The Streets (open)

[M.A.P.]

Her home having being defined...an occupation..and a new...not master- not owner...employer. The wounded and raven haired girl looked out among the people on the streets- they smiled and laughed, were huddling close...no that was kissing, some crying, and very few looking angry..today seemed to be a good day. The weather was pleasant, a gentle breeze and slightly overcast. Looking up at the sky blue-violets shimmering slightly as they closed and finally opened after a long blink.

Today had been uneventful- Mr Unfettered had shown her the ropes...insisted she figure out what to do with Honcho as people could become ill from animals and to become familiar with the surrounding area. There has been no trauma, no big problems, no shouting or anything of the sort- only calmness. Quietly she feared what would come from all this.

Inhaling a long, deep breath- the air here was...filled with the smells associated with open air market. Nothing to be separated or identified by herself or her companion- as he was not present. It was a rare occasion when Honcho was not with her, though she was not self-conscious of being on her own. Loneliness had never been an issue, they had been...raised to be this way- alone was best without someone to guard and protect. Bowing her head, the tall girl eaisily walked through the crowd.

What else would today bring?

[~none~]

OOC:
Mind if I butt in, Mausu-San?

IC:
~To have a position in life you have to shoot for one, right? But people tend to find a place in this pitiful world, and due to bright stars that already capture the eyes of the masses the others seem to be casted away. Of course, Mystel does not belong to this group, as he doesn't like the spotlight. Being a "professional" performer at an early age, he was able to draw a crowd. But that isn't the case today. He was casually walking through a crowd of people. He wasn't looking for anything particular, just shopping for Rasha.~

'What's wrong with her? Me and Marcus are concern, but seemingly with should be wrong with her. I believe that... man, had something to do with it and so help me... If it is... I will make him pay for her sadness.'

~Mystel originally since the time before the entering Charon and Sin's Quietus had a soft heart. But since the events before him, he harden it with a tough and nearly inpenatrable armour to keep that soft heart safe. And continuously seeing that dream of the woman dying in his arms, slowly but surely the face changed to Rasha. That scared him and that one thing that he didn't want to happen. He was shopping for her today to lighten her spirits and get her mind off of things. But distracted in thought he ends up bumping into a girl, a woman in the crowd. A purple hair woman with seldom eyes.~

"So sorry, didn't mean that..."

[M.A.P.]

She had been enjoying a cool breeze, her entire being loving the daylight and the sounds of other people. The sounds of life- the vision of people with purpose, moving and echoing their life force towards others in conversation. What was it like to have such an effect? To have that echo of purpose...to not wander aimlessly- to not be mutt without a master. She shook her head slightly, she wasn't a mutt.

As her mind had begun to go numb, a side effect of not having something in life to protect, to guard, nothing to think about, something tangible to grasp onto. She was no longer a guardian, she was cook, a waitress, a maintenance worker, and an employee- but she had been asked to go explore the area..and she was. She preferred to wander as she pleased...but these wanderings were usually random, mindless obsessions over-

The six and a half foot tall, violet eyed and raven haired girl, looked at the youth which had bumped into her and given a quick flat apology. Her expression ranged from unenthusiastic to non responsive, plump lips stretched slightly in a pale lost smile, "No harm no foul."

She looked him over, would have given him leeway if not to his expression, she continued, "Though perhaps you should watch out, next time it could be a child you bump into- and as I've heard, mothers around her are rather tough."

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...Quite tall are we?...

~Eventful to bump into some random person and see who it is. As like time would stop and grab two unsuspecting people and toss them into a void in which no one existed except what was there. Seemingly this is one of those moments... two nearly wandering souls, searching for something. Or just trying to get away. Mystel has his reasons, but even that he was going to spread his time. He gathered himself as he took in her statement. Mystel stares for a bit and speaks calmly and deep.~

"The mothers aren't the thing I worry about..."

~Mystel rubbed his hand on his forehead and threw his fingers as he spoke again.~

"Encounters like this is the one thing that intrigued me the most. Your name, Miss?"

[M.A.P.]

Blue-violet eyes watched him as he reacted...slowly and nearly indifferently in body language towards her commentary. Her attempt at a joke had failed, not that she minded, humor was yet another something which escaped her limited emotional gage. He seemed as lost in thought as she had been in numbness, such odd days and times.

She had been ready to depart, as comment were passed- passive, uneventful- until he asked her name. Giving the faintest of smiles, arms to her side, the tall girl gave a slight bow- as she was a good space away from him, "I am M.A.P.," and as she didn't have Honcho with her, she simply stood straight again, extended a hand- a dual greeting, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr..?"