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[tickle_me]

[Action - Locked to Logan]

[Under normal circumstances, Revy might (...miiiiiiight) have taken half a second to think through the consequences of being less-than-delicate with the new appendages attached to her back. But these aren't normal circumstances, no sir -- these are Revy-challenged-Rock-to-another-drinking-contest-and-lost-miserably-thus-waking-up-feeling-like-a-team-of-mini-Sawyers-was-running-around-chainsawing-her-grey-matter circumstances.

As a result, wherever Logan might be in the village, he might hear a loud and resounding -- ]

-- AAAAUUGH! JESUS FUCK!

[ -- before a burgundy-haired girl in a white New Feather dress collapses gracelessly to the ground somewhere within Logan's field of vision, curled into a pathetic ball of bad feels. You're a superhero, aren't ya, tough guy? Do your superhero thing and go save this damsel in distress or something.]

***

[Action - Open to everyone]

[To be honest, Revy kinda wishes she could just lie around for the rest of the day somewhere, but survival instinct overrules it. Not only is she completely unfamiliar with this place, but some goddamn motherfucker took her fucking cutlasses. If she's going to let her guard down for even a tiny bit here, she needs to at least arm herself first. And then proceed to track down the asshole who stole her guns and kill him.

Unfortunately, she's going to be very disappointed once she gets to the weapons shop and realizes that it's pretty much all sharp pointy things as opposed to shooty killy things.]

Don't ya guys have any guns around here?

[She isn't Chinglish Gal, dammit!

Later, Revy goes to the clothing shop, looking for something to replace her shitty welcome dress with. She may possibly smell of vomit and alcohol. Feel free to tell her if it's bothering you, since she'll gladly move out of your way if you do. Ha! Who am I kidding? She'll just tell you to fuck off. It's precisely this attitude that's needed to brighten up such an overcast day, right?

At any point before or after these visits, Revy can be found dragging herself through Luceti's streets trying to get to her destination. She's trying her best not to look miserable, but it's not hard to tell she's feeling like crap. Maybe you saw her trip over something in the road (or nothing at all, really), maybe she's leaning against something for temporary support, or maybe it's just obvious from her expression that she's kiiiinda a Grumpy Gretel right now. Approach to assist at your own risk.]

Comments

[tickle_me]

[Revy certainly notices the strong grip on her wrist, but she's too aggravated at the moment to care too much.]

The fuck d'you mean, it ain't on any map? This some kinda hippie commune or something?

[Because Logan totes looks like a hippie, amirite.]

[tickle_me]

Yeah? And how long did that take ya?

action;

[tickle_me]

Fuckin' A!

[Aaaand there's a swift steel-toed kick to the nearby wall. Revy is the most mature young lady, if it isn't already obvious.]

[swordprincess]

Only a day.

[jerkofalltrades]

[ It's easy for him to recognize that she's about to attack. It's the sort of instinct one animal develops to tell when another is going to try something. Instead of moving out of the way Nicolas catches her fist in his hand and squeezes down before attempting to twist it around. And then of course there's the smirk that says 'though you were being quick, didn't you?'. ]

[musubi]

Comedic gold. It won't help you find what you want, though.

[He glances around.]

If you owned guns before you arrived, I'd think they'd be here somewhere.

[tickle_me]

[Revy considers this information. A day...she didn't want to be stuck in this place any longer than she needed to, but given how shitty she felt at the moment she'd definitely be here overnight. Fine, then, one more day at the least.

(This is a fuckin' weird place.)]

I see.

[

She turns and heads for the exit of the shop, waving a hand in farewell.]

Thanks for the help, chica. Have fun with your butter knives.

[tickle_me]

[Nic may or may not be surprised to find Revy smirking back at him. Not only has she been wanting to pummel someone ever since she woke up here, but she thinks she can smell the blood in his smile -- he's some sort of kindred soul, isn't he, even in this backwater shithole. It doesn't change the fact that she's pissed as hell about every-fuckin'-thing right now, but she at least figures he can put up a good fight before he goes down. Maybe then she can stop feeling so damn edgy.

As soon as Revy's punch is blocked, she attempts to nail Nic in the crotch (or, barring that, his gut) with a steel-toed kick. She's no kung fu master, but she's capable enough barehanded. What she lacks in skill, she makes up for in pure bloodlust.]

[tickle_me]

No shit, Sherlock, that's why I'm here. [She shakes her head.] What's the fuckin' point of taking our shit if we're just gonna get it back later?

[snikting]

[He's dirty enough to be a hippie.]

Think prison camp. But ya ain't too far off.

[jerkofalltrades]

[ He shifts his body weight to take the hit to his hip instead of his crotch and grunts his annoyance. This is another reason why he hates women, why he hates fighting women. They pull shit like this because they can. Any semblence of pity he had for her after smelling the vomit on her evaporates. So he pulls on Revy's arm since he already has her in his grip and kicks at her knee.

His own technique is rough, the sort of thing learned in a patchwork street education with just enough to hint at possible military instruction. But not much. ]

[tickle_me]

[Prison camp?! What the fuck? Did the feds do a raid on Roanapur or something? What happened to Rock and Dutch and Benny?]

Whose prison is this, then? Uncle Sam's?

[tickle_me]

[Nic's kick actually manages to completely knock Revy's leg out from under her. Down she goes!

...but not without grabbing at Nic's clothes in an attempt to drag him down with her.]

[jerkofalltrades]

[ At first Nicolas thinks he can just brace himself and avoid being dragged down. Unfortunately Revy messed up his center gravity and pulled him down with her. The icing on the cake was hearing his shirt. Shit. Worick was going to bitch about this.

Sup Revy hope you don't mind getting up close and personal with this pillar of the community. ]

[musubi]

What's the point of any of this? Our convenience isn't always the first thing on our captors' minds.

You're lucky your stuff has a chance of being here at all.

[Action]

[daisy023]

[As Revy drags herself through the streets, a girl seven feet tall with an athletic build and a red jumpsuit with the insignia of a Chief Petty Officer watches from her side to realize she was a newcomer. She overhears a can of thrash being kicked either by anger or by accident, and she approaches, but with eyes showing a different kind of exhaustion -- more emotional than physical, judging by her build.

Of things of note, there is a massive claymore on her back, and a pistol resting on a holster on her right thigh is not of any known model in Revy's era. Too big to be even wielded by normal humans.]

Do you need help?

[mrdatastorage]

[Hearing the commotion, Worick heads to the door with his gun in hand, just in case, and isn't terribly shocked to see his partner duking it out in front of their place. He is a little surprised that the one he's stuck in a brawl with is a clearly boozed up Asian woman. They're both in a somewhat awkward position, with Nic laying on top of the angry looking woman. Worick grins and squats down near the entrance a few feet away from them, not yet noticing the torn shirt due to his angle of observation. Good opportunities are a terrible thing to waste.]

Hey, Nic. I thought you didn't like women.

[snikting]

It ain't American. It ain't even Earth. [He'll let her wrist go. For now.] Yer gonna think I'm several kinds of crazy fer sayin' it, but this ain't even our universe.

action;

[dadlyinstinct]

[The poor wall.]

I suppose you're into sharpshooting more than wood cutting?

[tickle_me]

If you're not going to help me, then shut the hell up before I decide to sew your mouth shut with a katana.

[Revy, sweetie, that's not how you ask for help. For that matter, that's not how katanas work.]

action;

[tickle_me]

Hell yeah. It's my goddamn job.

[Save for the time she was in prison, Revy's rarely been without a firearm ever since she picked up her first one and committed her first murder with it. Walking around unarmed is making her more nervous than she's willing to admit to herself. Blades are better than nothing, to be sure, but while she's competent enough with one, she's far from being on Shenhua's level.]

Fuckers took my cutlasses, dammit. I just had 'em fixed, too!

[tickle_me]

[Revy yanks her arm from Logan's hand (if he'll let her, anyway). Not surprisingly, she thinks Logan is fuller of shit than a stopped toilet.]

Oh really. Am I in Oz then, munchkin? Gonna have to go kill some Wicked Witch and click my ruby slippers to get home?

[Briefly, she wonders if she's having a Leigharch-level hallucination right now. That would explain a lot of things. Maybe.]

[tickle_me]

[Sorry, are you saying something, Worick? 'Cause Revy's too busy trying to elbow Nic off herself. She'll probably catch Nic in the ribs or elsewhere in the torso if a hit connects.]

[Action]

[tickle_me]

[Revy glances up at the voice...and up. Jesus, lady, how much milk did you have to drink to get that tall? But Revy can't sustain any semblance of eye contact when it still feels like the barest scrap of sunlight will send needles into her brain via the Vitreous Express, so she soon drops her head...and that's when she notices Daisy's pistol.]

Yeah. Where can I get me an elephant killer like yours?

[Because hooooly christ.]

[musubi]

That would be a real feat right there.

[He doesn't seem much bothered by the threat regardless.]

What can I do to help? Seeing as making your weapons appear out of thin air is beyond me.