FriendlyGrape
An Orange in Disguise
MARIKO & FUTAKICHI | CHASE
HP
♠
MOOD
[ Smug ]
LOCATION[ Outside Abandoned House ]
TAGGED
HP
♣
MOOD
[ Hyper-intensively Panicked ]
LOCATION
[ Abandoned House ]
TAGGED
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]"H-ha... me, come with you..? Mm..."
Unsure how to respond, or even where to truly direct her focus on, Mariko awkwardly scratched at her cheek. It's the apocalypse, certainly no time for any leisure. Though perhaps in the situation of overexertion and similarly analogical to the tendencies of society after events of trauma- it would be nice.
"... maybe for tea sometime."
Looking towards Zoroark, Mariko nodded her head, finding it awfully unnerving that he's taken the appearance of someone she had grown so accustomed to screaming nearly every other word. To have a monologue, dead-pan expression as he spoke with the word "perhaps" felt uncanny, though that wasn't anything she didn't expect, with the guide of someone mentally quadruple his age. Zoroark, in his own interests and Mariko, kept the guise as the two familiar bodies approached. Abby, the Guildmaster herself, directed for the "duo" to round up everyone with all the supplies they had gathered, as well as board up the building, ironically the first thing that Mariko and Chase had intended to do before Koi's predicament had followed. Nodding towards Abby's direction, her focus was now brought towards Futakichi, to which Chazona was revering. While the creature's reactions were sluggish on it's own, not given any proper orders by it's "commander", it did appear to be awfully curious of the strange, red beanie being flagged in it's face, a steel-plated claw raising in attempt to grab it. Chazona's preoccupation, from what Mariko had briefly experienced, seemed odd- with her unusual compulsion drawn from Koi. To have her not focused on him, that would mean the two had left, whether it be when she wasn't looking or through some violent mean.
Clapping her hands together, Futakichi raised it's head upwards, a shrill fife similar to the faint whistle heard from a dog whistle would emit, before the creature would return it's focus to Chazona. Chase would have heard that, if anything relatively in that direction, or he might as well have gone off to some other body of land entirely. Studying the small group that collected, it wasn't that hard to surmise that Zoroark would use this opportunity as Chase, who needed to "round up" people as a mean of leaving the conversation as soon as possible. The man was never one for words- in fact, it was only his impersonations where she seemed to see him talk, specifically this one. The blame would get pushed to Chase for not doing his job, and Zoroark would get some sort of playful kick out of it. It wasn't like Mariko to sell him out of that any time soon.
"No concerns, Chase and I were going to try and repair some of the current headquarters as well. Chase can apprise those on the outskirts, while me and Mr. Idealist can try and gather the people within the periphery."
Briefly locking her gaze with Zoroark, she cocked her head back, allowing him to finally go off and do his own thing, unless he wanted to maintain the impersonation that he held now. Pointing her hand to the rusted tool box and large planks of wood that Chase and her had poisoned, she continued.
"We have a few supplies, though I'll try and see what I can get. Take it easy, Commander. You may have a head of duty and the adrenaline from the world's current Nadir, though there's only so much a gijinka can take."
Nodding towards Abby, Futakichi would sense the mental directive for it's next action, finally clearing it's dazed sense of thought. Dropping it's focus of Chazona, it approached Mariko, allowing her to hop back up towards it's arm. Beckoning Aden to follow suit, it was apparently her assignment now to collect everyone that she could. It wouldn't be hard on an incongruity nearly quadruple her height.
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"So-Something just popped in my head...if that weird demon thing was outside, didn't that mean your sis-"
"Wha?! Huh?! D'ya say somethin'? I can't hear you over the sound of MY TENACITYYYY- oh wait, what?"
After scouring what he could, managing to fortunately obtain a half-used roll of cloth, some very, very used blankets- most likely clothes that were supposed to be traded, and some preservatives, Chase turned to look towards Koi, who seemed far out of it, as if he was in a daze and speaking to some disembodied voice. Remaining quiet for a few seconds for Koi to speak, it didn't seem like he was going to, before realizing something and remaining stock shook. Unaware of the injuries he inflicts on most people, Chase' gaze lowered down to his scratched up friend, something bright lodged in his arm, reflecting dimly off of the light through the clouds from the caravan.
"... heck, that sure isn't good."
His voice would grow reticent, before increasing worry would grow on his face as he skid down to his knees in front of him, his eyes dilated as he found great difficulty in setting his sights focused on one location.
"Oh maaaaan, oh man, oh man, oh man oh man... oh mannn... oh man... frick this isn't good at all! That isn't good, nope, not at all, nope, uh.. yea, that ain't good. Not good. Nope. U-um, Mari told me how to d-deal with this, wait, h-hang in there! You're not allowed to die, that's lame!! STEP UP!!"
His outbursts appeared to be more fueled by panic as he seemed to ramble on and on, even to himself when he stopped speaking at a volume that people could comprehensibly hear at (which for him, appeared to be very loud). Fidgetting with the half-used roll of cloth that he found, he carefully wrapped the area around the wound, but not directly on the glass to push it any farther than in his skin. He was surprisingly benign when dealing with Koi, at least at this moment, though his panic was apparent. Stuffing the cloth into his pocket after tearing it and tying, Chase lifted Koi in a bridal-style carry.
"Mari taught me how to do that, she's so cool!! If only she'd stop- no, wait, YOU'RE the one injured, right now, we gotta go find some help!! WEE-WOO-WEE-WOO!!"
Kicking himself out of the caravan, he bolted out of the area, searching for the first person he thought could be of potential help. He didn't want to risk getting kicked out of the guild- or in trouble for hurting a guild member, that was certainly something he couldn't risk right now, at least that was his priority. He remembered walking with Mariko and catching sight of the Guildmaster herself, and today was certainly not the day he's going solo. After running max speed for a fair bit (hopefully Koi didn't get motion vertigo), there appeared to be a lone man, walking friskly towards some of the caravans farther off, away from the house that he decided to bust the window of, twice. Making a beeline towards the Lucario, Chase' boots skid on the ground as he stopped a few feet in front of him, a trail of dust trailing from where he dashed.
"Lad, lad, lad, lad, lad, I like your vest, it's super coo- no, wait!! Can you help my friend? You seem, uh, Marikish. She told me not to talk to strangers, but my friend is dying!! I think! He's probably dying. He's not allowed to do that- so, can you help?!?"
Unsure how to respond, or even where to truly direct her focus on, Mariko awkwardly scratched at her cheek. It's the apocalypse, certainly no time for any leisure. Though perhaps in the situation of overexertion and similarly analogical to the tendencies of society after events of trauma- it would be nice.
"... maybe for tea sometime."
Looking towards Zoroark, Mariko nodded her head, finding it awfully unnerving that he's taken the appearance of someone she had grown so accustomed to screaming nearly every other word. To have a monologue, dead-pan expression as he spoke with the word "perhaps" felt uncanny, though that wasn't anything she didn't expect, with the guide of someone mentally quadruple his age. Zoroark, in his own interests and Mariko, kept the guise as the two familiar bodies approached. Abby, the Guildmaster herself, directed for the "duo" to round up everyone with all the supplies they had gathered, as well as board up the building, ironically the first thing that Mariko and Chase had intended to do before Koi's predicament had followed. Nodding towards Abby's direction, her focus was now brought towards Futakichi, to which Chazona was revering. While the creature's reactions were sluggish on it's own, not given any proper orders by it's "commander", it did appear to be awfully curious of the strange, red beanie being flagged in it's face, a steel-plated claw raising in attempt to grab it. Chazona's preoccupation, from what Mariko had briefly experienced, seemed odd- with her unusual compulsion drawn from Koi. To have her not focused on him, that would mean the two had left, whether it be when she wasn't looking or through some violent mean.
Clapping her hands together, Futakichi raised it's head upwards, a shrill fife similar to the faint whistle heard from a dog whistle would emit, before the creature would return it's focus to Chazona. Chase would have heard that, if anything relatively in that direction, or he might as well have gone off to some other body of land entirely. Studying the small group that collected, it wasn't that hard to surmise that Zoroark would use this opportunity as Chase, who needed to "round up" people as a mean of leaving the conversation as soon as possible. The man was never one for words- in fact, it was only his impersonations where she seemed to see him talk, specifically this one. The blame would get pushed to Chase for not doing his job, and Zoroark would get some sort of playful kick out of it. It wasn't like Mariko to sell him out of that any time soon.
"No concerns, Chase and I were going to try and repair some of the current headquarters as well. Chase can apprise those on the outskirts, while me and Mr. Idealist can try and gather the people within the periphery."
Briefly locking her gaze with Zoroark, she cocked her head back, allowing him to finally go off and do his own thing, unless he wanted to maintain the impersonation that he held now. Pointing her hand to the rusted tool box and large planks of wood that Chase and her had poisoned, she continued.
"We have a few supplies, though I'll try and see what I can get. Take it easy, Commander. You may have a head of duty and the adrenaline from the world's current Nadir, though there's only so much a gijinka can take."
Nodding towards Abby, Futakichi would sense the mental directive for it's next action, finally clearing it's dazed sense of thought. Dropping it's focus of Chazona, it approached Mariko, allowing her to hop back up towards it's arm. Beckoning Aden to follow suit, it was apparently her assignment now to collect everyone that she could. It wouldn't be hard on an incongruity nearly quadruple her height.
--
"So-Something just popped in my head...if that weird demon thing was outside, didn't that mean your sis-"
"Wha?! Huh?! D'ya say somethin'? I can't hear you over the sound of MY TENACITYYYY- oh wait, what?"
After scouring what he could, managing to fortunately obtain a half-used roll of cloth, some very, very used blankets- most likely clothes that were supposed to be traded, and some preservatives, Chase turned to look towards Koi, who seemed far out of it, as if he was in a daze and speaking to some disembodied voice. Remaining quiet for a few seconds for Koi to speak, it didn't seem like he was going to, before realizing something and remaining stock shook. Unaware of the injuries he inflicts on most people, Chase' gaze lowered down to his scratched up friend, something bright lodged in his arm, reflecting dimly off of the light through the clouds from the caravan.
"... heck, that sure isn't good."
His voice would grow reticent, before increasing worry would grow on his face as he skid down to his knees in front of him, his eyes dilated as he found great difficulty in setting his sights focused on one location.
"Oh maaaaan, oh man, oh man, oh man oh man... oh mannn... oh man... frick this isn't good at all! That isn't good, nope, not at all, nope, uh.. yea, that ain't good. Not good. Nope. U-um, Mari told me how to d-deal with this, wait, h-hang in there! You're not allowed to die, that's lame!! STEP UP!!"
His outbursts appeared to be more fueled by panic as he seemed to ramble on and on, even to himself when he stopped speaking at a volume that people could comprehensibly hear at (which for him, appeared to be very loud). Fidgetting with the half-used roll of cloth that he found, he carefully wrapped the area around the wound, but not directly on the glass to push it any farther than in his skin. He was surprisingly benign when dealing with Koi, at least at this moment, though his panic was apparent. Stuffing the cloth into his pocket after tearing it and tying, Chase lifted Koi in a bridal-style carry.
"Mari taught me how to do that, she's so cool!! If only she'd stop- no, wait, YOU'RE the one injured, right now, we gotta go find some help!! WEE-WOO-WEE-WOO!!"
Kicking himself out of the caravan, he bolted out of the area, searching for the first person he thought could be of potential help. He didn't want to risk getting kicked out of the guild- or in trouble for hurting a guild member, that was certainly something he couldn't risk right now, at least that was his priority. He remembered walking with Mariko and catching sight of the Guildmaster herself, and today was certainly not the day he's going solo. After running max speed for a fair bit (hopefully Koi didn't get motion vertigo), there appeared to be a lone man, walking friskly towards some of the caravans farther off, away from the house that he decided to bust the window of, twice. Making a beeline towards the Lucario, Chase' boots skid on the ground as he stopped a few feet in front of him, a trail of dust trailing from where he dashed.
"Lad, lad, lad, lad, lad, I like your vest, it's super coo- no, wait!! Can you help my friend? You seem, uh, Marikish. She told me not to talk to strangers, but my friend is dying!! I think! He's probably dying. He's not allowed to do that- so, can you help?!?"
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