Masashi Randoh

“You laughed at me, you totally just did! I heard it, well it wasn’t like a loud chuckle… It was one of those “miff” ones, like ya tried to hold it in and it came out with a miff… YOU’RE A MIFFER!”

Whatever that accusation was, it sounded serious. It had to be right? He’d just made up the word all of five seconds ago. But there wasn’t a word to describe a laugh that barely came out, so he had to improvise. This had been the second time since they met that some kind of weighted accusal was thrown in Yuna’s direction. But they only had two exchanges so far, well shoot; that made it seem like Randoh might have been a little on edge huh? Still if she stepped out of line, this whole island would find out that Yuna here was indeed a “miffer”.

“You act like Yuna’s a rare name? It’s common with egotistical parents in Japan. It means Lovely Maiden…”

… Like a Seven Forty Seven was roaring down the air strip in his direction, Randoh’s eyes widened as he had JUST now realized the meaning of the name.

Lovely maiden? I got stuck with that name?! Why the hell do girls got to have names that focus on their gender!? Whatever happened to titles that were designed to make people think? Limitless Dreamer or Unwavering Soul… No no no, I get stuck with lovely freaking maiden… DAMN YOU MANABE!

The depression wasn’t something he could hide, between violent head shaking, growling and teeth gnashing; Randoh had completely forgotten someone else was even there. It was common for his mind to dwell on something, especially if it damaged his pride. Eventually he did come to realize that he was still talking with someone… and tried to over compensate with a poor attempting at being over feminine.

“Wow really? Then both of us have super cute names! Yay us!”

Blue eyes glanced backwards slightly as they briefly looked over Yuna.  Her armored boots halted again and she turned around quickly. - 

“Just call me Lightning.“

- Great.  With that out of the way she would turn around again an begin to walk.  Quite the talker, wasnt she?  She was aware that the conversation probably was not going to end there, and was mentally preparing for the irritation she would have to face from having a few full on conversations with someone.  Then again, after being in Valhalla for so long, she could spare a few exchanges. 

“Ah don’t worry, if anyone tries anything; I’ll give them the good old durability test.”

“Right…“

- Skeptical.  She would say the world slowly, as if not believing the girl who was trailing along behind her.  Then again, Light had never seen Vanille as the type to do battle..or Serah, and they had proved her wrong, so it was best not to underestimate. -

“It hopefully won’t come to that.“

To make sure there was no repeat of the previous incident, Randoh had the bright idea of trying to run ahead of her... but his mind caused both heels to lock into the dirt skidding to an immediate halt. One wrong sweep of the wind and this flimsy skirt wouldn't be able to hide his secret. So the natural conclusion had to be to simply walk beside her.

Kinda gave her a goofy smile as if he knew that standing beside her was something she mentally protested to. But this was the best position to keep his own status safe, so he'd have to endure Lightnings glares until they made it inside. Didn't girls do girly stuff like walk beside one another talking about boring stuff? Soooo... he just needed to think of a really boring topic. But - if it was boring there was no way he'd know enough about it to talk. Crap crap crap!

”I uh, like your outfit... Its really, silver and... armory.”

Well this quite frankly blew, it should have been easier to deal with total strangers on an island than an entire school, but it was like everyone had some kinda super power to avoid. Summoning spirits, bladed petals, the list goes on. All it would take is one mouthy mind reader or ex-ray vision person and whoosh, all of this island would know that there was no girl here. The likely conclusion they'd have to fall to is that Randoh was some kinda pervert. It wasn't true though! Ahhh, he was totally being framed!

”HUAH! Ho-...How'd ya catch up to me that quick!”

That bad habit of getting what he was thinking and what was going on mixed up kicked in. As the girl bent over him, his first thought was someone had come to exact the punishment he'd just thought on. But- there was one small problem, this chick looked pretty weak. Like one of those girls that get the books slapped out of their hands in the hall way.

Not that I ever did that...

Still her initial appearance had caused him to recoil, as if the ground had turned into a burner. There was a quick spin before he'd managed to shoot a good 7 feet away from her in a backward crawl, kicking up the earth as he went. That was going to lead to grass stains, but hell the trap was already a total mess from his other encounters; these clothes were probably damaged beyond washing.

Shot one accusatory finger in the woman's direction, declaring his protest with her appearance.

” Ya can't just show up like that! Give a gu-...irl some warning! Ya know like, “HEY! I'm standing behind you” or “ Ready or not, here I come.” and if your into spots, maybe yelling “ FOUR” wouldn't be too much to ask?”

Most of that was rambling, he completely didn't pick up on anything Yuna said really.

Briefly…very quickly…like it never took place in the first place, and if you were to bring it up the pinkette might actually punch you in the face so you had something to use your face muscles for.

“Wha-What do ya mean behind?! Don’t accuse me of that! You’re the one that started walking ahead!”

“ Right…“

- No one said Yuna had to come with.  Light usually worked better alone anyway, I mean really, did Light look like she was anyones caregiver?- 

He sure was slow. She had to wonder why the need to `stop and smell the roses`was even—? Huh, she sensed eyes on her, and her own hues narrowed into a glower as her hands moved automatically.  One hand reached out as her gunblade that served the divine Etro materialized, and the other was held extended at her side to stop the girlboy from walking. -

“Wait.“

- She commanded, listening, thinking…it seemed whatever was eyeing them had stopped… and she would lower her weapon a bit, a furrow of her brow the only indication that she was still thinking about the feeling she had just gotten. Something had been staring at them (or just her, but she didnt know that). Her eyes looked back to Yuna. Had she felt it too? She was uncertain, perhaps she would speak up about it if she had.  

With a “tch” and a shake of her own head she would start walking again. - 

“This place can really put you on edge.“

Man, what the heck was she laughing at? This kinda stuff could really blow his cover; maybe it was best to speak as little as possible? Yeah but women were talkers, most of them never stopped yapping about really boring stuff. But this girl wasn’t like that, woman-… This woman wasn’t like that.

But she still wasn’t surrendering her name, what was Randoh supposed to call her? Hey you? Taffy top? Popsicle? Cherry head? Well that last one was pretty lame. Girls could get pretty secretive, which made sense cause he’d had to become pretty damn secretive himself after Manabe screwed up his face. Yeah he liked to look at Rina’s face, but that didn’t mean he wanted to HAVE the damn thing. Shiiiit! He’d been a monumental tower of pure testosterone for all the lower males to see and wish they could be as great… how could this really have happened!?

While lost in a mountain of dismay and depression, the high strung chick got even more - high strung and demanded the area move to silence and stillness. Blinking a bit, he’d take a glance around for her mentioned assailant but not quite able to find the cause of her panic.

… Oh shit! Shes sensing me? The hell kinda person can feel that? Is she even human or what?

“Ah don’t worry, if anyone tries anything; I’ll give them the good old durability test.”

AKA he’d beat them senseless until their bodies endurance and stamina failed them. Usually that didn’t take very long, while his tactics tended to be thuggish in combat; he was still a black belt and judo champion in Japan. But a lot of these inhabitants didn’t seem very human and Randoh didn’t know the effects his fist would have on some monster or cyborg.

If she thought about it, the city wasn’t that far off from where she used to live, back when the Plate covered everything and kept the light from reaching the slums. Before everything had happened of course, before it fell. That small notion had helped her get used to things months passed, and now that she was back from wherever it had been that she had been sent via Goddess Airline it was doing the same thing.

The day was wearing down, the setting sun visible even through the darkness that seemed to shroud the city like a thick miasma, wanting to bring everyone down and everyone who had found their way into her bar had found their way back out, leaving the barmaid to her own devices as she cleaned up and waited for the next rush- if there would even be a next rush.

You never could tell around here, where the mood changed more often than the tide of the nearby beach.

It didn’t take long to clean up, dirty tumblers and other assorted things washed and set out to dry, trash picked up and taken out, surfaces wiped down. Tifa had it down to a science really. Years of practice turning it into an art form.

She didn’t know how long she had been resting in the empty, freshly cleaned bar when she decided to go outside for a breath of fresh air. Untucking the cloth from her pocket, Tifa swept her hair back and headed out to rest on the stoop before the front entrance, almost sprawling in a way she hadn’t in so long now and, even though she knew that it would be almost impossible to see anything, she tilted her head back to see if she could find any stars, shooting or otherwise- an old habit from when she was but a child, not that most people would know that of course.

Seriously! Didn’t this goddess know he was still only 17 here? That meant Randoh was still a product of the system, unable to fend for himself. Housing may have been provided for, but where was all the food? As if his body needed to lose anymore weight! The last thing on his mind was keeping a feminine figure, the kid wanted a steak in his stomach or maybe some curry, soba noodles, sweet and sour chicken, pork… AH! The only thing on his mind right now was all the food he DIDN’T have!

Grumbling and whining, the trap practically crawled down the road heading back to his apartment. Maybe Suigintou would share the meat from whoever she assassinated tonight? Did that chick even eat? If she did, it’d probably be suicide trying to take or even ask for anything she possessed. At this moment, Randoh probably looked something like what a gunshot victim would appear as if the bullet hit their stomach. One hand stayed rested on his gut while the other propped against the dirt trying to keep the boy up, his feet simply dragging behind.

The strength to do even that eventually left him, which resulted in Randoh sprawling face first into the dirt... Yeah, this seemed like a good place to expire. At least dying in a foreign land meant that Rina would never find out her sister had been a boy in disguise. The real Yuna would eventually come back to her, everything would be fine...

So that was all very Shakespearian and over dramatic, the act came to and end when a soft voice from above him gave a typical greeting. His body may have been drained but it seemed Randoh’s manors pulled through on this… though a bit awkward in their execution.

”Evening”

“Hwey thware.”

“Entered?… Oh the city? No not yet. I was uh, not looking to settle down ya know?”

A soft snort from the pinkette.  Lightning was not humorless herself, and she was quite the deadpan snarker when she wanted to be.  This comment sort of resonated as being a bit funny to her and would evoke a shake of her head and comment of her own. - 

“I don’t think you’re the only one.“

- Reclaiming her stoic nature she would quirk a brow when the brunette became agitated by being referred to as a kid, but come one, she couldnt have been any older than Vanille and Hope right?! Of course Light’s lack of interaction with anyone under the age of 18 probably had something to do with her perspective on age. 

“I’m not a kid lady, I’m like…probably 17…”

Seventeen, huh? Thats still a child. Her brain retorted but she simply would breathe a sigh and utter a soft. -

“Right…“

- Seventeen was younger than Serah. A kid in Lightning’s eyes, she wasnt even considered an adult yet anyway. She was quiet, as the name was stated, something was off about it, though Lightning wouldnt pry where she had no interest or business. Of course it struck her as odd, and irritating that she would be lied to from the start, but she would overlook it for the time being. - 

“Right…Kurumi Yuna…“

- She would state again, her typical stern demeanor returning as her gaze moved back to the city, and as if simply on impulse her footsteps would begin to carry her towards the entrance. - 

” He- Hey that’s not fair. Don’t they teach ya proper etto- ettica… Eddie cat… from where ever you came originally? I gave ya the name Yuna, so throw me a bone here why don’cha?”

There was just no talent in this boy for when it came to acting like the appearance that became his identity. The word etiquette went right over his head and the wording that was chosen sounded like it was right out of the thug life style, making it seem more like his natural territory. On top of that, by trying to keep his lies to a minimal with the knight, it actually made him sound more suspicious. A normal person would have simply stated “I said my name is Yuna.” But Randoh clearly had made an attempt to prevent falsehood by saying what the lie was stated as before, instead of verbalizing a new one. In his own way, it was how Masashi was paying respect to her.

While it was no talent in his arsenal to actually be able to read people, this woman had made it clear - or at least hinted at, she knew something was off. Hopefully the trap wouldn’t get put into another situation where lying was necessary. Well he somehow doubted the pinkette was the type to start talking about fashion or boys, so the typical made up lies he had to conjure around Yuki, Keiko and Midori shouldn’t be needed. But there was a trade off, this type tended to find actions to be more relevant than words and as such, they tended to constantly make assessments based on those they viewed. Randoh was going to need to keep the conversation on the focus of something that was natural to him and didn't draw attention to the idea that this female face was a false one.

“Guess it’s good I don’t have to enter this thing alone. Let’s do it.”

He’d take up pace behind her, finding it much safer when she couldn’t place her eyes directly on him. Also she seemed to have other natural gifts that became safer to view from her blind side.

Shit what am I doing? I can’t be looking at this!

But how can I look away… that seems like the greater crime.

Get it together Masashi! Girls don’t look at other girls asses! Or legs… figure, or hope they turn around so you can see the outline of their… lips, wait no that was supposed to be breasts… What do you mean supposed?! You’re supposed to stop looking! Come on man, the grass, the sky, the city we’re walking toward; just put your eyes some where else!

“If you just stand there, you’ll get left behind.“

"Omg yes guys! Shes completely amazing, RP with her! You will not regret it!"

Wait a sec, if they all RP with her; then she'll have less time for me...

- Steals Lightning-mun.-

"Never mind! Shes all mine, I wont let anyone have her! AH HA HA HA!"

Someone must have heard her, someone had to. She didn’t want to die like this! No not like this. Wounds that she didn’t know she had, wounds she never could have had! How was it possible to get wounds like this when she never have had flesh? It was utterly impossible. There was no way. In order to obtain wounds one must have two components: Flesh and a thing to have inflicted puncture upon the flesh. None of the two she had not even gotten. 

Another strike of pain ran through her spine as someone made contact with her, going as far to picking her off the ground. That had made another scar to split open and blood to fall downward unto the hands and arms of the human. She felt sorry for the other slightly, knowing that the unnatural shade of purple might sicken the other. Oh, Crystals! The pain hurt so much and she had to bite back on another howl of pain. However she wasn’t stopped in curling her lip upward, reveling behind her mandibles sharp teeth.

But to her mouth’s despise, the two left mandibles, that were already on the verge of falling off, came off. Oh dear. That wasn’t good, no not at all. Now Amidatelion could be nicknamed as half-jaw, seeing as the four mandibles she had were now just two. Her answer to the other would have to come as late seeing as how half her face was in a tremendous amount of pain. By the Yukish Crystal! She could even taste the purplish blood that was now entering her mouth. It was so.. salty. Not only salty but it was so gross. She wanted to throw up, may it be blood or stomach acid, but she just wanted that taste out of her mouth. Too bad there wasn’t any food in the Yuke’s stomach.

In response to the fallen jaws, Amidatelion raised her bloodied hand to cover her left side of her face. Now the other would be looking at her face! Oh Crystals! She cupped her hand around the area that came apart, her eyes only glancing at the female that was carrying her.

Shit shit shit shit! Bad move Masashi!

  This woman was barely holding on to consciousness and his first reaction was to pick her up? It may have been the fastest and most effective way to get her to some aid, but the basics he knew about physician type stuff; rule one was not to touch their body until confirming more damage won’t be done by doing so. But hell, it wasn’t like he kept a gurney with him at all times (but with all the fights he got in, that might have been a good idea). Rule two was to take the patients mind off the situation. This also posed a problem because either as Yuna or Randoh, his people skills were just plain shit shit shit shit.

  I see what you did there…

  The hell? Now he was examining his own thought processes? Hardly the time to being doing that, there was a woman in really bad shape. Luckily after spending so much time around a crazy doctor, Masashi had managed to pick up on a few of the basics. Manabe may have been a psycho, but the fact that Randoh went from a chard hamburger to a beautiful teenage girl… (well trap anyway) – Showed that the doc at the very least was flawless in his profession.

  “I’m Kurumi Yuna, why don’t you tell me your name and how you got in this condition, alright?”

   It was almost ironic, when Randoh tried to act female - it came out awkward and forced; however in a situation like this, where someone else's condition was on the line? He easily cast aside his masculine pride and the personality of a genuine woman became more believable.

Keeping her body supported, he’d focus his power into keeping his arms steady so that there was very little vibration in which to agitate the woman’s wounds. The teens focus was centered on progress at the same time, taking long yet stable strides in order to keep the pace constant while traveling.