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gemcraft‌:

She clicks her tongue. It’s only fitting that her words are thrown back at her. But it’s true, going alone would prove to be hazardous and has been so in the past in her prior attempts. This is the closest she’s come to actually finding out just what’s going on in this part of the sector and she’s not going to let it pass her by. For that reason, she concedes that Ryuko’s assistance is much needed and shrugs her shoulders in defeat. “I guess I did say something like that.”

“I’ll look out for you, but the moment you start to slow me down then I’m going to leave you behind.” That’s not a threat, it’s a half-hearted promise for what might come to pass. It’s said to give Ryuko the motivation to be serious if anything. Pocketing the invitation, Rin starts walking. “Come on, don’t wanna be late for whatever it is that they planned to meet up for.” With nothing but the dim street lights and bright neon signs from various establishments to guide them, they make their way. And after a few twists and turns and ducking and dodging out of alleyways, they finally come to a solitary corner of an area with nothing but what seems to be an abandoned warehouse. Rin stays in the safety of the dark, Ryuko right behind her.

There, at the entrance stands two men guarding it. And up walked a few members who are promptly let inside. “We don’t have disguises, so I’m going to have to talk us through the door. You can just…stand there and look menacing. That shouldn’t be too hard for you.”

She can’t resist the urge to roll her eyes at Rin’s warning. Of course she has no way of knowing who she’s dealing with -- they’ve only just met, after all -- but Ryuko finds it amusing all the same. There isn’t much of a point in arguing, though she has plenty of evidence that would verify her own capabilities. It seems that her new ‘friend’ is a natural-born leader, so the young delinquent is content to follow with a sigh, allowing herself to be swept up in the chaos of their mission. For all of her past opposition to authority, she doesn’t mind being given orders; whether or not she follows them is simply a matter of her own discretion.

Admittedly, these slums are different from the ones she knows. There’s signage and establishments of some repute among the wreckage -- a stark contrast to the ramshackle wooden huts that lined the depths of Honnoji. She takes in what she can through the obfuscating dark, following one step behind Rin to ensure their safety.

“Sure, I can do menacing.” Few expressions come more naturally to her than a chilling glare. She cracks her knuckles as they prepare their grand entrance, clearly anticipating a less-than-peaceful endeavor. “I know you didn’t ask,” she murmurs, “but I’m armed. If they’re packing heat, get behind me -- and don’t act like you’re too good to back down from a fight. My blade’s bulletproof, so unless you wanna eat lead, you’re gonna have to trust me.”

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suplex51‌:

“You do know that people still died, right? Even if they were brought back.”

“I’ve got sympathy and all, but if they were dumb enough to start fights over balloons, that’s on them.”

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fibercrafting replied to your post: “Heh. Nobody I know is dumb enough to get caught...

I hate all of you

Is there something you wanna tell me?

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“Heh. Nobody I know is dumb enough to get caught up in a glorified April Fools gag like that.” 

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gemcraft‌:

Ryuko’s compliment does not go unappreciated, the smug grin Rin gives should say more than enough before she goes back to rummaging through the pockets of these two unfortunate targets. Much to her surprise, this attempt does not come up empty-handed as her companion manages to find something worth their while. A slip of paper, normal enough but the text is written in purple ink, something that she’s sure isn’t a coincidence.

Taking the paper from Ryuko’s hand now, Rin gets to her feet as she quickly skims through the contents written. There’s a time and location along with very vague instructions and there’s no name attached as expected. Though it takes her a moment, Rin does, in fact, know where the address on the paper is and she owes that knowledge to her sleuthing around the place often enough to remember just where this place is situated. “I know where it is. Looks like we have a meeting to attend since they won’t be able to make it.”

Rin realizes now, that as much as she’d like to do this on her own, she’s got someone at her side now that very likely won’t be taking no for an answer. And while she’s never felt the need to have a partner, it seems that she’ll have to bear with the other’s presence. “You’re coming no matter what, aren’t you? Even if I say no?” She sighs, knowing the answer to that already but figures she may as well try. “May as well get on a first name basis then, don’t you think? It’s Tohsaka Rin.”

“Going undercover now, huh?” Ryuko springs up to her feet and stretches, rolling her head from one side to the other with a faint crack. She hadn’t meant to form an alliance while she was skulking about, but it’s always good to have friends in high places -- especially when they can take care of themselves in a fight. Whenever things got dicey back home, it was easiest to stash Mako somewhere for safe-keeping... Her chest stirs with a bittersweet pang of nostalgia.

No time for reminiscing now, she reminds herself. They have a meeting to crash.

“Hey, don’t blame me. You’re the one who said that girls shouldn’t hang around this place by themselves.” She smirks, clearly glad for the opportunity to throw Rin’s words back at her. “I’m just following orders.” A hand comes to rest along her belt-buckle, where the miniaturized half of her Scissor Blade has been stashed. It’ll certainly come in handy if they’re planning to infiltrate an organized gang. “Name’s Matoi Ryuko. I’m counting on you to have my back if things go to shit, alright?”

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gemcraft‌:

“You…” Instinctively, a hand raises ready to go in for the slap that Shirou is usually on the receiving end of. Ultimately, though, Rin slowly lowers said hand on account of she’s sure it won’t go over well if she suddenly hits her newfound acquaintance. She does, however, scoff at her words before continuing on with the topic at hand. “My plan is to use quiet force.” As she says so, a faint blue glow begins to emanate from her arms and legs, lines stretching and ebbing in runes that were surely unknown to this girl.

“Just…stay here until I give the OK. I want to end this quickly without much of a scuffle.” She doesn’t give Ryuko the chance to say anything in protest before walking out of their alleyway sanctuary. Though they’re quite a ways away with their backs turned, Rin moves with such a speed that what should have been impossible for the person is done in a matter of seconds. A vague shout of acknowledgment at her presence is the only thing heard before she quickly manages to punch both of them with such a force that they immediately go down, out cold.

Rin kneels down, checking to make sure that she’s done the job right. Thankfully, she has. They’ll be out for a few hours now at most and with nobody else in sight, she turns back in the direction of the alley in which Ryuko should still be hiding. She raises one hand, giving an OK sign before turning back to her victims, beginning to hurriedly shuffle through their pockets. “Told you it’d be faster my way. Start checking them for anything suspicious. They’ve only started wearing purple clothing recently, I know it’s got something to do with whatever’s going on.”

Her gaze focuses on the twitch of Rin’s hand, and she tenses, wondering if their encounter is about to take an unexpected turn. The moment passes without incident, however, and Ryuko decides to relax, her expression softening. In spite of that haughty attitude, the other girl seems well-meaning enough -- it would be a shame if they made enemies of one another. She cocks her head slightly at the glow but appears otherwise nonplussed, rolling her shoulders in a halfhearted shrug. “Whatever floats your boat,” she murmurs, feigning indifference.

... Of course, she can’t resist the urge to peek around the corner. By Rin’s own logic, a high-school girl isn’t safe here; she may think that everything is under control, but it’s never a bad idea to have a second pair of eyes on the situation. Once the signal is given, Ryuko saunters out of the alleyway and squats beside one of the fallen gangsters.

“Nice moves,” she offers as she digs none-too-gently through the man’s belongings. Credit should always be given where credit is due. "-- And it looks like it wasn’t for nothing, either.” With a lopsided grin, she pulls a crumpled slip of paper from the man’s pants, shaking it until it unfurled enough to be read. “Looks like they were on their way to a club meeting... You know where this place is?” She turns the page in Rin’s direction, allowing her to read the message for herself.

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latrocinari‌:

     “Most people I know are simply all talk and can’t back it up      and always need someone to pull them out of the trouble      they get in, but at least the youth of these days are a little      smarter.”

“The youth, huh... Alright, Gramps.” Pale hair aside, he doesn’t look terribly elderly. “You’re not that old, right?”

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gemcraft‌:

Not being human is definitely something that puts her at an advantage. Rin’s expression doesn’t change, in fact, she looks rather unimpressed even when told that information. In the end, while it might be better to not be human, there’s still something else important. “You can still die, can’t you? Not being human doesn’t mean you’re immortal or immune to harm.” And, once more, Rin is not impressed with learning what she supposes must be important to this girl. “Look, I can admire…” A quick look at her up and down. From head to toe, she certainly screamed delinquent.

“…Your tenacity.” It was the nicest way to put it and it’s not exactly a lie. She’s always had a soft spot for the determined types who never gave up. Still, she couldn’t just let this be. “But it’s not going to help you here. I’ve been here longer, so I don’t expect you to know…but there’s been a lot of gang activity as of late. Step on the wrong toes and you’ll find yourself on the other side of something terrible. Not being human won’t save you from that, you know.”

Ryuko clicks her tongue, brow clouding as her poor temper continues to rise. If Senketsu was here, he would remind her to stay focused; it’s the memory of his voice that grounds her, keeping her jaw set against the foul-mouthed tirade brewing within her mind. There’s no room for an outburst in such cramped quarters, especially when danger lurks just beyond the safe haven of their alleyway.

“Guess you know everything about this place, huh?” From her tone, it’s clear that she’s not offering a compliment. “Alright. If you wanna be in charge of this operation, that’s fine by me.” With a jerk of her thumb, she gestures towards the mouth of the alley, alluding to the gang members that remained unaware of their presence. “You’ve clearly got a plan, princess. Wanna let me in on it?”

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gemcraft‌:

“This isn’t a joke. It’s serious.” And while her tough girl bravado is admirable–but annoying–Rin doesn’t want to see her get hurt because of her own foolish actions. “People aren’t afraid to kill you just because you’re a girl.” As she angrily whispering to the other, her head peeks around the corner to make sure that they’re gone. Thankfully, they seemed to have brushed the almost confrontation off and walked the other way. And thank goodness, too, because she’s sure that this girl would have gone back looking to fight. Rin sighs, relieved but still looks cross.

“You wouldn’t even begin to understand my deal.” She relaxes, leaning back onto the wall across from the other. “Let’s just say I make sure people like you don’t go causing trouble for me or anyone else who sneaks around here. There are rumors going around, you know. That something terrible is happening here. It’s why the locals are more on edge than usual.”

“Who said I was joking?” Ryuko bristles at the accusation, her shoulders squaring off moodily. As much as she can appreciate a savior complex (given that she boasts one of her own to some degree), she’s frustrated by the implication that she can’t take care of herself. Her nose wrinkles against the urge to lose her temper; at the end of the day, this stranger is looking out for her, even if her methods are grating.

“I could say the same for you not knowing about my deal,” she retorts, feeling a bit sour. It seems that neither of them are looking for a confrontation, however, so she leans against the wall as well, standing on one leg with the opposing foot bolstered against shoddy brick. “It’s not like I’m prowling around for fun.” Normally she isn’t forthcoming with details on her personal life, but given the present circumstances, she’ll make an exception. “I could beat around the bush, but I’m gonna cut right to the chase: I’m not human. So if you’re worried that I’m a stupid high-schooler that’s gotten to big for her britches, don’t. I can handle myself.”

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latrocinari‌:

     “Well, hopefully you have enough bite to back that      bark of yours up. It would be a shame for all of that      to just be talk, now wouldn’t it?”

“Jeez, the people here sure do love selling me short... I’m not the kind of idiot who starts fights that she can’t finish, so don’t worry about it.”

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gemcraft‌:

“You’re either an idiot or just tactless.” Neither of which were good things, though one was less than the other. Crimson Lane wasn’t the place to fool around, much less pick a fight. It’s become second nature for Rin to stalk around in the shadows and dart through alleyways, so when she sees this poor fool attempt to shout at a pair of thugs who are notoriously violent, she can’t help but step in. Grabbing hold of her arm, Rin drags her into a nearby alleyway and slams her back against the wall before signaling for her to hush. “Do you know what could happen to you here!?” Her words are quiet, yet still, have an annoyed tone.

“It isn’t some sort of playground!”

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“What the fuck?” The reaction bursts forth before she can think to stop herself, worn sneakers dragging against the filthy pavement as a stranger pulls her away. Naturally her first assumption is ambush; her jaw sets, hands curling into fists as she yanks her arm away from the unknown grasp. Dim as the lighting may be, she does take a moment to observe her surroundings before initiating an all-out offensive -- and it’s a good thing, too, as she finds herself facing down a girl around her own age. Tension ebbs from her body in the form of a sigh, though her body remains defensively angled away from the scolding.

“Thanks for your concern,” Ryuko seethes, “but I’m fine. If those guys wanted to fight me, they’d end up spitting out their own teeth.” She cocks her head, observing her self-proclaimed savior with an appraising squint. “If anything, you look like the odd one out here. What’s your deal?”

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“Do I really wanna get involved in this shit?” She stands on the border between Golden and Cotes, both hands anchored firmly within her pockets. From her vantage point, she can see a cat balloon drifting aimlessly about, idle for lack of any ‘contestants’ giving chase. “Seems like a bad idea. It’s not like I’m bored enough to take a gamble on my life...” What would Senketsu think? His pragmatics tended to balance out her recklessness; if he were here, he’d likely tell her to hold her ground. “... There’s probably a lot of people stuck in there.” Sometimes empathy feels like an itch that can’t be scratched. “That’s gotta suck.”

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latrocinari‌:

     “Not one for pranks, I take it? My, if you lose your      cool that easily, that’ll only make people want to      provoke you more…”

“I’ve been told I have a temper.” Smells like an understatement! “Anyway, if they wanna mess with me, they’re welcome to try. Wouldn’t recommend it, though.”

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“Try to prank me and I’ll knock your head right off your shoulders.”

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wrathfulstorm‌:

He’s already eyeing the greenery as if it were something to eat.

“You ever seen flowers before, big guy?" She smiles at him. “Where I’m from, we all get together to watch the trees bloom around this time of year.”

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“Heh. Getting to be that time of year, huh?” She’s squatting beside a planter, brushing half-melted snow from a fresh green sprout.