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007. action. mostly open!

[ Skyler has been out and about for a great deal of time during this Christmas holiday! Let us count the ways: ]

[ Option A: Oh Shit Let's Be Santa; or, Christmas shopping with his kid sister ]

[ THIS PROMPT IS WIDE OPEN CONTEXTUALLY! On the day of the 21st, Skyler will be walking around local shopping centers and the mall with a very cheery looking little girl, her jingle bell earrings tinkling as she turns her head and points at the next store she wants to go to, and the next, and the next. Skyler himself looks pretty harried, but allows himself to get pulled every which way, his arms slowly getting loaded down with shopping bags.

Catch him between trips resting on a bench while she traipses through the local Claire's clone, or intervene somewhere before or after he gets dragged into Build-a-Bear. IT'S UP TO YOU. THE SKY'S THE LIMIT. Hey, that stray Echo your character may get upon looking at him face to face might be enough, right? ]

[ /Option A: Oh Shit Let's Be Santa; or, Christmas shopping with his kid sister ]

[ Option B: Oh Shit Let's Be Santa mk II; or, Christmas shopping on his lonesies ]

[ The same as the above, but with no kid sister and totally available between the 21st through the 23rd. He will be keeping much more to himself and sticks mostly to department stores, checking his phone or brushing past in an aisle or standing in line at a register, not really looking anyone in the eye, but the Echo trigger may still apply! ]

[ /Option B: Oh Shit Let's Be Santa mk II; or, Christmas shopping on his lonesies ]

[ Option C: Blood Key Off Duty: haha duty ]

[ This Blood Key is sitting on a bench in the bohemian district, off duty and on his phone, but the sunglasses and the hoodie are a dead giveaway. He seems to be pretty distracted and not at all interested in your character... Advance or abscond? ]

[[ ooc: please note that i'd prefer to plan it in advance a little bit if your character wants to pick a fight! feel free to pm me or leave me an ooc message in the post so we can hash out the scenario really quick :) ]]

[ /Option C: Blood Key Off Duty: haha duty ]

[ Option D: Blood Key On Duty: YA GETTIN ROBBED SON ]

[ Oh, friend, why are you even here? They came in twos and threes and surrounded you faster than should really be possible. A guy in a dark grey hoodie and a metal pipe should be present, but he's not going to be the first one to talk. ]

[[ ooc: again, please note that i'd prefer to plan it in advance a little bit if your character wants to pick a fight! feel free to pm me or leave me an ooc message in the post so we can hash out the scenario really quick :) ]]

[ /Option D: Blood Key On Duty: YA GETTIN ROBBED SON ]

[ Option E: Blood Key On Duty: The One Where Skyler Tries To Rob a Girl [laugh track] (closed to blastiaobsessieanonymous) ]

[ Ever since the encounter with the girl with the purse, Skyler's been struggling to justify the fact that... holy shit, they're actually robbing people. People who probably don't deserve it. "Everyone else deserves it if they're on our turf" tends to be the general attitude among the Keys, but... Skyler tuts to himself as he rounds the corner and sees a lone figure wandering a little too close into Key territory. He doesn't exactly see eye to eye with the Keys, but he's not about to blow his own cover either. He's going along with it. It's a struggle, but he'll get used to it, he thinks.

Which is why he goes alone to tap her on the shoulder with his pipe. He pushes a little roughly, but it's mostly just to get her attention. He coughs a little and prepares to adopt a deeper voice that he's been using for these encounters. Mostly, he's depending on his appearance to make his intentions clear. The shades and bandanna over his mouth should make it pretty obvious, right? ]

[ /Option E: Blood Key On Duty: The One Where Skyler Tries To Rob a Girl [laugh track] (closed) ]

[[ ooc: Please note that if your character interacts with Skyler in any of these options, they will gain one echo if they haven't gotten a Blood Key echo yet! ]]

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... Oh. One of you.

[Rita turns around to face the so-far anonymous member of the gang.]

Lemme guess. A stick-up.

Edited 2013-12-28 07:20 (UTC)

[ ... great. He sighs a little through his nose, and growls a little in his lower register. ]

... Uh, yeah? What, were you looking for a fight? [ -- Aw, shit. If she says yes, she's either a) insane or b) from the network. Augh. They've gotten general warnings through the other squads about the stronger people, but no one's ever confirmed anything. That's generally how Hellbird likes it. But what to do if he actually encounters one... ]

... And you're alone.

[And then Britany Ruff spins around with a rapid punch, jumping back.]

Idiot.

[ Skyler simply steps back, his new reflexes serving him well. Since she punched and jumped back at the same time, the punch flies harmlessly between them. He makes a small sound of impatience. She's really going to do this? Alone? Oh, god, what a moron. ]

Look, I'm the one with the pipe, and I'm a little stronger than you think I am. Trust me, you're not gonna win this. Pick a fight with someone else, would you?

Edited 2013-12-28 08:43 (UTC)

A pipe, huh?

Good thing I've got a couple tricks of my own. Like knowing there's nothing watching us here.

[ ... Skyler's pretty sure he knows what she means. However, he also knows he's acting as someone who has absolutely no idea what she means. So. He shakes his head slightly and bobs it forward, raising a hand in a gesture that clearly means, "... So?" ]

Edited 2013-12-28 08:58 (UTC)

[She's in the local department store herself on the lookout for a few final gifts, for her doubles' partner and a last gift for her dad.

She's also not paying attention to much of where she's going, distracted by a display of jewelry. She pulls herself away from the cute earrings--Christmas is coming, after all--just in time to smack right into some poor guy on his phone.]

Woah, sorry!

[She juggles around the clothes in her arm to grab at him, trying to make sure she hasn't sent him flying.

At which point she notices his phone, and any concern takes on a level of unimpressed drawl.]

You always walk around with your cell phone out?

[ No, he hadn't exactly been looking where he was going, but to him, he had just looked down at his phone for just a second - just a second! - before his world was engulfed flying clothes and... the hand of a girl? He keeps a firm hold on his phone, fortunately - thank god for cyborg reflexes - and even manages to hang on to her arm in return. Phew, he's a bit heavier than he looks, isn't he?

He blinks for a moment - check, checking for the brown contacts in his eyes, good - before noticing her sudden change in tone. Oh... yeesh. He rolls his eyes, but stuffs his phone in his pocket. ]

Every day, specifically hoping to run right into you. You ok? [ sassy or not, she's still a girl, and he's still not too willing to harm a girl, ever. ]

......Shit.

[ Goddammit, you've got to be fucking kidding. Jake stops in his tracks as soon as he notices them closing in around him. He eyes them, especially those behind, trying to gauge his chances of breaking away and running. One versus this many isn't exactly a hard bet to make, but he glares at them anyway, both in warning and in asking "What?" ]

[It's usually not such a long walk to get to his car from work in downtown Locke City, but he's been parking outside the lot lately, partly because it's hard to get any exercise at a desk job, but partly because he just likes walking around some.]

[He's not aware he's taken a wrong turn into gang territory until he looks up and notices they're all around him. A spike of fear jams its way into his heart, but also awakened is a sense that he can deal with a situation like this. He's a genius, right?]

[He clears his throat and drawls at whoever seems the closest.] So, is it true you guys have robot parts?

[ Poor old... this guy gets four attackers: a chick in a yellow jacket with a box cutter and some pretty nice kicks, another girl, taller with broader shoulders with a red scarf over her nose along with her shades and black hoodie, a shorter, buffer guy in a blue hoodie already wrapping chains around his fists, and Skyler in his hoodie, naturally. The tall girl with the red bandanna takes the lead, rolling her neck and giving her fingers a good crack. ]

Nice day for a short cut, huh? [ Her voice drops a bit as her arms fall to her sides, her fingers already curling into fists. ] Wallet, now. Empty your pockets, take off your rings.

[ Oh... even from afar, this guy seemed like an easy target. None of them are sure if this guy is confident or just stupid, but Skyler suspects that the reason should be obvious enough soon.

The guy he gestures to is a burly guy in a green sweater, who just stares at him. The other two individuals, a girl with blond hair and a red crowbar and a guy with orange Nikes look at each other and sigh. Heavily. Skyler, for his part, rolls his eyes under his sunglasses. Oh, god damn it, another network guy?

Eventually, the blonde girl chimes in with an answer. ]

None of your business, shrimp dick. Just hand over your shit and no one gets hurt, ok?

[Oh, the dick jokes. Racist much? Anyhow, he curls his hand around the weird cell phone gun in his pocket... He's taken to carrying it around with him all the time for reasons he can't quite understand himself. But hey, it might be good enough to spook these kids, right?]

Oh, so you do, then? Better watch out, kids, I'm a medical robotics engineer, and untested weird-ass robotic implants can give you some skynet problems down the road. Not to mention graft vs host and all that jazz.

[He switches his hips and brings his left hand to his face in a thoughtful pose.]

I guess the real problem for you guys would be that your joints aren't set up to take the load. That's what I always worry about when I consider larger-scale bionic replacements... You guys haven't had any arthritis, right?

[He points at the green guy, then glances at the girl.]

Oh right, the mugging. I don't have much, y'know.

[She's just glad to see the dress over her arm isn't going on the floor. That'd be really depressing. The sweater for her dad, well, she just wouldn't tell. Her nearly superhuman strength makes her a lot more muscular than she looks in her letter jacket, and her grip is firm, laced with tennis callouses, before she pulls back.

She grins as she does, looking smug.]

I knew it! Next time you should try brushing your hair instead of putting yourself in my way. [She reaches up to brush off her sleeve.] I'm fine. You?

[She bends down suddenly to snag the fallen sweater and tuck it over her shoulder.]

[ Four against one, most of them armed. Not looking good. On the plus side, unless Red over here is secretly packing, it doesn't look like any of them have guns. And two of them are girls. This would have been no contest had it been four guys like Big Blue, but with two girls and one average-looking teenager? There's actually a pretty good chance he could break through them and get the hell out of here. ...Of course, he doesn't like the thought of hitting a girl, even one that was mugging him or holding a knife.

He looks at the least threatening of them all, who's oddly enough the leader, and frowns like she said something completely off. ]

I seriously look like I got money to you? Come on.

[ He did. Unfortunately. He just got paid this week so of course he did. Which is exactly why the logic of his safety being more important than money wasn't sinking in all the way at the moment. It was easy to say that when it wasn't your paycheck you were giving up. But hey, they don't know that. Maybe he could trick her. Maybe. ...God, next time he goes out, he's dressing like a hobo. ]

[Cue the Jaws theme, because he's advancing on that guy from the last store awfully fast. A little unnaturally fast, in fact, but the teeming population of the mall doesn't pay it any mind. Normally he'd exercise more discretion himself, but right now, Suzaku Kururugi is on a mission.

A very important mission.

So when he catches up to the guy, he practically clouts him with a bag. What is finesse, he needs no finesse. Who said helping anybody needed to be gentle, honestly? Because he never got that memo]

You left this on the counter.

[Yes, he followed some guy halfway across the mall expressly to smack him with his own Christmas presents. Or that's what he'll assume the contents of the bag are for, but it's not really his business]

[ Well, that's a view.

He knows what a Blood Key looks like, at this point. It could be unintentional, but one never knows, and for a moment he's not sure which to go with. Still, it's about time he does something, and perhaps he could... do something? Or get something out of it.

Honestly, he doesn't know, but talking seems to be all he can do. ]

Nice get-up.

[As Rita begins to speak, the gem on her collar begins to glow.]

So that means if I kick your ass, I can prove the Blood Keys aren't invincible without completely screwing over your reputation. Win-win.

Oh, by the way, fireball.

[And then her hand flies out, launching three small burning orbs at Skyler.]

[ ... During this monologue, Skyler has to grasp the pipe in his hand ~~firmly~~ to keep himself from clapping both hands to his face. Dude. No. This is not how you act during a stick-up with the Keys. He is not stuck in a 1950s comic book with unlimited speech bubbles. Why is this happening?

... And the worst part is that what he understands out of what the guy says is enough to make him... A little uneasy, maybe? Weird. He looks down at his hand, almost by reflex, and catches orange Nikes rolling his wrists around. Oh, come on. He tries to shake himself out of it.

Green sweater is a little quicker on the uptake, and steps in, taking his hands out of his pockets. He's got a pair of steel knuckles clenched between his fingers. ]

... Even if that's true, we got the jump on you and no one gets arthritis that fast. Empty your pockets, asshole.

Edited (html more like htmHELL) 2013-12-28 18:27 (UTC)

[ ... That's... quite a grip for someone her size. As they both gather themselves together, he gives her a good onceover. Weird. Was that just his imagination? After all, she looks kind of... tiny.

-- Aw, shit, she thought - oh well. He considers rolling with the assumption, but hey, he still has more shopping to do and no idea who this chick is. ]

Trust me, this -- [ He points at his spikes ] -- lies down for no man. I'm good. Almost ran you over, though. [ ... He does feel a little bad about that. When he notices her hauling the sweater back up and over her shoulder, he adds, while taking a small look around. ] You didn't drop anything else, right?

Edited (borrows a d from the d-fest down there) 2013-12-28 18:35 (UTC)

[ Red Bandana sighs, then jerks her head at Blue Hoodie in a signal to come forward. ] Rocko, could you..?

[ Blue Hoodie finishes his chains and makes a show of rolling his shoulders as he walks forward, slowly. This is clearly an act to get his attention. ]

You don't look like you got nothing. Just turn 'em out. We ain't gonna ask again.

[ Skyler's already done, done, done - he actually had enough to get Ari a little something more, which was a nice change from the years that he didn't take a summer job. Looks like it's something he's going to do more than once? It certainly feels worth it.

However, due to a whirlwind of last minute shoppers banging right into him, one thing has led to another and he completely forgot the bag with her present on the counter. He's a bit scatterbrained, but it would have taken a lot more than simple carelessness for him to forget a present for Ari.

Which is why he basically gets beaned by the bag. Robot reflexes or not, a sudden gesture like that requires that you saw it coming. He stumbles, then grabs at the bag, looking around wildly until his eyes zero in on the perpetrator (literally - he does have his brown contacts in, but the lock-on feature built into his eyes are still perfectly usable). He raises his eyebrows at his explanation. What in the fuck? ]

Ok, don't punch me with my shit, asshole. What are you, stupid?

[L is exhausted from a difficult day working at Espresso Yourself! No matter how patient others are with him, he is well aware that he's not a particularly good hire from an efficiency or customer service perspective, and his tips for the day are a whopping $.45 and a button. They are in his pocket as he walks home around 11:00 PM, along with an ancient, cracked iPhone that has two numbers programmed into it. They are labeled "Psych" and "Coffee."

As is often the case, L looks spacey and like he's off in his own world, rather than particularly attentive to his surroundings. His blue raincoat is shabby, his hair is uncombed despite the fact that he just came from work, and he shuffles along like someone who is so used to going unnoticed that he takes it utterly for granted.

It's a bad night to take that for granted.

He's heard about people getting ambushed by Blood Keys, but for some reason, he never considered it a viable possibility for him, personally.

He takes a step back.]

[Suzaku, for his part, is completely unfazed. Or rather, that is exactly the kind of response he expects from people. He can get along with kids and some girls apparently, but everyone else? Probably not.

This is what happens when one overcompensates for doing something nice by being as rude about it as possible. But this is Suzaku and his cares evidently aren't invested in this area, which any set of eyes are liable to see just fine]

Says the guy who bought something and left it sitting there. Someone could've just taken it and left.

[People do worse on the holidays, sad as it is]

[ He could be forgiven in having some doubts about the uniform - after all, shades and a hoodie aren't exactly an uncommon sight - but night is falling and his shades are firmly on his nose. Either he's a Key or he's plain forgotten that they're there. He looks up at the sudden remark, then pauses, sizing the old man up a bit. What...?

He sighs, then coughs, adopting a lower chest voice he's been using for these encounters. It comes pretty naturally now, after three weeks of almost constant afternoon and evening practice. ]

Yeah, thanks. Happy Halloween. [ He waves his fingers in a mocking celebratory gesture before returning them (and his attention) to his phone. ] You want me to fuck you up, old man?

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