A Dish Best Served... Fresh? [Raff]

[Coyote]

"Ten bucks for milk? This is highway robbery!" Coyote would yelp as he gripped onto the carton of ethically sourced, vegan almond milk. His brain trying to comprehend how any reasonable person could charge so much for a single carton of milk.
See, coyote found himself in the halls of a grocery store along the market strips trying to buy the necessities he and his family needed back home... Something he neglected to do prior in a big city. Something he was still coming to terms with. Including the pricing.
The dimly lit isles of the store were short, more akin to a small shop or rather large gas station than a full grocery store. The low hanging ceiling barely four or so feet above head level, with high shelving units coming the view from most of the other shoppers minding their own business. The meat section in the far back wall visible from every isle with endcaps displaying goods such as noodle cups, kitchen utensils, and other possible necessities one may need for cooking and other activities at home. Coyote could have sworn he saw tennis rackets on a wall while walking as well.

"Gah, at least they still have clearance racks and generic brands." He'd state approaching a yellow sticker-marked shelf off to the side of the meat rack. "God forbid I need beans for less than two dollars." he'd mumble to himself, going up and down the isles thoroughly looking for anything he may need for the meal he was going to make upon going home. "How do people live off of these prices. Back home the bread was a buck for a loaf. Why are there so many expensive options. Tsk tsk tsk."

[Rafflesia]

There were three things Rafflesia had discovered to be the greatest food ever created since she was put on leave. First there was orange sherbet, she absolutely adored the flavor and texture, savoring every ounce of it she could acquire. Second was grape jelly, a flavour they refused to offer at the lab in lieu of margarine. But the most confectionary food, the greatest culinary creation of all of mankind, was the cup noodle. It was all she was here for this day, her eyes darting feverishly across the  myriad of flavours each cup could offer, almost drooling at the thought. "Pork... maybe shrimp?", she whispered to herself, taking a moment to evaluate the food before picking one, and then another, and another... ultimately tossing eight of each flavour into the cart she had appropriated up front.

"These should last a little while, I just hope the pantry isn't full after the trip to Little Tokyo yesterday", she snickered to herself with these words, pushing the cart towards an aisle to grab one more thing before she would be ready to make her exit from this veritable petri dish of human interaction.

[Coyote]

As Coyote pressed a finger to his head, tossing a few canned items into his hand-held shopping basket he watched as his fingers slipped. Three small cans of green beans clanging with metallic bangs as it struck the tile flooring.
"Oy vey... I just cant with today can I." Coyote would say annoyed, ignoring the scene forming in the background behind him. Little did he know, fate was about to play its own tricks on him.
"I. AM. DONE." The higher pitched voice of a young woman would ring out in the store. Her apron stained red with marinara sauce from a busted jar. Her manager was fuming, just about to let loose a hailstorm of insults on the woman before the young girl returned fire with intense fury. "I QUIT. SCREW THIS JOB, THIS STORE, THIS JAR OF PICKLES!" And with a flurry of insults, she would throw with full force the jar directly at the manager's head.
As if expecting it, the manager was quick to duck to the side to dodge the projectile, turning to see it head straight for the skull of the middle aged man looking down at his cans of beans he dropped on the floor. A bright burst of blue light escaped his eyes as he leaned down on cue, unknowingly dodging the jar from doming him by mere centimeters. However, right behind him leaving the cup noodle endcap happened to be Raff.
The jar was face height, barreling towards her at a rather weak speed, giving her ample time to see the floating pickles and moving to the side if she was perceptive enough to see it in time. Meanwhile, Coyote would look to the side at her, his face draining as he saw the blue tone to the floor, like a colored flashlight, and seeing his next victim of his luck was about to find their day ruined by a jar of pickles.

"MISS LOOK OUT"

[Rafflesia]

Strength:5/Endurance:5/Perception:5
Defense:15/Energy:20

RAfflesia

Actually getting to visit a store for the first time in a long time was quite refreshing and with each new flavour she saw she began to regret the years spent in that damned facility now. Taking a moment to shrug that off she looked up to see the aftermath of the commotion, a tad intrigued at to what occured only to see the saltine missile heading in her direction. With a flourish she pulled her jacket over her good arm and focused on the lid of the jar, pulling it towards her grasp, hoping none in the local could see her doing this. And in an instant she had the jar in hand, by the lid no less.

"Outburst aside, that girl had one hell of a throwing arm.", she chuckled to herself, setting the glass container on a relatively empty nearby shelf. "It's a wonder you weren''t domed a moment before it came towards me.", her words lifted with interest towards the lanky man that stood a short ways away down the aisle.

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[Coyote]

"Holy... woah miss. That was close" Coyote would state sighing heavily, watching Raff not be absolutely pelted by the pickled weapon. "Wow that woman has one hell of a throwing arm. That was way too damn close". Coyote barely had time to process the event as the scene seemed to disappear around them. The throwing woman ran off and the manager had to help themselves from pissing themselves from the potential lawsuits from that entire encounter.

"Geez, though. Nice catch. I'm lucky it missed me... I'd be singing about cucumbers all week if that didn't go right over me." The thin native would state, standing straight and walking over to Raff, amazed at her ability to catch the jar. Sure, it wasn't much, but holy hell was it beyond what typical people could do in such a short period and span of time. "You were like gymnast right there. Just... YOINK and all that." Coyote would continue amazed.

As Raff spoke, coyote would think about it and chuckle. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. My luck I guess. This type of stuff happens all the time around me. It's like im a bad omen or something." He'd chuckle, rubbing the back of his head as the entire isle of shelves behind him would crash, the previous commotion leaving it unstable, sending thousands of dollars of jarred goods smashing into the floor behind them in a chaotic and load groan. "Aaaaand it just keeps getting worse. Great." He'd finish with a sigh. turning his head to see the mess and about having a heart attack from it. "I hope they don't expect us to pay for this..."

[Rafflesia]

Strength:5/Endurance:5/Perception:5
Defense:15/Energy:20

Rafflesia

There was something peculiar about this one, Raff could tell that much, but she would keep these thoughts to herself for the time being. As he approached her, a sense of existential dread overcame her, the thought that whatever protected him earlier may be malignant in nature as well. Choosing to play along she would lift her arm into a faux flex and reply, "I guess I'm just that good." Nodding to herself some after this, she'd glance back at the manager who seemed rather frustrated.

Paying enough attention to what the man was saying, Rafflesia would see the the shelf beginning to careen towards the floor. "You're just a walking Murhpy's Law aren't you?", she would ask rather plainly, keeping her eyes on the assorted messes collecting on the tiled floor some feet back.

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