Replay

Yoink!

“Eh-”

Well, she knew where she was going; her head wasn’t down all the way. She’s done this all the time in the past that its become natural. But having been yoinked at the collar as she walked past was something new. Her leg lifted in the air in a more comedic manner due to the yoink itself before landing flat on the ground once more.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare I know its rude to stare that’s why I looked away ah please don’t hurt me…!”

The fact that Alexis said all that with great speed without twisting her tongue is impressive in itself. This is partially due to her small voice acting experience as, well, she does little things in her free time… Assuming she’s got the sudden burst of motivation to do so.

For now, she’s got an intimidating guy grabbing onto her collar.

Alexis let out a mutter, her voice going high in pitch to signify her fluster. “New world new people…”

Abbacchio blinks quizzically, lightly letting go of her collar. She didn’t seem to be paying any heed to the pole he thought she was walking towards, rather stuttering out apology after apology. Was he mistaken? Great, looks like he’s just harassing a girl for no reason. He looks around, hoping no one saw that, taking a step away. Nope. No menacing gangster harassing an underage girl. Not him. 

  only a day…?

  if anything aside from the current situation will jar him, it’s that. perhaps it was only a day; his team wasn’t in charge of trish for long, but after the encounter with the boss… well, bruno isn’t sure how well he kept up in the end.

  ( the living dead don’t exactly hold themselves to normal time standards, do they? )

  “ truly? you could have fooled me, ” bruno responds, seizing the opportunity to try and clear the air with a light tease. still, the question makes him deflate more, hand up at his shoulder to mess with the attached zipper.

  “ no, i haven’t, ” he answers curtly, a stone dropping into his stomach. there’s… no proof this isn’t a different place for the dead. sure, the feeling of life in his body could be a gift of sorts, which would only leave one possible person to meet as far as he knows. “ fortunately for you, you may be able to go a full 24-hours without a headache for once. ”

“...?” 

Though Bucciarati was still keeping up his usual demeanor, something about Abbacchio’s response seemed to bother him. Did something happen to someone else on the team? But if it was something serious, Bucciarati wouldn’t keep it from him. Most likely if something was wrong, it was a personal matter that wasn’t any of Abbacchio’s business. Better to ignore it and focus on the situation at hand. 

“I suppose you’re right,” he shrugs his shoulders, leaving it at that. “Not that the current situation is helping that. I swear, I can’t even begin to wrap my head around what’s going on here.” 

    oh you have got to be kidding her!

 what was concern and embarrassment over an accident is quickly shifted to annoyance and anger. just who did he think he was, yelling at her like that?! all over a simple accident? and to top it off, he called her a brat. a BRAT! Kagome may be a lot of things, but she was definitely not a brat! hands press firmly on her hips, eyes narrowing to glare. to anyone who knew her, they knew what was coming. hell, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to fire right back at the man she accidentally ran into. 

          but there certainly wasn’t any need for him to snap at her like that either!

     “ Well maybe if you weren’t blocking half the sidewalk, I wouldn’t have ran into you!“ if he wants to yell, she can do it right back! now, usually, Kagome can be pretty reasonable. but she was also known for temper. and with the stressful events of the day, something was bound to snap sooner rather than later.

” It was an accident! it’s not like I did it on purpose! How about you chill out instead of biting some stranger’s head off!?! You’re not the only one who got dumped in some strange city, you know! “

The young girl visibly bristles at his chastising, and promptly throws it right back at him. Anyone who had a shred of social tact would realize at this point that they were being an ass and apologize for overreacting over an accident, but Abbacchio was currently severely depleted in tact. 

  for once, in so long, bruno finds himself at a complete and utter loss.

  his shoulders are tense upon hearing his name and the brisk turn on his heels ought to be a telltale sign that he isn’t nearly as composed as he could be. he… shouldn’t be too surprised that abbacchio is here; neither of them made it past their mission to ensure trish’s safety after all, but bruno feels it’s a bit too much of a blessing on his end.

  as a man who failed to save one of his men and dearest companions, the guilt weighs heavily upon his heart. 

  regardless, bruno forcibly steels himself and hopes abbacchio doesn’t ask questions. a small smile crosses his lips, one hand resting against his hip as he leans. he won’t press his problems onto the man, for he’s certain that there’s a mutual understanding with all that has gone on.

  “ abbacchio, ” he greets with a light tone in equal simplicity. “ … it’s good to see you again. how have you been holding up? i’m sorry for leaving you alone for so long. ”

  perhaps he won’t unload the emotional weight he’s carrying in this moment, but he can offer his apologies. it’s what abbacchio deserves, after all.

It doesn’t easily show in his normally composed demeanor, but Abbacchio can see the small chinks in Bucciarati’s armor, shoulders tensed, jaw hard set. It’s understandable, considering the extraordinary circumstances of their situations, even considering their less than typical lifestyle. Especially for someone like Bucciarati, the complete loss of control must be completely jarring. 

However, he’s quick to throw that amiable smile on his face and relax his stance. Doubtless he’s still keeping some thoughts private, but it’s still nice to see a friendly face, and Abbacchio feels himself relax in kind. 

“Not really something you could help,” he answers with a shrug. “Besides, it was only a day. I’m not that attention-starved, Bucciarati.” 

@gothcopsarestillbastards

“Well- That’s something you don’t see everyday…” Alexis always talked to herself no matter where she went. She talks to herself when alone and she talks to herself when out in public. It has become quite a habit. But what she just said now isn’t about the whole new world thing or the fact that she is completely on her own…

Its more about the guy she just glanced at.

He looks so… Extra… As if he’s trying to show off something. She doesn’t know what he is trying to show off but… If her experience with fictional works is anything to go by, the flamboyant outfit is just to help pick him apart from the crowd. The classic game of Spot the Main Character!

Guess that would make Alexis a background character with an outfit like her own, huh? Oh well; she’s a hero in her own story.

Its rude to stare… So she took her eyes off the fella and continued on through the streets of Terra. Her eyes and head went down to avoid eye contact with anyone… Because hoo boy it can get awkward when accidental eye contact happens. And this place is very unfamiliar as it is- she doesn’t know a single person! It feels like the move from America to Japan all over again… Except this time she’s all by herself. This sucks.

And, well, an oar is better than nothing.

Abbacchio’s gaze instinctively flickers towards the source of a nearby voice. The area is relatively empty, only a few people trickling along in the streets, already seeming to be focused on their destination and nothing else. So there is really no mistaking the voice was directed at him. There’s a girl staring at him like he’s a fish out of water. Seriously, what is it with this place and school girls? Is there a curriculum for annoying the fuck out of strangers? Besides, it’s not like his look is that out of the ordinary. 

“Can I help you?” He asks, voice flat, even as the girl has already turned her gaze away. Yeah, that’s right, walk away. He is not above intimidating a teenager. His moment of self satisfaction is short lived as she notices she continues on, head hung and not looking where she’s going. Add not watching where they’re going to the list of things schoolgirls do, apparently. 

       Kagome had gotten used to having some sort of weapon on her at all times– well, most of the time. her bow and arrows were always on her person, and paired with her spiritual powers, it was a powerful combination. but she didn’t have them anymore. in its place was a toy bow and her powers? limited, but to what extent, she’s not too sure. there’s been no chance to test things out and she’s…somewhat grateful about that. it would’ve been a mess to be tossed into battle straight out of the gate and no doubt would it have ended badly for her.

         but…a toy bow? are they serious? if this place wasn’t as safe as it was, why give them TOY weapons? what were they supposed to do, throw the plastic at them in hopes they can make a break for it? she huffs, moving to place the toy bow back inside her bag but is interrupted by someone quite literally crashing in front of her. it’s such a surprise that she yelps, jumping back and instinctively does she hold out the toy weapon in front of her. a beat passes before she realizes how utterly stupid she must look doing that! quickly stowing the toy away, she moves forward again, extending a hand out to the other.

     “ Talk about a crash landing– are you okay? That looked like it hurt. “

@gothcopsarestillbastards​ – starter call

Abbacchio prides himself in his observation skills. Perhaps it carried over from his days in the force as an investigator, or his constant paranoia about enemies around him. Either way, on most occasions, he likes to keep his eyes pried at the world around him. Today was not one of those days. 

Still freshly rattled from being dropped into a fucking sci fi novel, his thoughts are constantly churning, effectively distracting him from whatever was going on around them. He certainly doesn’t notice the young girl crashing into him. 

He lets out a loud curse and eats shit, toppling backwards like the overgrown tree he is. His head hits cobblestone and his teeth snap together, and he just feels a sharp sting shoot through his skull. 

He hisses as he rubs the back of his head. Luckily he doesn’t feel any wetness, but damn, did it hurt. His eyes snap towards the offender, a young girl wearing what looks like a school uniform. She can’t be older than high school age, and probably doesn’t deserve to be yelled at over a simple accident. 

The walls of Terra towered into the sky, almost as if mocking anyone who would dare to try and measure it up. Or maybe it was just an inanimate stack of stones, and Abbacchio needed something to direct his distaste at. But it seemed just as unreachable as that damn princess from that recording. Acting so goddamn high and mighty and self important. Oh sure, so concerned for the citizen’s well-being, even the unwilling residents. But hides herself behind that castle with all of her guards. But that’s to be expected, he supposed. No matter where you went, politics are politics. 

Either way, Abbacchio was on his own again. So he guessed he would have to figure what to do with himself. Or if he would have the willpower to do anything besides wallow in his self pity. 

But the sight of a prim white suit catches his eye, crossing a nearby street. It couldn’t be... Could it? But it’s unmistakable, the sleek dark hair fixed up neatly into those clips, zippers adorning an already attention-grabbing outfit... It was definitely his superior, Bruno Bucciarati. 

A relief too overwhelming for his pride to admit crashes over him like a wave. Out of any familiar faces he could encounter, Bucciarati’s is the most dependable person to be stuck with in such a bizarre situation. Frankly, he’s the only man Abbacchio could completely rely on. So while he’d usually slink away from most others, this time he straightens up and walks briskly towards the other man. 

Sup! I’m Caff, and I’m 28 and have been rping for years! You can check my rules real quick if you want before interacting, but I’m pretty chill! 

A quick tl;dr for Abbacchio

Leone Abbacchio

20 years old

Is a bastard

Probably won’t approach you first

Is more interested in his music than you. 

Really toll

Sulky and angy

Actually does kind of like helping people, but shhhhhhh

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