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There's no such thing as bad weather

Characters: Vera Solomon, Open
When: July 18th
Where: Nesreca
Rating: PG
Summary: Now that it had stopped raining for the time being, Vera has decided to take a walk around the city. And kick puddles.

Vera didn’t really have a planned route when she left the apartment building; she had gotten sick of sitting around with her thumb up her ass and just wanted to get out of the building. Which was why the moment she realised that it wasn’t going to rain today, she had hastily thrown on an old blouse and slightly too big jeans she had found in her apartment along with her boots and PDA, and left immediately afterwards.

Now she walked along a street nearby the apartment, hands in her pockets as she occasionally kicked the deep puddles that filled the street, not really caring that she got her jeans a bit wet by doing so, though tucking her jeans into her boots stopped them from becoming too wet; she never got the chance to do things like this back home, so might as well make the most of it, even if it was puddle kicking. It was still rather fun though.

"…I’m such a fucking child.” Vera thought to herself as she continued to walk and kick another puddle.

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Youji scrambled away the moment he was released, backing into the dumpster with a loud thump. He gave a loud huff, glaring at them. "I'm not a Bakeneko. I'm not a demon! And you! You don't touch me! You touch me again and I'll kill you!" he growled, tail continuing to thrash violently behind him.

He looked over at the lady, knowing that he wasn't succeeding in hiding his shock. "A Bakeneko is a cat Yōkai, known to shape shifter, breathing fire and animating the dead. Not creature to take lightly." It was a warning, if she didn't know what she was getting into a Bakeneko of the age the boy had to be would be powerful and not to be taken lightly. He looked over at the boy, hurriedly taking another step back at the fury the spirit was exuding.

He swallowed, then taking a deep "I suppose that you wouldn't..." want it known. Not the way to play this, the Bakeneko was irritated enough already. He licked his suddenly very dry lips. "So you say you're not a Bakeneko. That's alright, I can work with that; you're not a Bakeneko. What do you want to be?"

Vera frowned at the explanation before snorting in amusement and typed out a reply-"He's not a demon, he's just a kid with a serious attitude problem, having ears and a tail is probably normally where he's from." She didn't seem to really care that his explanation was a 'warning'.

So when Youji had scrambled away from her and growled at them in fury and the new guy actually stepped back in fear, Vera just rolled her eyes before walking towards Youji, typing out a message as she did so. When she was close enough, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt; easily lifting him up to her height before showing him the message while looking at him with an expression of absolute boredom-"Kid, anything you do to me will be an annoyance at most. And is that really the attitude to give to someone who was considering letting you use her bath?"

Once she was certain he had read it, she placed him back down and looked between the two males with an expression which seemed to be a combination of annoyance and boredom.

"I'm a kid, a Sacrifice, a Zero, Youji; any of those, I'm not a damn Bakeneko," he hissed at the man, before being hoisted up by Vera. He squirmed and struggled, glaring, but reading the message. Only then did he grow still, ears perking and the fur on his tail growing smooth.

"A bath? Really?" he asked, quite suddenly all smiles.

Having ears and tail was normal? Where he was from? Why was he here? For that matter where was here?

Mitsunari winced reaching his left hand up to squeeze the bridge of his nose. He might be good but was not nearly cleaver enough to keep up with this place. And the boy, Youji, just had another mood swing.

He'd figure it out later; he might as well push for the answer that he had started this conversation to get. He really was thirsty.

"So Youji said the river is hostile territory. I don't suppose that either of you could direct me to a well?"

Vera turned towards Youji and nodded at his question before proceeding to type- "As long as you don't have another tantrum, you can use it. It's not in great condition, but what else can you expect when the entire apartment's a mess." At Mitsunari's question Vera tilted her head to the side as she thought about this; she hadn't seen any wells and they would probably be dried up...there would probably be all sorts of nasty shit in them as well.

After having thought of this, she typed down her answer-"No, but the apartment has running water in it so you would be able to get a drink there, although the water won't be that great. Your room will have your name on the door and the building is over there. Although I'm probably heading back soon so you could just follow me." Once she had done this, she pointed towards the apartment to show Mitsunari where it was, which wasn't really far from where they were, before she let her arm drop back to her side.

"I didn't have a trantrum," he mumbled sulkily, ears folding, but he kept quiet.

"The J- er...this guy I know...has water," he piped in, sparing a mildly apologetic look towards Vera. It didn't last long though. "Water bottles, and these gross meal things that you heat up."

Running water in run down apartments, and Vera's worried about it not tasting very good. Not about it being unhealthy, but it not tasting good. Where was this place?

Wait a minute... "Why would there be an apartment with my name on the door? It's not like I've lived here."

He was a little lost as to why anyone would want bottled water when apparently they had access to running water. He ignored the boy's comment about warm food tasting bad. Tastes did vary, though he suspected that if the boy ever spent seventeen months campaigning that he would start to prefer his food heated.

Mitsunari's thoughts were slightly true, Vera didn't care much for the taste but it was something unaviodable, and she had drunk some before without any complications; as long as it was drinkable she didn't care...then again she had been told that she had an 'iron stomach'.

When Youji mentioned the Joker, Vera was just about ready to silence him again when she spotted the mild apologetic look he sent her, even if it was fleeting, it was still apologetic; in the end, she only gave him an very irritated glare.

At Mitsunari's confusion she typed down another message for him- "It's the same with all of us; nobody whose in this city now has ever been here before and yet our names were on specific doors in the apartment went we got here. This place is actually as far from our homes as possible, and right now there is no way to leave."

"Nyaa, you're dumb," Youji scoffed, "If you'd just posted then she would have told you herself," he said, gesturing with his own PDA before returning it to his pocket. "You're in another world, no one you love is here, you're a play thing for a weird girl with white hair, blah blah blah," he explained in a bored tone.

"Everyone just shows up and there's a room waiting for them? People are just brought here to be a plaything for a white haired girl?" He eyes flashed to Youji as he said that "That's... kind of... creepy." He looked thoughtful for a second, then frowned. "No, there's no 'kind of' about it. And you say there's no way to leave; how do you know that?" He looked straight at Vera, he wasn't going to put much stock in the Bake... Youji's answer.

Vera didn't bother doing anything about Youji's attitude towards the new guy since that was more or less her own thoughts as well, although to a more...'mature' degree.

At the question directed to her, she thought about how she could word this in a way which would be easy to understand before thinking "Fuck it." and typed down a more direct answer- "It's like Youji said, we're all in another world, so there is no way to leave. And there's also the fact that some of us are from different worlds from each other; for example, my home country is called Rhomya, but I doubt there's a place called that in your own world, right?"

He raised his eyebrows in a silent question of your joking right? "So apparently while running from Tokugawa I managed somehow to end up in another world. By accident?" This place might be unlike anyplace that he had ever been before but it wasn't reasonable to assume that he could have made it to another world.

He frowned; it would explain a lot, and they did say that he'd been brought, though why someone would want him... He could think of at least four full-blooded Samurai that where more interesting, all far more personable. Sure he was good at what he did, but at that didn't make him that interesting.

And he had never even heard of Rhomya. Admittedly it wasn't like even someone in his profession could be expected to know them all, still he should have at least heard of them all at some point. Vera could be lying but for some reason he didn't think so. A gut feeling.

He lifted his head glowering down the street, frustration running though his body "And what the hell do you mean by 'post'?"

"You do what she's doing, but you don't get rid of it," Youji explained, arching an eyebrow. It wasn't that complicated, why was everyone so confused by it? Or you can make videos, or sound recordings. And then everyone else can see it on theirs. So you can talk without being in the same place.

He pulled out his own PDA again and sent a message to Vera's.
'Yay for baths'

"Like that."

Vera didn't bother to reply to Mitsunari's question as Youji was already doing so, although she had also arched an eyebrow; there were those who didn't have this sort of technology before and they were able to figure it out after a while, it wasn't that hard.

At the message that Youji sent to her, she gave the kid a faint amused/possibly, slightly, maybe fond smile before showing the sent message to Mitsunari. She then typed out another message for the newcomer- "It's exactly like Youji said, just do what I'm doing but click the 'send' button instead of deleting the message. It isn't that difficult to use and you'll be able to get the hang of it after you fiddled with it first. That's how most of us figured out how to use them."

Mitsunari reached up and pulled out the box he had found that morning. It was a match for Vera's, and he pull it out and started to copy her actions. It seemed to respond to him the same way it had to her, part of him had doubted regardless of what the other two said.

"So then, I just hit send." He whispered. He pushed the button. Simple even if he didn't understand quite what he had just done. He frowned at the thing. Why did it work? Youji probably couldn't care why less why it worked just that it did and Vera who might care but probably wouldn't want to explain. This probably wasn't the time to go looking for answers.

He looked up, and sighed "Thank you, I'm not ever sure that I really would have noticed that there was anything to figure out if you hadn't explained. I've never seen anything like it before."

"It's like an expensive cell phone," Youji commented idly, "Only it looks ugly." He tugged on Vera's sleeve, "You said I could have a bath, come ooooon," he whined, "This guy's a weirdo. Doesn't even know how to send messages."

She just gave him a nod at his thanks; if it worked, it worked and she didn't really care for the specfics of how.

At the tug on her sleeve, she turned to Youji and rolled her eyes at his whining before giving him a playful flick to the forehead and then writing down a message for Mitsunari- "We're heading back to the apartment, you can follow us if you want. If you do, you're going to have to check each floor until you find the door with your name on it, that's your room."

Once she typed this, Vera began to make her way towards the apartment, making sure to motion to Youji to follow her since he wanted his goddamn bath so much.

The 'computer thing' was like an expensive 'cell phone'? So a 'cell phone' was like a cheaper 'computer thing'? Mitsunari wondered for a moment whether there was any reason he would need to know about cell phones. The computer thing was enough for now.

Apparently Youji thought he was weird for not knowing how to use a thing that he was fairly sure didn't exist in his own world. Mitsunari half grinned before stifling it. Whatever else he might be Youji was certainly still a kid.

Reading Vera's message he nodded, "Thank you. I guess I will, it just seemed odd how... controlled this all is."

He fell in behind her when she set off.

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