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'Borrowing' Morality; Alana and Mercutio; Graded
Topic Started: Jan 31 2017, 11:37 PM (576 Views)
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She wasn’t quite sure what had drawn her to Japan, but why did it matter? She wasn’t under anybody’s orders but her own whims.

“Hm-m-m.~” She trilled in deep thought as she exited Osaka’s airport, clutching at the only bag of belongings she had to her name. Alana, or as she preferred to be known, Ignacia, didn’t have much. All she carried was a simple black messenger bag, inside which were the clothes she had brought with her, the small amount of money remaining from the orphanage ‘leaving allowance’, a couple of sketchpads and her pencils, with a few other oddment-like art supplies. She had faced a good deal of hassle in customs due to her tubes of paint, but had eventually been allowed to keep them when they were sealed in plastic bags. Airports baffled her, in all honesty. In her time travelling, she mostly took ferries and boats, or long coach trips to various places. That being said, the UK was reasonably small, and didn’t require plane trips. When she flew from Northern Ireland to the south of France, that was the first time she had ever been on an airplane. And her stomach hadn’t been too happy about the experience.

And of all places in Japan, why had she chosen Osaka? Even she knew that Tokyo was the capital of the country. She had at least paid attention to basic Geography in school. But, from what she remembered of research she had done, Osaka was perhaps one of the prettiest cities in Japan. Especially at this time of year, in Spring, when the cherry blossoms were blooming in their thousands, and the huge networks of rivers were lit with beautiful lanterns at night time. She couldn’t think of anywhere better to go and sketch, enjoy the beauty of nature, and mingle in the throngs of people that the city proper boasted! Indeed, Osaka had one of the highest populations within Japan. That, and it was considered to be one of its economic hubs.

Plenty of wealthy people to ‘borrow’ from.

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t tried to make an honest living. But in terms of trade, she was somewhat limited. All she could really do that people would pay money for was her artwork, and her name wasn’t well-known whatsoever. It was typical. People seemed more bothered by the names signed at the bottom of a painting than the work itself, oftentimes. She had managed to sell the remainder of her paintings in the south of France before she set off on another plane, but it was awful money considering how many hours she had put into perfecting the artwork. The cheek of it! Simply remembering this series of memories had her puffing out her cheeks in disgust as she walked, her clear blue eyes slowly turning a deep crimson shade to match her irritation. And, similarly, her hair started to match, with hues of burnt orange also. It certainly made people start staring, as it often did, but she didn’t pay attention. Instead, she worked her way from the airport towards… well, the city itself. She was currently on the outskirts, and wandering through windy pedestrian pathways clogged with sakura trees. As she wandered along, a slight breeze picked up and loosened a great deal of powdered pink petals from above, gusting them into her path and startling her briefly. A soft giggle left her lips as she paused, smiling and holding a hand out to gentle cradle a few fallen petals in her palm. Her previous irritation literally melted, and her eyes glowed a warm golden hue, and her hair matched this hue perfectly.

‘I could just set up here… paint the landscape and all. It’s pretty beautiful.’ She mused inwardly, watching as the petals were blown from her outstretched palm and turning to look at the area around the footpath she found herself on. To her side, a wonderful river was tugged by an invisible yet strong current. And of course, the sakura trees lined both the other side of the river, and each side of the pathway she was walking down before she paused. After pondering this notion for a short while, she ended up shaking her head and moving on once more. ‘Before that, I need cold, hard cash.’ She reminded herself, patting her messenger bag which was very scarce on painting and art supplies. She could earn an honest buck after being… well, less than honest.

It was only the circle of life.

It didn’t take her too much longer to reach Osaka proper, and she was momentarily stunned by the view that met her. Even after growing up in large cities, such as Glasgow, Cardiff, and then Belfast, she had never seen anything like this. Japan really was something else. She should have guessed as much from the pictures she had seen, but nothing could have prepared her for the real deal. Suddenly, she felt even smaller than usual as she made her way through the big city, looking this way and that at the various spectacles that awaited her. Towering skyscrapers at every corner, a huge city centre in which huge electronic billboards were lit up, advertising all sorts of things in a language she didn’t understand. Damn, that’s right! She couldn’t speak a word of Japanese! At least she could blunder her way through in France, because she had learned some French at school. How was she going to swindle people without being able to talk to them?! ‘Looks like I’ll be doing some good ol’ fashioned pick-pocketing.’ She concluded with a small nod, scanning potential targets in the crowds of people around her.

The good thing about being in a big city was that nobody paid any attention whatsoever to what was happening around them. They all kept their heads down, focused on their own business, and had their face buried in their various brands of smart phone like zombies. It gave this lithe little blonde the chance to be very sneaky indeed. She headed straight for Osaka’s city centre, weaving through the mass of bodies that approached her and holding one hand over her own bag. Force of habit. Slowly but surely, she worked her way through the crowd, discretely snatching the odd wallet from a passer-by. With deft fingers, she plopped these wallets in her messenger bag every time, hopefully without detection. She would have to assess the success of her plundering when she reached a quieter area, and hope that these people were big enough in business to have a good amount of cash in their wallets. Just as she was reaching a good rhythm, she stopped, just on the edge of the crowd she had been walking through. It felt like… someone was watching her? But how? She had been so careful…

With a barely audible curse, she hurried her pace and broke through the crowds, heading straight ahead for one of the streets up ahead to walk down and shake off this feeling that washed over her so suddenly. She must be imagining things. There was no way… she was too practised.
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Mercutio never let too much draw his attention away from the task at hand, he was quite diligent when it came to his work; but after scouring from U.A to Tokyo, and finding nothing, not a single trace nor note reminiscent of Mia's energy, he seemed a bit in a rut. The contemplation became obsessive and the thoughts began to run together in a near self-induced state of pseudo-schizophrenia as voices filled his head. Failure for months now had been sinking deep under his skin. He found himself in Osaka to hide his shame and failures from those who looked to him for leadership; and currently, Mercutio felt less than human, let alone a man. The state of depression was something he had never felt before in his life time and it only could only continue to compound on top of itself. Each brick began to block him in until the final brick was to be placed, and the name inscribed on it was written in blood and spelt, Ana...

Mercutio couldn't understand who he really was, maybe all of the damage done to his brain wasn't all completely removed of the injuries he sustained. Was he who he really thought he was or was their more to the Demon then truly met even the Beast's eyes. After everything he had dealt with in life, he thought he would at least escape from the pain if he made himself a beast, but even now he suffers. It was a torment like no other, and Mercutio was absent mind of his escape until the vibrant art cascaded over him and a darling girl passed him by.

She gave off the same feeling that the first bite of Captain Crunch with Berries tastes like when you first wake-n-bake in the morning. The color fluctuated like rainbow laser light shows from the 70's. A little rebel with fast hands and a soft voice, and she was living art.. hard not to like. Mercutio is well known to stick to his plans without hindrance or distraction, that is... unless it's art.

And she was living art.

Mercutio picked up his pace too match hers, a bit of crimson dusting under his feet, abusing his quirk to help him catch her. The Crimson Devil was intrigued, but as he got closer she pulled something that caught him off guard. Her gleaming blonde locks, to a green you'd see an artist use on fresh, clean canvas. The green was just as vibrant as her aura, but it seemed as though it was due to his presence. Did she notice him?

Time to break the ice.

"Don't worry, you have fast hands. I just have good eyes. Osaka isn't really a place to go to find wealth on the street. Try the business district of Japan." he cooed, whispering in her ear, but being close enough attention to he body language. Assuming she'd make a jerking reaction, he would be ready to swivel around her when she was to attempt and face him.
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The last time she was aware of this feeling washing over her was when she was a child; a ruffian running around in the streets of Glasgow without any tact to get the job done. At that moment, she felt like a child all over again, like she had just been caught picking somebody’s pocket and was being watched. No reprimand came like it used to. Whoever had caught her was quick to shout, or lash out at her for being so stupid, such a horrid little cretin. No, this time was different. Whoever had been aware of what she was doing hadn’t made a sound, or any movement towards her whatsoever. She had been listening, straining to hear footsteps. If she looked around and appeared panicked, flustered, she would be a beacon of guilt. She wasn’t aware of her hair betraying her, pastel green spreading across it, with her eyes turning the same shade to match.

As she made it down the small street, just past its entrance, she finally allowed herself to look. She turned on her heel, ready to reprimand herself for being so edgy and jittery all of a sudden. Her instincts were going lax because she hadn’t done any pick-pocketing in a while, that was all. Alas, she was very mistaken in how lightly she was thinking about this. When she turned to look behind her, she was aware of a presence right beside her, on the side which was currently her blind spot. A voice appeared out of the previous silence, telling her not to worry. Whoever this was, it was a male, and he sounded extremely casual and… intimate?

That, and he was very close.

She jumped, instinctively retreating from the sound of the stranger’s voice and almost losing her balance as she turned sharply to face him. The words he had been saying to her seemed to filter into her brain all at once after he gave her a fright, and he had assured her that what she had been doing wasn’t lax whatsoever. He apparently just had good eyes. He… gave her advice about where would be better to spend time pick-pocketing? She stared at the dark-haired man, eyes wide, and slowly clouding over to a clear ice blue. Her hair mimicked this transformation, bringing her sheer confusion and shock out into the open. “If you’re a policeman, you’re doing a pretty lousy job of catching me.” Her mouth immediately fired off in spite of her confusion, and orangey red hues tinted with bronze started to intrude upon the icy blue shades in her hair. She regarded the stranger suspiciously, almost taking another step back and then thinking better of it when she realised she was right on the edge of the sidewalk. She didn’t want to fall down on her ass in front of this stranger and make herself seem like a dumb child.

While she was still confused, an overwhelming feeling of suspicion filled her, and like the open book she was, it reflected perfectly on her face and in her other outward features. Namely, of course, her hair and eyes. Both were shimmering between three shades; burnt orange, deep red, and flecked with bronze. If this sort of shimmering effect was faster and more intense, appearing to be like a fire, it would instead be obvious that she was angry or irate at something. No, instead she was being cautious and keeping the stranger at arm’s length.

“If you are with the law, you’ve officially got my respect. Good double-bluffing skills; par none.” Her sarcasm and suspicion continued to leak from her mouth, and she pursed her lips tightly as she tried to figure out just what on earth this man’s game was. He had seen her pick-pocketing, and hadn’t tried to apprehend her. He hadn’t made a sound or a fuss about it. He had followed her without her knowledge, to this small street. And he was just stood there, after having offered advice on where to go and hit next. What on earth…? While it was worrying, and she was equal parts impressed with whoever this stranger was. He radiated an air of assurance and mystery, so strongly that she couldn’t help but feel immensely drawn to him by an invisible sort of string, pulling her closer. Fortunately, she kept her feet planted on the floor. Falling on her face due to lack of concentration did not seem like the best idea at present.

“Business end of Japan, huh?” She found herself playing to what he had suggested, unable to stop herself considering the joys of somewhere even more rich and affluent to go and gather money. That being said though, she certainly hadn’t done badly thus far, judging by the weight in her shoulder bag. “In case it isn’t obvious, this is hardly my home turf. I came to Osaka because a. It was pretty, and b. It boasted a pretty good business sector.” She shrugged her slight shoulders, seeing no reason to stretch the truth with this man. If he meant her any harm, he would have attacked her by now. And if he tried anything, her reactions would (hopefully) be fast enough to put up a fight. She kept a careful watch on the stranger, shifting the weight in her feet into a slightly more relaxed stance.

“Care to show me where you mean?”
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Mercutio chuckled,

"I'm no officer of the law nor would I ever want to be. I isn't my style, I like to just watch out for the little guy... and you, Tiny Lady, seem to need a little guidance." he laughed with a slanted half smile, a devilish smirk. Idle hands hid in his pockets as Mercutio gaze upon her, catching her beautiful transition.

A warm feeling began to resonate within his chest and his smirk fell to awestruck. Her quirk was simply brilliant... as Gavin would say.

"Miss, to put this bluntly. you have a beautiful quirk and it's powerful, the allure's pull is strong; even for me" he whispered softly, his flirtation accenting each and every letter as he knowingly lied about her quirk, it was a basic quirk, but it was her own in every way; it was like art.

Mercutio quickly shook the odd aura he felt about himself while Alana's continued to flow constant streams of infinite amounts and colors not in the spectrum which humans could see, but Mercutio could feel. There was something about her, and he for once didn't care to place it.

Mercutio responded silently to her comments and questions with subtle head gestures as his mind ran blankly before her final question snapped him awake.


"Oh, well.. sure, sure." he mumbled, spinning on his heels for Tokyo, though it dawned on him he couldn't get their by air. He would have to hoof it.
Edited by Reggie, Feb 15 2017, 02:52 AM.
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The stranger replied to her question of whether he was a police officer or not, and did so in a way which had her tilting her head somewhat to listen. He wasn’t the loudest of people, was he? Perhaps she was just used to how vocal and loud she was on a daily basis that it seemed odd to her. In spite of him being softer spoken than most, he commanded a certain sort of gravitas when he did open his mouth. Of all the many and various people she had met in her lifetime, he was by far the most intriguing. He told her that being a man of the law just wasn’t his style, and instead, he just liked to look out for the ‘little guy’. Hold on a sec, was he referring to… her? Her eyebrows arched skyward as her expression grew questioning, and the burning hues of quiet suspicion in her eyes and hair started to grow more aggravated and colourful. The reds grew darker, became infused with scarlets and rubies and much brighter hues of the same colour. Bronze flicked and sparked in her eyes like an angry storm, and she appeared to be poised, waiting on bated breath, for what she knew would come.

She was all but lit up like a blazing beacon when he referred to her as tiny, and she had to hold herself back from immediately lashing out and yelling at him for being so insolent. How dare he?! Oh, she was going to pummel this condescending giant into next week-

He was chuckling and smirking at her, which made her even angrier than she had been previously. But rather than an explosive anger, it simmered slightly and she pouted with a great fierceness at the stranger instead, arms folding crossly over her chest. “Have you never heard of the term ‘fun-sized’? I much prefer that to ‘tiny’; let me tell you, I am no child.” She said with a great amount of venom and feeling, glaring at the stranger darkly with all of her fury literally emanating from her in waves. It helped that her hair and eyes all but made her look like an inferno in itself; oftentimes, it made her look quite intimidating.

Well, and then she had used the term ‘fun-sized’ to describe herself.

That tended to diffuse any sense of danger, just from the playfulness of the term. Quite the contradiction.

As easily as she was angered, she was just as easy to placate. Compliments would always do the trick and feed her already massively inflated ego. The stranger told her that her quirk was beautiful and powerful, not only that, but alluring. This was certainly one of the most bizarre and random compliments she had been given, because in all honesty, her quirk was hardly a superpower like most that she had witnessed in her travels. She tilted her head a little, the burning effect subsiding from her hair and eyes and instead being replaced with icy and teal shades of confusion. “You flatter me, truly. The quirk itself is quite basic, it just has a way of making me a bit of an open book, I suppose.” She admitted a little sheepishly, holding out a hand and focusing the fire she felt at her heart down towards her palm. Above her delicate digits, a brilliant rainbow flame sprung and hovered, roughly the size of a softball. She made it dance through her fingers, and allowed it to touch her skin without it harming her. Rainbows started to gleam in her eyes and through her long hair.

In an instant, she squashed the ball of flame in her hand and it was gone. Her hair returned to its natural blonde hue, and her eyes became icy blue once more. Her companion seemed a little dazed, and was roused when she had dispelled the ball of flame she had played with in order to show off. He confirmed that he could show her where he was referring to, and she nodded with a clear comprehension, following after him closely, but not too close. She remained a little ways behind him, at his side.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what can your quirk do? I assume it allowed you to notice that I was uh… ‘up to no good’. Just a bit curious.” She piqued up while they walked, not one to leave silences in a conversation. Not unless she was very close to a person, and in her memory, she had never shared a bond like that with anybody.
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A soft bit of laughter and a casual roll of his eyes was all Mercutio could muster.

"I like the tiny furry." he further teased as his natural aggression and standoffish-ness melted away. Intently he listened, if it wasn't to learn about her further, at least it gave a bit of entertainment. It was only when she inquired about him and his quirk did he seem to mellow back out and return to his normal demeanor.

"I'm basically Liono from the Thundercats, sight beyond sight and all that." he referenced, giving an example that used American television in an Asian country to a foreigner who has most likely never visited the states. "In lame-mans terms, I can see without eyes and know without knowledge. Call it what you like, it's one of a kind and I don't understand it nor do I want others too. I generally try and keep to myself. You, I find, are an exception." he muttered softly, his words mumbling into a bit of a murmur.
Edited by Reggie, Feb 21 2017, 10:10 PM.
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Was this guy deaf, or just an idiot?!

She had specifically asked him not to call her tiny, and yet he proceeded to do so, while saying that her anger was dismissed as ‘tiny fury’. Before she could continue getting irate and angry, she realised that… well, he had said that he ‘liked’ it. Wait, wait, wait. He liked the fact that she was tiny, or the fury, or… something else? Her cheeks burned as crimson as her hair, which slowly mellowed into a much more noticeably embarrassed and bashful shade of bubblegum pink. Her eyes glistened to match as well, and she was left all in a whirl of pure confusion trying to figure all of this out. She pouted and folded her arms as she followed behind him, having to speed up and quicken her pace to keep up with his more long-legged strides. “You don’t get out much, do you?” She retorted, and it had been the first thing she had thought of. He reminded her of someone who didn’t spend much time with others, if he was so easily amused by poking fun at her short temper and just as short stature. Typically you’re taught not to do that stuff to people you just met.

Thankfully, the conversation shifted from her height and ‘fury’ to something a lot easier to concentrate on. The stranger started by saying that his quirk was like someone from something called the ‘Thundercats’, which had the Scottish girl blinking wide-eyed as she walked alongside him. It would be obvious from the equal confusion etched on her face when weighed with complete blankness and non-recognition that she had no clue what on earth he was talking about. Now that she thought about it, he was speaking to her in English, with an American accent. In all honesty, she had been a little too flustered beforehand to really think about anything beyond how weird he was and what a presence he emanated. His enigmatic continuation of what his quirk could do only left poor Alana even more confused, as if she were running in circles just to understand.

“I’m not fluent in riddles.” She pointed out, knocking a hand up against her head as if to prove that she wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box. The stranger told her that he didn’t really understand his own quirk, which had her feeling even more puzzled than beforehand. Her own quirk had manifested when she was a toddler, and she had grown up with it. She leant its limits and capabilities quite early, because she used it so frequently as a sort of deterrent to stop herself getting beat up so much as a child. The bullies often snorted at the rainbow flames she produced, but they didn’t laugh for very long when they’d been scorched. She thought it to be very odd indeed that somebody could have a quirk that they didn’t understand or truly comprehend, but she accepted it all the same. Why would somebody she had just met lie to her like that? If anything normal people would be bragging and saying that it was super amazing, beyond a small-minded person like her. Instead, he admitted openly to not really knowing about it, and she shrugged with a mild sort of acceptance. He revealed that he tried to keep to himself, which only made her all but say ‘I knew it!’ due to the fact that she had deducted that fact quite some time ago.

Not that it had been very difficult to decipher.

She was caught by surprise when he told her that she seemed to be an exception to his typically reclusive/ introverted ways, and whereas before she had allowed her gaze to wander, she snapped her head back to look at him with utter confusion (and badly hidden gratitude/ pride/ happiness) plastered on her face. “Really? I-I mean, of course! That definitely isn’t the first time I’ve been an exception to anything.” She started off almost meek and shy, but soon emboldened herself with a louder voice as well, claiming that it was a common occurrence. Heck, she had a very inflated ego for one so petite. “Hehe, I tend to get called ‘one of a kind’ a whole lot.” She admitted, with both a mixture of pride and almost… sadness? Regret? Some sort of negative emotion that she buried swiftly and cleared her throat to distract attention from it.

“So, an American out here in Japan, huh.” She mused aloud, more than happy for her focus to remain on the stranger. “And of course, I never got your name. In my head you’re currently ‘Mr. Dark and Mysterious Stranger’. Quite a mouthful. It’d be much easier if I had a shorter name to remember.” She could have written the book on being smooth, turning on her best charm and winning smile as she turned to look at him, brushing her long (currently blonde) locks aside so he could see the full extent of her face if he looked at her.
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Mercutio, in his very edgy manner, took to the air once more, soft steps upward as though he were climbing stairs. Mercutio turned to her, gazing to his watch periodically;

"We will certainly meet again" he said, slipping a fractured mask over his face so that only his left eye, scar and all, was what remained visible. He gave a soft smirk at Alana, his eyes fixating on her in attempts to memorize more than just her energy; he wanted to remember her.

At a speed he rarely moved at Mercutio took off in the complete opposite direction where Alana stood.

[exit]
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In her (rather short) time of seducing others, she had never known her foolproof techniques to fail. While other people might not view her to be ‘sexually attractive’, courtesy of her ‘cute as a button’ sort of appearance, she typically always managed to sway people to talk to her, tell her things, and all the rest of it. Whatever she wanted to know, she would pretty much always be told that information, and as such, she was literally dumbfounded when her typical techniques didn’t work. The stranger turned, smirked at her, and started…

Walking up into thin air.

After concluding that she wasn’t as high as a kite and pinching her arm sharply, she simply gawked at the mysterious stranger as he ascended away from her. Her gaze darted between him, and the air in front of her, as if trying to find some sort of invisible staircase that she couldn’t otherwise see. When she looked back at him for probably the millionth time, he was smirking at her as he said that they would meet again. What the hell?! She was being stood up?! By a weirdo walking in mid-air no less! This couldn’t be happening. She was hallucinating again, seeing things that weren’t actually there. Her imagination was running wild. But no. When she focused once more, she saw the stranger put a mask on, covering his whole face except for one eye, and sped off in the opposite direction from whence they came.

“Great. Just great.” She flung her arms out to the sides, and she turned on the spot, looking for any sign of where she should go next. She had been following the stranger, and now found herself off the beaten path entirely. She tried and failed to get her bearings, courtesy of being so dumbfounded by what had happened beforehand. “First day here and I get stalked by some crazy American… get led down an alleyway… and stood up before we can even get anywhere…” She mumbled irately as she turned on her heel and started retracing her steps, arms folding firmly over her chest with sheer frustration.

“So far, Japan just seems to be full of weirdos and weeaboos! Lord help me…”

[Exit/ End]
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Earnings:

  • Alana "Ignacia" Glenn - 15 EXP, 1250 cash
  • Mercutio D. Regalis-10 EXP, 1000 cash

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A short thread, it felt a little incomplete honestly. I felt as though there was potentially more to go on with the two of them. I did enjoy the brief banter they had with one another and Alana's internal thoughts on how to deal with Mercutio's eccentric behaviors and being called small on multiple occasions.

Enjoy the spoils.
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