01 // Action/Accidental Voice

[strayfag]

--frozen goods worth more than a lousy gunshot wound. [That sound would be a high-pitched plaintive whine.] I don't want to be a prostitute. I'm allergic to STDs.

[Admittedly, this isn't the first time Badou's woken up half-naked on some unknown alleyway. In fact, the alley's much cleaner than he remembers it, and this time he's 100% sure he still

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[cookingninja]

[Ayumu was on her way to the store to get something for dinner, but the sudden appearance of a half-naked one-eyed redhead kind of put a halt to that activity. He's pretty clearly a New Feather, so it's probably understandable, and he's fortunate to have ended up in town rather than in the middle of the forest... but still, she halts as he appears in the mouth of the alley, blinking in surprise.]

A... what?

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[strayfag]

You know... smokes? [He mimes the gesture, but his hands are shaking from the cold. Hypothermia might also be a concern.]

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[cookingninja]

[Another blink.]

Smoke... like a fire? You do look cold. Here, this way, the shops aren't far. You should get inside.

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[strayfag]

O-ok. Yeah, that works. [Well, if he's gotta follow anyone, it might as well be some lady he's never met. The other option is freeze to death.]

This is gonna sound w-weird but - where are we?

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[threeswordsoul]

[Zoro happens to be walking by said alley-way when Badou stumbles out of it. He raises an eyebrow at the clearly-a-New-Feather's first question.]

...No. [...] You ask about that before clothes?

[Or 'where am I' or whatever, but really, it's pretty cold, so. Zoro himself is wearing a thick winter coat and boots.]

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[strayfag]

[Sad puppy face. He could really use something to warm him up... and clothes would also work. Wrapping his arms around himself, not so much. He's started to shiver and he's pretty sure numb extremities aren't a good thing.] Are clothes an option? Free clothes? Because I kinda... misplaced... [He glances back at the alley. How do you even begin to explain that?]

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[threeswordsoul]

[Zoro looks at him, eyebrow still raised. He's not a guy very sympathetic toward strangers, but he was returned from a kidnapping about a week ago, himself. In similarly less-than-ideal garb. When it was snowing. He's kind of feeling an empathetic chill. So after a moment he shrugs.]

There's a free clothes shop for new people. Might even have some of your own stuff.

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[strayfag]

[Colour him surprised. He might question all of this if he wasn't in desperate need, but even being inside would be an improvement.] Seriously? [He brightens a little at the prospect.] For a guy who dyes his eyebrows green, you're alright.

[He'll just be -- oh wait.]

So w-which way is it?

[manmade_angel]

[Nill waiting around for people to show up? UNHEARD OF.]

[Now that it isn't just her in the bare apartment, Nill obviously needs more groceries, to cook more food with, to guilt Haine into eating something. She knew he was upset (and honestly she couldn't say she'd ever seen him eat something), but eating even a little bit would make him feel better, wouldn't it?]

[She managed to find a small toy wagon in the item shop, and is using that to cart home the groceries as well as a cushion (she hasn't had the heart to bother Haine about getting a couch or a chair). The cushion has fallen off for the fourth time, and Nill notices the shock of red hair as she's putting it back on. Red hair had a tendency to stand out in cold weather.]

[As quickly as she can without tipping the wagon over, she walks towards Badou, the wagon wheels announcing her approach.]

[strayfag]

[Badou is never taking warmth for granted again. Never. He's managed to find his usual clothes and, after a long string of curses and some partially torn seams, negotiate his way into them, wings and all. Now that he's warm again he's very painfully aware of how tender the new wings are, even in comparison to the rest of him. The gunshot wound is healed, but it'd be easier to find an inch of skin that isn't battered and bruised. He could really use a smoke.

He doubles back the way he came, since it's as good a choice as any. The guy at the store wasn't too interested in twenty questions on account of retail having sucked out his soul already, but the area doesn't look too dangerous so he might as well dig around. He's just retrieved an odd little computer thing and returned to the mouth of the alley when he hears the sound of wheels approaching.] Nill? [He jogs a couple of steps to meet her.] Man, I'm glad you're alright. What are you doing here?

[The contents of the wagon make that obvious, at least from one standpoint.] Looks like

[manmade_angel]

[Badou doesn't look much happier than Haine did, but Nill is at least glad to see that he's managed to find clothes and pick up his journal. It was hard enough explaining to Haine that he didn't have to pay for anything and that his regular clothes were somewhere in the piles.]

[She nods in response to his question and holds up four fingers--she's been here four days. By his comment about being late, Nill gleans that Badou has only just woken up. No doubt he'll want to know what's going on, and Haine can explain better than she can. At least, without just opening Badou's journal and pointing to the long article for new people.]

[So she takes his hand and starts pulling him (and the wagon) back towards the apartment she and Haine share.]

[strayfag]

[Four days. There's no way he was passed out in the snow that long, but he figures between them they've already got more questions than answers so there's no point in grilling her.

The tug on his hand is more than enough to tell him Nill has something important to show him, and since that's a pretty short list he's going to assume it's someone they know. He doesn't think she plans to eat all of this herself anyway.]

I'm coming, just a sec. [He drops the journal into one of the grocery bags before pulling it out of the wagon. Then, after untangling his hand from hers, he takes the cushion off the top as well. Can't have Nill becoming a muscle-bound tranny too.] Don't suppose you saw any smokes while you were shopping?

[Action] /late but I love Badou so much <3

[spade_of_fire]

[Here, have this guy wandering down the street like a bum.]

A light? [He grins a little.] Yeah. [He turns to point down to one of the shops.] I think they have cigarettes in there. [Wait, no... He looks at a different one.] Or was it there...?

[Action] FASHIONABLY LATE <333

[strayfag]

[What a coincidence! Badou is hanging around like a significantly colder bum. Ice bum? Whatever man, he's cold and he's got priorities. He brightens at the prospect of smokes, turning excitedly in the direction Ace is pointing... and again.. What. How could someone forget information like this?!]

Make up your mind man. [He'll just try grabbing Ace by the shoulders to underscore the seriousness of the situation. Serious whisper or the onset of pneumonia? YOU DECIDE.] This is a matter of life and death.

[Action] EXACTLY <333

[spade_of_fire]

[Ace blinks at him a couple times, finally noticing the newfeather outfit. Then he scratches his head, looking around the street. He takes off his coat and gives it to Badou. The cold doesn't effect him that much, anyway.]

This one, I think. [He starts walking to the first one he pointed at. It's the clothing store, so it's obviously not the right one.]

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[strayfag]

...Thanks. [Waaaarmth. Badou pulls the coat on feeling less and less manly by the second. (But also less and less cold.) They will never speak of this again. Does everyone and their grandma have broader shoulders than him?]

[He shuffles after Ace, and realizes pretty quickly this is not a smart move.]

No offense bro, but that doesn't look like the right place.