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“Well, hello there,” Mercutio greeted the stranger. He literally had to look straight down, craning his neck to do so. He was busy sorting through some rubble. Sometimes you could find the most amazing things just left there, and he loved finding little trinkets to polish up and make as new.

“Mm? Ah, this is nothing to worry about. A minor injury.” He was looking down at his hand. The girl had not pointed it out, but he thought it better to preempt it by addressing it himself. A bit of rubble had fallen on it when he pushed some rock away. No big deal.

It had only crushed his arm completely, leaving just a purple, swollen, broken mess, after all. There was nothing to worry about, really--his arm was subtly changing. A few strange sounds came from the broken limb; the swelling was slowly disappearing; color slowly began to return; and it was slowly bulking back up. 

Just half a minute later, and it seemed good as new. Well, except the fact that it was still rather twisted. This was easily fixed by Mercutio snapping everything back into place with a pop, moving every joint with ease again.

Haru wasn’t quite sure why she had approached the young woman, given that she usually tended to leave others to their own business unless they seemed in complete distress. But then again, she was also the same person who had followed a stray cat on a whim at one point, so she supposed it wasn’t completely out of the question.

Still, the girl sitting by herself on a nearby park bench didn’t seem particularly upset, rather... Extremely tired. Perhaps a bit forlorn? Lost, perhaps? Haru wasn’t able to immediately read someone like that, but given how disoriented she herself was, it was easy to see others in a similar plight. Not to mention it was extremely cold this evening, even with her fleece jacket wrapped around her. 

“I’m sorry to bother you, but are you alright?” She says gently, hopefully not startling the girl from her thoughts. When she looks up to meet Haru’s gaze, she had to train her expression not to startle. 

    THOUGH NOT ENTIRELY SURE to what time period she’d been taken to in this city, it sure wasn’t the eighties anymore. Jean hadn’t really bothered taking a look at the phone she had been given too in-depth before, not having anyone to call, but a mixture of boredom and curiosity had gotten to her.

sometimes u just fuckin die young naoto i’m sure u can relate–

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Loana!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 259.

You will retain everything you were given in your previous stay.

Dropped!

In between the time for his job, shopping, and trying to keep tabs on his friends, Cloud had found less and less time for night patrols. Even a SOLDIER needed regular sleep, and a few hours at the start and end of each night weren’t generally cutting it anymore. Still, he found some time here and there to go wandering around, and there was never a shortage of crimes to stop.

This one, on the other hand, was happening during broad daylight. That was certainly less common... as was the fact that the victim seemed to be more or less holding his own.

Maybe he was misinterpreting the situation, but as far as Cloud could tell, there were ten of these guys all trying to take down the same victim. And based on the colors of their clothes and glimpses of tattoos, he was betting they were a small-time gang.

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