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Ravens are known to be a sign of luck, and Raven could really use some right about now. She’d asked around for directions to the nearest field, which was surprisingly vast. Once she got there, she lifted her mask up above her mouth and started making a rather obnoxious sound, sounds you’d hear from a corvid.

After awhile, she’d finally gotten a black bird to land near her, only to find she’d attracted a crow. Disgusting, she thought, shooing the creature. As she was about to give up, a loud, monstrous sound rang through the field. Immediately drawing her sword, she scanned the field for some sign of whatever made that sound.

--Above!

A massive black bird-like creature swooped down at her, and the sheer size of it was too large for Raven to jump out of the way. The impact had her spinning, her mask easily falling off her face and hitting the ground. How she managed to stay on her feet was likely a miracle, but the creature was ready for more before she could even fully recover. 

Rolling just barely out of the way, she watched the creature swoop back up into the air. It was far from over, and Raven was finding herself too weak to deal with it on her own.

After inserting his dollar and selecting what he wanted, he patiently waited for almost 3 whole minutes before he realized the thing was broken.

“..Oh come on.” Maybe if he shook it? That never works, but he’s trying anyway to no avail. Maybe he should ask for help? With that he turned to the nearest passerby. “Hey uh. Is it illegal to break the glass to get my snack if I already paid for it?”

Yes. Yes it is, Scott.

Watching the leaves slowly drift down from a tree’s branches always filled Barriss with a sense of melancholy. Though she was a warrior, there was something about the idea of loss, of uncontrollable death, which made her feel a twinge of sadness, even if it was something entirely natural.

Bending down, the Mirialan picked up one of the leaves. Closing her eyes, she brought the withered plant to her chest. For a moment, the leaf twitched, regaining some of its green hue and seeming almost to pulse with life -- but in an instant, it lost its original color once more, becoming dead and lifeless once again.

     “Oiiiii! Do you know where’s a good open area to deal with thugs?”

     | Being in a hurry, finding a proper guide to resolve such case apparently wasn’t a viable option in the nick of time! In short to explain his current situation. He had been chased by a few thugs, and he would need less innocent humans to be around getting hurt. |

     | As much how painful did it sound to be involved in thugs problems, he didn’t really give any care about that, if he’s not the one in wrong. |     

Shigaraki Tomura disliked stupid, petty crimes. People who called themselves ‘evil’ because of them were too plentiful, and they were all just edgy pretenders. Sadly, he had to succumb to their tactics in this city, considering the lack of back up or funding he had from the villain alliance and sensei.

He spent his days outside pick pocketing money, to pay for simple, cheap meals and save up for bigger things, such as video games. Today was one of those days again: Hunting day. A day on which he tried to pocket more money than usual to treat himself to something good.

     Sadly his newest victim had other plans with him.

The moment the villain had reached for where he guessed the other’s wallet was located he was grabbed by the wrist. With wide open, scarlet eyes half-hidden behind the hand on his face he looked at the man. He didn’t look shocked as much as he looked offended by the fact that he was caught red-handed.

@dainokishi liked for a starter!!

      The tires to the cab screeched away as Barbara crossed her arms over her chest. Apparently the city wasn’t any different than any other one. Cabs needed fare, and as she had looked into her backpack she’d found she was running way too low on funds. She turned on her heels and sought out a random passer-by. 

----[♕] Scarlet, gold, and orange leaves contrast with a mercury-toned sky; sprays of goldenrod, chrysanthemums, and red spider lilies, for their part, extend from their barriers to intrude upon the concrete sidewalk. The boy finds solace in these colors, so different from the palette of grey and browns which characterize the other sectors. Besides, plants make lovely companions -- they will not disrupt thoughts or share secrets. Yes, a walk through this sector is the nearest to contentment he can hope to find. 

So he wanders, no destination in mind. How could this sector, unlike the others, hold so much life? A patch of pumpkins blocks his path, though they seem... strange. An intoxicating scent emanates from their smooth, orange skin, and he draws closer, extending his hand towards the vegetable...

“Uwaahh!”

A vine digs into his wrist and his arm and his chest and lifts him up, up, up into the air, leaving his feet dangling uselessly as he struggles against this rogue plant. It’s like Zagan’s dungeon, he thinks -- but that was different; there, he had a better weapon, greater strength, three others at his side... 

        No... Don’t think about things like that. Not now.

But before he knows it, he’s falling to the pavement. His eyes squeeze shut in anticipation of the impact, but instead of solid concrete, he falls into a stranger’s arms. How shameful.

After an encounter with Matt Engarde, Franziska had longed only for the solitude of the office. Unfortunately, fate would not be so kind - a certain Klavier Gavin appeared, ostensibly to tidy up the office (though the effect was the opposite, Franziska thinks). So, whereas she had hoped to spend a relaxing evening delving into a fresh stack of paperwork, she instead finds herself stepping angrily down the street in a futile attempt to clear her head.

She usually pays attention to her surroundings. Usually. This time, it’s already too late when she sees the beam loosen from its support. Her eyes widen in that split second before her collision with - 

Another person? A man tackles her to the ground, pushing her out of harm’s way. She should be grateful, and yet in this moment, she can think only of her wounded pride.