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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

[musubi]

Yeah, Tokyo. Isn't uncommon here. We can't help where we've been dumped.

[He sure wouldn't have picked a location like this if it had been up to him.]

[tickle_me]

Yeah, but you get stuck in any place long enough and it'll leave its mark. [Like Rock and Roanapur.]

[musubi]

You'd better hope not, since you're stuck here too now.

[tickle_me]

Like hell! I'm kissin' this shithole goodbye tomorrow at the latest.

[Oooooooh someone ain't done told her about the barrier yet.]

[musubi]

[Isamu laughs outright, but it isn't too mean spirited.]

Yeah, good luck with that. I'm sure the people who've been trying to get out for years can give you some pointers.

[tickle_me]

[Revy's not in the mood for a good giggle -- but then again she rarely is. Especially when it's at her own expense.]

Fuck you!

[She slams the cabinet door shut and whirls around, pointing an indignant finger at him.]

Maybe you're too scared of skeeters to go out into your own backyard, city slicker, but I have no problem hoofin' it if I have to.

[Revy, you're from goddamn Manhattan and you live in Roanapur. You really shouldn't be knockin' Isamu for being an urban kid.]

[musubi]

[He stifles the laughter, but still has a nice large smirk in place for her.]

So which is it? Are city folk or country folk better? Because you're confusing me.

[tickle_me]

Tch. I don't have time for this.

[Maybe if Revy had been a little less hungover (or if she had found her damn guns) she might have considered questioning Isamu about previous escape attempts from the enclosure. Right now, though, he's getting on her nerves, and if Revy can't shoot him to shut him up, she can at least get away from him. So she marches over and brushes past him in the entrance.]

Thanks for nothing, Paperboy.

[Blame the nickname on the hat.]

[musubi]

[See, this is why he doesn't wear the hat as much anymore. :T]

Good luck out there, beautiful.