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[thorny]

Who: Hikari, Blues, and a very special guest.
What: Blues tracks down Hikari to try and vent his buttmad over her being herself on his eye loss post. They get interrupted.
Where: Some park I guess.
When: Afternoon of the fifteenth.

The capture of the Vermini several days ago has left Hikari somewhat restless - she's found it difficult to stay within the confines of her dorm unless absolutely necessary, taking to the streets of Locke to calm her mind in between schedule study sessions. This is one such trip, this time to take in the bucolic scenery of the park. She's dressed delicately, the maroon of her outfit pairing perfectly with the dark red parasol shielding her from the sun.

For the moment she doesn't seem intent on causing any emotion damage, and she certainly isn't aware of the people ebbing and flowing around her. This trip is simply to collect her thoughts, and it's these thoughts that she's utterly lost in.


[ooc; you can pick up in brackets or prose it really doesn't matter at all to me]

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i can't promise that i'll be able to stay prose or even remotely serious

[hopediesalone]

The past several days had been a weird adjustment for Blues. The past several days had also been filled with a convention and a lot of resentment for one horrible goth lolita girl that all senses of maturity told him he should just ignore.

Maturity and Raul Light had a very complicated relationship.

Still, his detective skills were as sharp as ever, and with a few well-placed questions and a string of inquiries he'd been able to build a trail to find this girl and tell her off.

To her face.

Because this is how rational people deal with things.

A new pair of wraparound shades sits over his eyes, blocking the light coming from them decently well. Aaaand there she is, passing by now. He'd been lucky to get here in time.

Without even lowering the newspaper he's reading, he clears his throat.

that's why i said you could go brackets tho...

[thorny]

Hikari faintly hears someone clearing their throat (faintly thinks they ought to look for a breath mint, it sounds incredibly phlegmy) and...continues walking. With the newspaper blocking his face she has no idea that it's Blues, and with her mind full of thoughts far more interesting than a disgruntled rent-a-cop she has no real reason to stop and investigate.

So on she walks, parasol bobbing up and down with each heeled step. What a lovely start for the dawn of a most righteous vengeance.

[hopediesalone]

Wow, not the reaction he expected. Let's try this again. Just before she gets past, he lowers a stick--about the right size, he thinks--smoothly down into her path, about to the height of the girl's midcalf, not even lowering the paper.

[thorny]

The stick brushes into her skirts before it really distorts her progress, prompting Hikari to come to a (slightly wobbly, though she'll never admit it) stop. She looks down at the obstacle with some bemusement before turning to seek out its source. Considering how stupid this is she has a fairly good idea of who could be hiding behind that newspaper.

"Are you attempting to be symbolic, or have I interrupted your attempt to prune public property?"

[hopediesalone]

He finally flicks the newspaper out of the way, tossing the stick behind him. His new wraparounds come off, and Hikari, suddenly there are two cold and glowing robotic eyes glaring at you.

Are those camera apertures in the pupils? Did they just narrow a little?

"Neither. I think we need to talk."

[thorny]

Against her wishes Hikari flinches at the sudden unnaturalness of those eyes, but even her involuntary movements are tightly controlled and it's difficult to notice without a keen eye. She brushes it off with a nonchalant shrug, tone light and breezy as she replies. "Congratulations on your brain not oozing out with your eyes! There was so little of it that I don't imagine you could afford to lose it."

A poisonously sweet smile accompanies the remark, hanging for a moment before Hikari sniffs lightly and begins to walk again. "But I'm afraid that I have better things to do than listen to you rave. Perhaps another time."