that this was clearly nothing new to him and he just sighed.]
Thirty three...
"Are you listening to me you little white haired freak?! I said out of the way!"
Fourteen...
"The hell are you even counting for?!"
Just about the number of braincells you probably have right now. I'd say you're on the level of a concussed goldfish right about now. and starting to go to comatose pebble.
"KISAMAAAAA!" * (Translator's note: Kisama means Yatsu)
[And he's picked up by his collar very easily, punched in the stomach and shoved into a garbage can with a crash. He barely manages to keep from falling over and looks at the line and- it had just tripled in size. And his new 'friends' were laughing and making vulgar gestures at him and telling him to take his filthy foreign garbage ass to the back of the line. It was at this point he heroically... chose to fall backwards into the pile of trash that had spilled out with his impact to its container and not bother to get up. He ignores the insistent growl of his stomach as he sighs.]
-Now all it needs is rain and it'd be another perfect day.-
[He grumbles bitterly and sadly as he looks up at the sky.]
[PRAYER attacks, people panic. Police Machines go berserk. People Panic. The Evacuation has been hitting several snags and in the process was one kid in particular who didn't look very much like a local and was frantically trying to find his way through the scrambling mass of people trying to get to safety before he ended up tripping and crashing into the ground and whimpering panickedly in what appeared to be Russian of all things.]
-Why is this happening... what did I do to deserve this?!-
[He flinched as he got to his feet, holding the side of his head and looking around in a panic as the sounds of fighting were most definitely audible over the evacuating civvies.]
S..someone? Help... please!
[He's in over his head and has no idea what the hell he's supposed to do here.]
[2] [Some time after the mission.]
[With the PRAYER destroyed and Shaft sealed life slowly begins to return to normal despite several buildings needing repairs. For those who have lost their homes and livelihoods, the city is providing for them with food and shelter. As you pass by one such place though...]
Look... we're just five people away from the front, can't you guys wait a little?
"Out of the way you filthy gaijin punk! This food is for people that actually live in this city, not some worthless runt like you!"
[It seemed that there was a smaller kid being hassled by a group of local teenagers who were trying to force him out of the line. He was shoved jabbed and insulted but merely had a look on his face that this was clearly nothing new to him and he just sighed.]
Thirty three...
"Are you listening to me you little white haired freak?! I said out of the way!"
Fourteen...
"The hell are you even counting for?!"
Just about the number of braincells you probably have right now. I'd say you're on the level of a concussed goldfish right about now. and starting to go to comatose pebble.
"KISAMAAAAA!" * (Translator's note: Kisama means Yatsu)
[And he's picked up by his collar very easily, punched in the stomach and shoved into a garbage can with a crash. He barely manages to keep from falling over and looks at the line and- it had just tripled in size. And his new 'friends' were laughing and making vulgar gestures at him and telling him to take his filthy foreign garbage ass to the back of the line. It was at this point he heroically... chose to fall backwards into the pile of trash that had spilled out with his impact to its container and not bother to get up. He ignores the insistent growl of his stomach as he sighs.]
-Now all it needs is rain and it'd be another perfect day.-
[He grumbles bitterly and sadly as he looks up at the sky.]
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[An umbrella is dropped in front of Volya as a woman in black approaches the local ruffians. Mizuki'd just gone to see if one of her usual mushroom shops was still open -it wasn't, blargh- and it was sheer chance that lead her to seeing what'd just happened. But still...]
Hello there. I just found out some very bad news about an establishment I visit regularly and I was in quite a foul mood. Seeing what you just did though... does a lot to help get things in perspective for me.
You're going to let the kid get back in line. And you're going to apologize. So long as you do that, nothing more will come of this. Understand?
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Um...
"What are you? That freak gaijin's girlfriend or something? Take a hike!"
-And the winner for the Darwin Award for stupidity goes to Thug 1-
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[The line starts to move, but the punks are going to be cut off by Mizuki as she glances over back to Volya.]
Hey kid? Get back in line.
[And now back to the teenagers.]
As for who I am... just a concerned citizen. Now then. He's back in line so just apologize, please.
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You aren't going to hurt them too badly right? I mean they're jerks but... their homes got trashed...
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... Still waiting on that apology, gentlemen. Please, you're holding up the line.
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[Speaking of white haired freaks, a bespectacled young woman is now standing there, looking down at you with a sad expression, Volya...and she's holding what appears to be a bag of rations.]
You can have this...I can't guarantee it will taste good, however.
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Thanks. It tasting bad is alright though... I've had to eat out of garbage before... so a meal's a meal...
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[Behind the smile though, she looks a bit hesitant before she comes out with the next few words.]
...If you do not mind me asking...what did those boys mean by people who actually live in this city?
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[Volya shrugs weakly before opening the bag and eating.]
My home's really far away too.
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[That, combined with how well she's dressed translates to someone of sheltered upbringing.
In any case...]
But if your home is far away...how did you get here? Are you by any chance stranded with no means of returning?
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[Someone runs up to the teens in the line, his jacket flowing in the wind majestically like a hero's red scarf.
It is... a scrawny teenager himself. But one you may or may not recognize as a member of MJP.]
What you are doing is wrong!
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[The gang of Teens looks momentarily impressed but...]
"Why the heck didn't you keep my place from getting blown up!?"
"The hell are you defending this runt for? He doesn't even belong here!"
[And so on and so forth. Volya however got up slowly and shook his head.]
Its fine. I can just eat tomorrow.
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You should be happy, and not pick on others!
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[The gang was looking anxious now, especially since there was a lot of attention on them. Volya was honestly having trouble believing this was happening.]
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[A foreign woman has arrived, carrying a messenger bag.]
Bullying...isn't nice.
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[Volya blinked... there was something about this new person that made the quip he was about to mutter die on his tongue.]
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There's enough for everyone, so just leave the kid alone and let him get his share.
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[Well this has Volya lower his head. This wasn't going well was it?]
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And I'm just a visitor. Did your parents teach you to be this cruel to people who need help?
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[the noise comes from a short woman who appears to be of Indian descent.]
"There's plenty for everyone and the danger's passed so I think I'm gonna stand here and you're going to let that kid get his place back."
[Though the woman stands shorter than any of the thugs she is unafraid and meets any leer or scowl with one that is just as intense.]
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"Wait, she's got a uniform - she's-"
"Just dressing up!"
[To which the leader of the thugs charges Tarisa.]
Welp. Looks like someone's getting something on their criminal record. 'Attacked military personnel.'
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"Well that was pathetically easy, any of the rest of you think you can do better?"
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Okay, I'm a little scared right now. That was ... three seconds?
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"Punks like that are always mouthing off big and when someone who can actually fight back shows up they always wuss out."
[She dusts off a bit of trash that's sticking to his clothes.]
"So where are you from kid, you look like someone from the main continent of Asia. You a BETA refugee or did one of the other threats run you off?"
[She grabs a tray and passes it over to the kid.]
"In any case you look mighty hungry so eat up. I know the look myself from the time I spent in some of the camps. At least the chow here is better than that was."
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