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The world was blurry at first. Soon light filled in the spaces and everything came into the clear. Eyelids flicker up and down as he sat up. It was a feeling he hasn’t felt in a while. That semi-dead life. Charming. It was dizzying at first. Like when you wake up at dusk and think you woke up at dawn. Where everything is at a twilight and its either very fulling and seemingly lacking. Kinda of like a lazy afternoon.

That message given to him was odd, what was more odd were the silly bands attached to his wrists. Both were of jelly like quality in the brightest of blue. He pulled at one of them. Very stretchy too. He sat up to get his bearings. What did it say. Find some dude named Abel and go to the Radio Station. 

Mmmmm. Okay. 

One hand pushed himself off the ground. Legs don’t feel like Jelly. Instead of being in Heaven, Hell, Hel, Hades, what have you. He instead found himself still in Hive City. So he’s gotta find this dude. So off he went walking around, not even knowing where to start. Well if he woke up suddenly in a new place, it usually means his partner is nearby right? 

It couldn’t hurt to try right? 

Inhale. 

“HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY WHICH ONE OF Y’ALL IS ABLE CLARKE?”

It takes him a few moments to properly process the goings on, mind slow and booting up, but eventually he draws the bright blue technology from his pocket to read what he’s missed while he was apparently out of commission. Needless to say, it leaves him even more bewildered than when he woke up.

For a couple seconds, Abel simply stares at the message, at the items in his hand, and finally at the name at the very end of the message. It knits his brows, earns a tooth biting into his lower lip, but he finally puts it back. It’s not very clear in instructions, but the basics are there, and fore some reason he doesn’t want to question anything with ‘face erasure’ written on it.

His nerves are still shot to hell and back, which leads to him raiding his pockets for whatever goodies he may have left, and pauses in the middle of unwrapping a jolly rancher once he notices an eery silence that seems to permeate him. No, not around him-- it’s plenty noisy. It’s his head, the absence of something rude or snarky echoing around it’s confines earning confusion. Unfortunately, before he can say anything--

“HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY WHICH ONE OF Y’ALL IS ABLE CLARKE?”

Abel lets out a pained yelp at the noise right by his ears, loud noise reverberating in his skull and leaving an agonizing echo in it’s wake. The candy is long forgotten, dropped to the floor to be trampled underfoot as his hands slam over his ears. He’s whirling, catching sight of somebody around his age, but the first words out of his mouth are not nearly as pleasant or excited.

It’s been a long enough time, and besides being in need of threads, i think it’s about time to plan for more long term relationships! I’ll be doing a blog overhaul tomorrow, but consider this an interest check for relationship plotting. Like it, and I’ll shoot you a message about what we can work out! Enemies, friends, some friendly acquaintances or anything else, he needs tons of it. But please take Cain into account if you’re planning on liking it, since if your character might get along with Abel, they might not with him. Unless you’re liking the sound of that, then by all means!

<<Of course you didn’t mean to hit a poor, fragile girl like me. That would be rude, right?>> Now she’s definitely messing with him– her head doesn’t even really hurt anymore.

She’s made of tougher stuff than that, after all.

<<Now, just think, how are you gonna make it up to me?>> He doesn’t look like he has anything valuable on him – ah. There’s a look of dawning realization on his face, slowly growing. 

Her charade isn’t going to last much longer at this rate. 

He’s trying to put a reason to the nap on the pavement, but finds himself interrupted by her question. Before he can question it, she’s already moving on, asking for whatever he’s got in his pockets. Blue eyes slowly blink for a moment, self discovery momentarily halted as he finds his doormat nature emerging.

“On...On hand? I, uh...” Hands slowly delve into the front one of his sweater and slowly emerges, fingers parting to reveal...

Marisa thinks about this for a moment as their foreheads come together with a ‘CRACK!’ Then there’s a flood of regret and pain as she flops backward onto the pavement, vision momentarily blurred from their violent contact. Her head is swimming as she takes a moment to regain focus and sit up and –

<<What the heck is up with you?>> 

“I-I didn’t do it on purpose!” His voice cracks in the slightest from his position, only taking a few more moments before finally pushing himself up on his elbows to properly address the rogue ear-puller with mismatched blues.

“I’m sorry, OK? I just...That really hurt! W-Why were you pulling on my ears? And why was I lying down in the first place...”

‹ ⚡ ›   “You again.”

What’s with kids and wandering into the junkyard? The same kid, no less, from weeks prior. A sharp exhale vents from parted lips as the bruiser closes distance between himself and the presumed child invading his claimed territory.

That being said, Abel does his best to not jump 50 feet in the air at both the voice and the approach of a giant robot.

”U-Um, well...I was just wondering....” A sharp pause, an inhale, and then he steadies himself.

WELL, THIS IS a mess, to put it lightly. Marisa kneels down in front of the kid – is he conscious? She can’t even tell at this point – and stares, teeth grit tightly as she wonders what in every hell happened. First, she was flying fast and there was no one, then the kid walked out of a building and bam! She’d toppled head-over-heels off her broom herself, but only ended up with a few scrapes and cuts. Her unintentional target, on the other hand…

He still hasn’t woken up, that’s what. She’s usually not one for any sort of survivor’s guilt, but she does feel a tad concerned that perhaps she’s done some serious damage this time. So, gently, she grabs one of his ears – and yanks, hard.

He hits the ground out cold, something slamming into his head with enough force to knock him clean out. Sprawled on the concrete, there’s already a nasty bruise forming on his head. His state of consciousness means he doesn’t even notice the woman who did this to him in the first place...

Until the splitting pain of his ear being nearly yanked off hits like a truck. 

“OW--!!”

          “Ah, sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

If the young man had to be honest, this white-haired boy seemed like a real ball of nerves, oh well, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t worked with before. Had his hair gone white with shock, like what happens in those fantasy stories? That would be odd, but not unexpected, considering his surroundings. But that’s besides the point. Ryuunosuke knew how to handle this; people were usually nervous around him, especially when they saw his less socially acceptable side.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets in a casual manner and smiled just a little brighter. He wanted to give off a relaxed, calming vibe, so that the other may go with it.

     Especially considering the question he was about to pose wasn’t a very considerate one.

He seemed nice, at least! He gave off an overall friendly demeanor, one that made Abel relax in the slightest. While he had originally been nervous of mostly anybody who approached in this city, he quickly learned that got you nowhere if you wanted to make friends. Besides, he simply found it too hard to not be nice if not wary.

Scooting to the side a little in case the stranger wanted to sit instead of stand, the pastry in hand was lowered to his lap out of politeness. He was still hungry, but it’d be rude to eat suddenly in a conversation like this. His stomach would just have to wait until this had passed.

It does, admittedly, catch him quite off guard. He’s been asked a lot of curious questions, but his eyes of all things were hardly something people found a suitable conversation topic. A finger raises to skim the eye in question, words catching for a few moments before he finds it in him to answer. 

“Uh, w-well...No, I can’t. Most people can’t tell like that.... you must be pretty observant, sir.”

‘More like mega creepy.’

Eating lunch at a café was a little more expensive than Ryuunosuke had wished it to be, but it did allow him the opportunity to see more of the citizens in the daylight. And though most people were quite normal looking, with some really odd outliers in between, the young man’s observations were still unfulfilled. What he was missing was someone who was just a little odd. Someone who didn’t quite fit the standard, but wasn’t totally nonhuman either.

     And he had just found this niche.

It took him two takes to really see what was going on. This boy seemed to be blind in one eye, it wasn’t very easy to notice from a distance, but with the proper knowledge Ryuunosuke had become aware of it without focusing too much. As such he made his way over to this individual, lunch and tea in hand, to strike up a friendly conversation.

Cravings that, in the end, distract him from the footsteps approaching with a purpose.

He isn’t expecting to be addressed personally, and jolts abruptly in a manner that nearly ends with his food on the ground. Abel attempts to salvage his composure, tightening his grip and turning with blinking blues to somebody. He’s greeted by an amiable smile, a purple jacket, and, with further inspection--

‘Oh, sweet mother of hell. Call the fashion police, those shoes are gonna give me an spiritual hernia.’

Had he been any less prepared for the internal commentary, he’d have spluttered, but he manages to catch himself beforehand in order to properly respond to the odd request.