THE RIPPER

His nose scrunches as his lips turn downward into a frown. Nearly two months wandering this place, and the first person that he recognizes is someone he does not consider an ally. It was the Cleaner who wielded the scissors. She had posed a viable threat to two members of the Raiders: Noerde, who's static strands of hair were not enough to quash this pesky source of trouble, and Jabber.

✂ Zodyl was likely aware of her trick, but that didn't really matter at the time. She couldn't use her Vital Instrument, and she definitely didn't have a gun on her to pull out of her hair and shoot. From what she'd heard, killing him wouldn't even really accomplish anything thanks to the ability to respawn. That was kind of a pain in the ass, right? Then again, maybe Enjin would be a little less strict about her not killing people if she couldn't.

There truly were far too many people at the moment. The crowd seemed to materialize around him and all he could do was remove himself from the heart of it. He has been watching instead when a voice chimed in. At least he wasn’t as caught off guard as before.

✂ "Knew it." The girl snapped her fingers when he admitted to her assumption. Not that it was all that hard to guess. Most adults didn't like being bothered by kids, especially where she came from. It just so happened that she was pretty strong and experienced "for a kid". Maybe that was the case for most kids living on the Ground though.

"Oh come oooon don't be like that. Nobody's done it so far and even if they did catch me I'm pretty sure I could handle them." Of course her new partner in crime didn't know that but she'd hopefully learn soon enough...

✂ "Catch you? So you do just book it if it looks like things might get dicey, huh?" Well, considering Sparkle's overall demeanor, it wasn't that surprising to hear. Riyo knew a thing or two about tactical retreats from her own experience, but she usually wasn't poking the hornet's nest for fun and then running away.

" Didja? I gotta get to using this more-- but it's not like I've had anybody to reach out to with it, " Enjin fishes the phone out of his jacket pocket, and jams his thumb onto the screen. Someone at the bus station had mentioned that his loved one's name appeared on the contact list one day. Enjin hadn't put two and two together to realize that people who appeared in this city would automatically show up on the directory.

✂ "What? You haven't made any friends? You really that helpless despite being the most extroverted member of our squad?" Riyo teased and stuck out her tongue mockingly. She was social enough, but she didn't have the same oomf to her personality that Enjin did. Rudo was Rudo, and Zanka was Zanka. They were both way too awkward in their own unique ways.

"Everyone's got a different kind of special, y'know? AND I can just tell that you got your own!" He learned from someone that mentioning a lady's scent was not smart. He keeps that to himself.

✂ "Scent? Huh. I've been told I don't smell like much." Which was entirely intentional. Made killing easier back in the day when there was nothing to trace you after, but it was an old habit that had stuck. Riyo had... techniques. Maybe saying that made her sound even more suspicious though? Oh well. Too late.

"Yup! I'm going around asking all sorts of questions to see if my track record would be supported if and when I run for office." And she seemed like the kind of human that Power would like. "So if you turned out to have killed someone, then I'd go 'me too'!"

✂ "Oh. Huh. There a lot of murderers around here then? Scary." She lied, because she was actually intrigued by that. Of course, if she wasn't assumed to be a killer it could likely be assumed that Riyo was a fighter just from her appearance alone. Would this girl pick up on that? It remained to be seen. She reminded her a little bit of Guita. Older though.

Vivianne pauses as the girl leaning against the wall speaks. "Oh? Really?" She asks, then backs away a little from the door like it might burn her. Or hit her if it swung open.

✂ Riyo didn't really want to throw the business under the bus or anything, but she also couldn't stand the idea of someone mistreating someone else's hair. It would have also been easy for her to offer her own services, but she was aware of how suspicious that would make her look. A teenaged girl telling you a store sucked and then offering you the same services would naturally lead to the assumption that the teenager was lying to benefit herself.