srwu | There Is No Escape ... ?

[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.]

Threaded | Flat

Well for starters, let's take care of the rain. And do take care of this, it's one of my favorites.

[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?

Edited 2014-05-14 16:38 (UTC)

...Pardon me.

[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.

Waaaait!

[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!

Hey, kids...You shouldn't bully.

[A foreign woman has arrived, carrying a messenger bag.]

Bullying...isn't nice.

"OI, YOU LOT, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!"

[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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