#also i just realized tiny little mizuki is older than her? if if the wiki is right.

[brawlqueen]

tranquil are the waters of this park. clandestine and pure despite the chaos and violence of city life. the dark alleys and corners; the corrupted underbelly. things she had known and seen and lost at six years too young, and subtract for who knows how long?

mizuki had never certainly felt like a 'child'. not with all that had happened. maybe she sometimes feels a pang of jealousy in that others will never know such horror. but greater is the relief, and with a quiet relish she (and respectively the golden-yellow left 'eye') that shines uncannily cross shaped upon her face accompany her in this emotion.

a young woman, about her age? ( such pretty red hair, and no tangles! honestly unlike mizuki, how unfair! ) is dipping her toes in the fountain of yoyagi park; and the eighteen year old can't help but smile faintly at the sight.

" it's a nice place, huh. " cyan braids sway at the tips against her calves; the small woman leaning against the fence to witness the woman smiling and think at least there's some peace in the world. it makes the job worth it. maybe she was always headed to abis?

"don't mind me. i'm gonna scope out the -- " she can sense it before that 'strange eye' that glitters sun-gold in her pretty face can comment.

with her vision increasing thanks to her AI partner, long range mode scoping out the exact distance of what was happening as if standing before it; mizuki shifts to the girl with the pretty hair and calming smile. her own lips move in a natural, assuring little smile of her own; masking the blatant annoyance of faraway stupidity she'll have to confront.

" oh, don't worry about that. i can handle it. stuff like this happens all the time. besides, you gotta let me do my job, right? i don't doubt you could help...it's er, just i don't wanna...interrupt your relaxing. " she fishes into the pockets of her short yellow jacket; sleeveless and bright as her left eye; and holds up her badge.

" i'm with the metropolitan police department. or uh, mpd. basically i'm a cop, detective, however you slice it." the shorter woman remarked, all the while snickering internally at how she'd proved aiba wrong that she had no bedside manner with civilians with her brash nature. the girl was about her age if not the same! she easily could have been one of her tightknit friends!

" lemme just detain these punks. break up whatever stupid thing they're doing so early in the morning, you know? besides, honestly? if not for them i'd probably be taking my shoes off and sneaking into the fountain too. can't on the job, but it's good to see someone just taking it easy in such a busy city."

not moving towards retracting her metal pipe, much less her evolver gun; the petite woman ( looks ever so deceiving ) offers her a sunny smile of comfort and casually adds, "but, thanks. for offering, i mean. i'm sure you'd be really helpful but i don't want them ruining your fun. just stay put, okay? these guys are drunk, so i dunno what's up with them. still, i think it's pretty brave of you to stop it all by yourself and not even be part of the police. it's cool, y'know?"

with a small wink as if to say, 'it'll be fine', eyes narrowed; she calmly and confidently strides in between the men with no problem. alchohol on their breath. ew. this early in the morning?

" don't you people have work? this is a public space, not some modern sumo wrestling or boxing arena. can't you how many people are in this park or do i really need to flash my badge. in before you say, 'oh you're just a little girl'. ' her voice a stark contrast from the warm, friendly tone earlier. it's a warning, and if they're wise, it will be heeded.

@brawlqueen asked for a treat!

━━━━━━━✾✾✾    The    water    is    turquoise,    it's    surface    mirroring    the    cloudless    firmament    above.    A    faint    brume    rises    from    the    veneer,    providing    a    veil    of    privacy    for    those    who    are    taking    a    dip    in    the    hot    spring.    Steam    that    rises    creates    an    almost    metaphysical    ambiance,    making    the    place    feel    like    a    sanctuary    of    sorts.

As    Inoue    dips    her    toes    into    the    liquid,    she    feels    warmth    encompass    her,    relaxing    her    skeletal    muscles.    Texture    appears    smooth    against    her    epidermis,    with    just    a    hint    of    minerals    that    nourish    her    silhouette.    The    sensation    is    phenomenal—a    feeling    of    being    halted    in    time    and    space.    Yet    the    sense    of    tranquility    is    promptly    obliterated    by    turbulence    on    the    other    end    of    the    fence.    Orihime    glances    apprehensively    at    the    other.    “What’s    happening?”    Inquires,    attempting    to    perceive    something    amidst    the    screams.    “Maybe    I    should    distract    them,    in    some    way.”    So    peace    can    return,    rendering    that    place    tranquil    once    more.