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Post by Tally Hunter on Nov 14, 2014 20:06:31 GMT -5
The sunlight shone brightly on Death City, and the city's park was quite active this afternoon. Along the many walking paths, couples and families strolled along, admiring the scenery. Screams of happiness and laughter filled the air around the playground as children engaged in a lively game of Grounders. A group of young teens were playing soccer in one of the fields, cheering occasionally when a goal was scored. The entire park was surrounded by a large path, that path fenced in by trees on either side. Where there were gaps in the trees, the paths would branch off, heading towards the different areas of the park. In one of the more isolated parts of this outside path, in one of the taller trees, there was something that didn't belong. A young girl perched on one of the lower branches, scanning the path running below her. No one knew she was here. Then again, no one would suspect that she would be. She glanced towards the playground and a part of her wanted to join the gaggle of kids, but she held back. She was on a mission after all.
The girl was new to Shibusen, and while she could make lots of friends from the playground, she wanted to make friends from her academy more. She smiled at the thought of it. A friend that wasn't one of her stuffed animals. When she got a Meister of her own, they could go on so many team missions, rid the world of the corrupt air. Maybe this new friend might even be her new Meister. She chuckled at the thought. Maybe it was too early to think that. Her hazel eyes caught movement below her and she snapped out her thoughts to investigate. There was a person passing under her, and not just any person. She grinned as she recognized someone from the school. Although she didn't know them, she could tell who was a part of Shibusen just by the look of them. And besides, strangers were just friends you haven't met yet.
Pulling her red panda hood further towards her face, she lowered herself into a crouch. Her hands rested on the rough bark beneath her, fingers just poking out of her long, black sleeves. Slowly, she turned so her back was to them, careful not to give out her location. Sitting and hooking her knees around the branch, she cast one final glance over her shoulder to make a final judgement on distance, pulling her hood back so she could see clearly. Just before the person passed under her, she fell backwards.
Her knees caught her as she fell, leaving her swinging just a few steps in front of the person. The red panda tail sewn onto her hoodie flopped against her back as she gave them a grin. "Hey, aren'tya from Shibusen? You got that look to ya." Excitement bubbled from her voice as she stared at their upside-down face. "I am too! My name's Tally!"
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Post by Shannon Newberry on Nov 15, 2014 2:51:47 GMT -5
It could be smelled in the air. The smell of a brand new day, a brand new chance. A day off from the humdrum. For today, a certain peach-haired student of Shibusen had decided to lay off on his training. Today, Shannon was going to make a friend. Somehow. Making friends had never been the abrasive meister's strong suit. It had been months since he had enrolled, and all he had made so far are rivals. Or, rather, a rival, really. Everyone else he had met so far were far too weak for him to consider a challenge.
No, most people who meet Shannon come to the quick conclusion that they would rather not know him, and to leave his vicinity as soon as they possibly can. Probably a wise decision on their part. However, aside from the obvious problem of leaving the guy with little social interaction, this tendency to drive people away has left the meister without any weapon to fight with. Likely, the pool of weapons he could even feasibly wield was pitifully small. They'd have to be able to hold their own against his forceful soul; no easy feat, and truly only should be even attempted by the most rugged of individuals.
But, Shannon had never been one to give up. Even if he couldn't find a hardy weapon to fight alongside with, he could find someone to have some fun with, right?
With this in mission in mind, Shannon's destination was clear: the park. Where in Death City could there be more fun to be had? Shibusen's dojo, perhaps, but he had already scared or pissed off most of the students who frequented there. Regardless, the park would be a great place to meet new people.
And so it was a six-foot tall bloke in a black leather jacket came to be marching through a bright and sunny day at the park, and seeming rather out of place among the cheerful children, families, and recreational soccer players. He held a peculiar case slung over his shoulder: a secret weapon for his very special mission. He'd been looking back and forth, measuring up all the possible friendship candidates. No, none of them seemed fun enough. And the only Shibusen students he recognized were all to quick to try their best to ignore him. Either his reputation preceded him, or they were just people he had forgotten about in his endless stream of rejected weapons.
"What da bloody-?!" Exclaimed the guy, surprise tinging his typically boisterous voice. He took an instinctive step back and took a moment process what exactly was suddenly in his face. A girl... hanging upside down. Because of course it was. A grin was plastered on her face, too.
Shannon took but a moment to calm his nerves, recovering from the shock. The girl had asked something. "Yer from Shibusen, eh? Ya... don't much look like a fighter." He said, a bit too surprised to inflect his tone to one of outright dismissal. His next instinct was to puff out his chest, readjust his grip on the case slung over his shoulder, and to use his free hand to point his thumb proudly at himself, "Me name's Shannon, gottit?"
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Post by Tally Hunter on Nov 15, 2014 15:19:44 GMT -5
"Got it, mister Shannon." Tally chirped happily as she gave him a happy thumbs up. Remembering she was upside-down, she turned her hand so she was giving him a thumbs down. It was turned the right way if one was standing upright like a normal person. Her voice sounded like a ringing bell in that high frequency. She shifted her legs a bit so she could swing back and forth slightly. His name was what she would hear from a girl, but then again he did have the long, pink hair of one. Or at least one she put into her colouring book. Why pink hair? It was different and she knew all about differences. Besides, she thought with a giggle. I'm not one to judge. She thought about his previous comment. She didn't look like much of a fighter, eh? Well she would show him.
Unhooking one leg from the tree, she pressed her free foot against the branch. Using it to start her momentum, she began swinging harder. Once she was parallel to the ground, she gave a push from her free leg, her other leg unhooking and pushing right after it. She felt herself fly backwards and angled more so. Reaching up, she practically used Shannon as a springboard, pushing off his shoulders to give herself some more lift. She landed behind him, grinning hysterically at his back. "I don't look like a fighter cuz I'm not one. I'm a Weapon!" She announced proudly, jabbing at her chest with her thumb. Then she noticed the case over his shoulder. Tilting her head to the side, she gave it a poke. "Hey mister Shannon, what's in the case?"
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Post by Shannon Newberry on Nov 18, 2014 22:15:02 GMT -5
Shannon's face couldn't help but contort to one of bemusement as the girl struggled to give him a thumbs up. A chortle bubbled up and had boisterously burst forth. This Tally girl, she was certainly proving herself to be funny, at least. He was still having a hard time buying that someone so tiny could be a Shibusen student, though. Sure, he had come across plenty of scrawny people, but little children? She probably was just a local kid with an active imagination.
The speed with which she launched herself off the branch took the less-than-attentive meister by surprise, though. "O-oi!" He exclaimed as her tiny feet bounded off of him. His eyebrow twitched and fist clenched as he spun around to face the hooded acrobat.
But, rare for this particularly hot-blooded Brit, he consciously decided to try and remain calm. He took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles. After all, what else was he supposed to do, hit her in retaliation? Even Shannon had enough restraint to avoid acting out like that.
He tried to chuckle it off, which seemed successful. His annoyance was quickly replaced bu surprise at the girl's question. Oh, right! Shannon just about forgot about his luggage. He grinned widely, "ha ha! This right 'ere?" He asked rhetorically, bringing the case in front of him and patting it. He was getting excited now. Finally, a chance to show these off!
He knelt and set the case down, and flung its lid open. From behind the vision-obscuring lid, the strange bloke ruffled through the case's contents. He looked back up at the panda girl, smirking.
"Ta-dah!" He exclaimed triumphantly, bringing his hands up. Only, those hands were covered in felt. Felt puppets, to be exact. The had little button-eyes and stubby little arms. One had long spiky pink hair much like his own, and in the other hand was one with "silver" hair. This left hand of Shannon's waved back and forth, "hon, hon, hon! It vould be a pleazure to meet you, mademoiselle, if I were only not so buzy being, uh, how you zay, grumpy?Hon, hon, hon," Shannon spoke in a very fake and very stereotypical French accent.
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Post by Tally Hunter on Nov 19, 2014 9:07:42 GMT -5
Tally giggled with amusement at his bemused and laughed along with him. "Oi" She heard him exclaim as she bounded off him. She really liked his accent. It was funny and different. It just made it all the more interesting. She watched him spin around, and wondered for a brief moment if he was going to attack. Then she brushed it off. No, he wouldn't attack someone this cute and adorable would he? Then her attention shifted to the case as he brought it forward. She bounced on her toes, eager to see what was inside. The anticipation grew as he rummaged through it, and it seemed to her like he was taking his sweet old time. Her mind ran through a couple dozen possibilities, but none of them were what actually appeared.
She let out a loud, high-pitched squeal as the puppets were brought into view. She bounced even higher now as she clapped her hands in delight. Puppets! The silver one waved back and forth. "Hon, hon, hon! It vould be a pleazure to meet you, mademoiselle, if I were only not so buzy being, uh, how you zay, grumpy? Hon, hon, hon." She let out another squee and grabbed the Frenchmen, hugging him close to her chest, bringing her head down. She swayed side to side with happiness as she momentarily forgot there was a hand under the felt.
"Bonjour, monsiour Puppet, it's nice to meet you!" She broke from the hug and smiled at the puppet. Then she gave him a little boop on his felt nose. "Now why are you so grumpy? That's no fun." She pouted, thinking it was silly to not have any fun because you were grumpy. Heck, it was even silly to be grumpy. "You gotta smile, monsiour. You shouldn't be grumpy."
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