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The marketplace had too many people, but Lucy was hungry and the quieter parts of the city would be too difficult to steal money. She didn't need to skulk around or anything either; she just needed to walk around, browsing, while her invisible hands ventured off to grab the strange metal coins out of unguarded pockets, or to grab poorly watched goods off of tables.
She made sure not to get greedy; just enough to get by. After one run through the market she was sufficiently wealthy for a small meal at one of those restaurants, and more than overstimulated enough to seek out solitude.
That is, until she saw that dress there. She involuntarily reached out to touch the fabric. It was gorgeous and it even looked her size.
"Interested? Thirty Kedan for a pretty lady like you!" A compliment to hide that it was actually marked up, but Lucy had no way of knowing that.
"I don't have enough..." she muttered. A thought popped into her head. Kill him, take it for yourself. She was ashamed that the next thought was not 'no, that's wrong,' but 'there's too many people.'
"S-sorry." She turned to leave, lowering her red face behind her long hair.
::RADIO - Voice::
[ There's a voice on the radio. Young, feminine. Scared? ]
Does anyone else here have horns? Can anyone else... do things... with their mind?
Nevermind, forget it.
::WILDCARD::(CW: Violence/fighting)
[ Now you've done it. You've made Lucy mad. Or maybe you've just made her scared. Or maybe you've done nothing, and something else has triggered a relapse/panic attack. Either way you better be really powerful, really quick, astute and maybe durable (ideally all of the above) because a set of invisible hands are lashing out at you at supersonic speeds, fast enough to cut through stone and some metals.
[Talia had been passing through the marketplace herself, walking quickly enough to dodge the gang who'd taken an interest in her and thought her a courier working for their rivals for some reason. She'd stopped now that she'd lost them for the moment, taking in all that there was to be seen here. When she happened past the kedanese tailor, she had to stop and admire both the dress and the way that it seemed to go with Lucy's coloring.]
Oh that suits you very well. [But then, Talia knows a bit about negotiations from her mother, new here or not, and steps closer to get a better look at the dress itself, frowning thoughtfully.]
Hmm, though, I'm not too sure about some of these seems. They seem a little...slapdash in the back here, for the price.
"Is it? I don't... know very much about clothes, I guess." Lucy said. She looked again at the dress, trying to see what the woman meant.
The tailor wasn't taking kindly to Talia's dismissal of his work, however. "You have no eye for quality, none at all!" He said, with vitriol. "Off with you, find someone else to swindle!" He makes large sweeping gestures with his hands, trying to shoo the two of them away.
Lucy's face shows her irritation, and her vectors flex before she thinks better of it and starts to leave.
[Now he was getting it. A criminal perhaps, like him. But being so open about it...maybe she didn't just trust the police either. Some could be crooked. Still, had to keep up the act.]
Well in that case, I could always help you get out of a jam if you ever find yourself in one!
[ He had meant 'police' by 'security forces'? Well technically she avoided police too, but she hadn't meant to advertise that. Unfortunately Lucy was also really terrible at trying to lie. ]
Yorda didn't like the noise or the crowds, she decided. The marketplace was not a place for her and she turned to weave her way down one of the quieter alleyways when something odd caught her eye.
Flickers of motion, there but not there, as silent and visible as the whispers of a shadow. Yorda could see such things though she didn't know this. She had no basis for comparison. Her own abilities were as alien to her as this world. She was just trying to find the boy with horns. But there it was again, a shift in the air and movement where there should only be stillness.
She squinted but couldn't make out anything definite. As best she could tell, the movement came and returned to one of the stands where a man was talking to a girl with pink hair.
But more than the strange hair... horns! She had horns!
Yorda scurried through the crowd, stumbling a bit, still unsure of her own legs and reached for the girl's shoulder.
"Ico?" She asked breathlessly. Words still felt strange on her lips. Before the boy with horns, she hadn't spoken in years. And even then, the language barrier between them had limited her to only a few utterances. "...Ico?"
"Ico," she repeated. "A boy with horns also. Are you like him? Have you seen him?"
It was important she find him. It was so very important. The unspoken promise that they would get out together or not at all... Yorda couldn't bear it if he had drowned. Not after everything they had fought for.
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Lucy | Elfen Lied
The marketplace had too many people, but Lucy was hungry and the quieter parts of the city would be too difficult to steal money. She didn't need to skulk around or anything either; she just needed to walk around, browsing, while her invisible hands ventured off to grab the strange metal coins out of unguarded pockets, or to grab poorly watched goods off of tables.
She made sure not to get greedy; just enough to get by. After one run through the market she was sufficiently wealthy for a small meal at one of those restaurants, and more than overstimulated enough to seek out solitude.
That is, until she saw that dress there. She involuntarily reached out to touch the fabric. It was gorgeous and it even looked her size.
"Interested? Thirty Kedan for a pretty lady like you!" A compliment to hide that it was actually marked up, but Lucy had no way of knowing that.
"I don't have enough..." she muttered. A thought popped into her head. Kill him, take it for yourself. She was ashamed that the next thought was not 'no, that's wrong,' but 'there's too many people.'
"S-sorry." She turned to leave, lowering her red face behind her long hair.
::RADIO - Voice::
[ There's a voice on the radio. Young, feminine. Scared? ]
Does anyone else here have horns? Can anyone else... do things... with their mind?
Nevermind, forget it.
::WILDCARD:: (CW: Violence/fighting)
[ Now you've done it. You've made Lucy mad. Or maybe you've just made her scared. Or maybe you've done nothing, and something else has triggered a relapse/panic attack. Either way you better be really powerful, really quick, astute and maybe durable (ideally all of the above) because a set of invisible hands are lashing out at you at supersonic speeds, fast enough to cut through stone and some metals.
Better get out of her 4 meter killzone quick! ]
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Oh that suits you very well. [But then, Talia knows a bit about negotiations from her mother, new here or not, and steps closer to get a better look at the dress itself, frowning thoughtfully.]
Hmm, though, I'm not too sure about some of these seems. They seem a little...slapdash in the back here, for the price.
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The tailor wasn't taking kindly to Talia's dismissal of his work, however. "You have no eye for quality, none at all!" He said, with vitriol. "Off with you, find someone else to swindle!" He makes large sweeping gestures with his hands, trying to shoo the two of them away.
Lucy's face shows her irritation, and her vectors flex before she thinks better of it and starts to leave.
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She takes a while before answering. ]
No. I don't know what I'm looking for.
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[His tone remains light yet concerned. Always had to put up some act, but this was more genuine than his Li act.]
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Then it was just a depressed, self-pitying sigh. ]
As well as ever.
There's no soldiers here, at least. None that I've seen.
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[Though he did wonder about her remark. Was she afraid of them, or something else? Hard to say at this point.]
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And as long as they stay where they are, I'm sure we'll all get along.
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Well in that case, I could always help you get out of a jam if you ever find yourself in one!
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[ What was this guy's angle all of a sudden? ]
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[ He had meant 'police' by 'security forces'? Well technically she avoided police too, but she hadn't meant to advertise that. Unfortunately Lucy was also really terrible at trying to lie. ]
I don't need... help.
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[ Relying on other people just makes things get... messy. ]
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[Marketplace]
Flickers of motion, there but not there, as silent and visible as the whispers of a shadow. Yorda could see such things though she didn't know this. She had no basis for comparison. Her own abilities were as alien to her as this world. She was just trying to find the boy with horns. But there it was again, a shift in the air and movement where there should only be stillness.
She squinted but couldn't make out anything definite. As best she could tell, the movement came and returned to one of the stands where a man was talking to a girl with pink hair.
But more than the strange hair... horns! She had horns!
Yorda scurried through the crowd, stumbling a bit, still unsure of her own legs and reached for the girl's shoulder.
"Ico?" She asked breathlessly. Words still felt strange on her lips. Before the boy with horns, she hadn't spoken in years. And even then, the language barrier between them had limited her to only a few utterances. "...Ico?"
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"What are you babbling about?"
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It was important she find him. It was so very important. The unspoken promise that they would get out together or not at all... Yorda couldn't bear it if he had drowned. Not after everything they had fought for.
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