kids with guns

A question catches her attention once more, however, and the girl’s face contorts in disbelief. "What, this?" She looks at the object in disdain before slapping it unceremoniously against her palm.

Then again, that’s how it is with most things concerning Agitha.

However, the girl’s attention is grabbed once more the moment the stranger demonstrates her odd object, the blonde’s face lighting up as it does so. How fascinating! How… Cute! All it does is simply shoot those harmless, soft looking things out of it? She can’t help but think how fun that would be to use with your friends!

But then again, she wouldn’t really want to fire that at her insect friends…

“Geez, I know it’s fake, but I still wouldn’t call it ‘cute’! I mean, it’s the only weapon I’ve got.”

Raven then freezes as the other’s expression suddenly shifts from one of glee to deep sadness. What’s with her? All this over... a parasol? Aren’t those the fancy things some rich ladies wave around to shade themselves from the sun? Well, if she thinks Raven is going to waste her time trying to comfort her, she’s wrong. 

And apparently, this girl doesn’t even know what a gun is. Has she been living under a rock?

“What do ya’ need a parasol for, anyways? It’s really cold and cloudy here. And as for a real gun... It shoots bullets, but they’re made of metal and they can kill people!”

She watches the screen, lips drawn into a pout. An experiment? Well, isn’t that great? She rubs her head, disoriented and slightly dizzy. How had this happened, anyway? She searches her memory, but cannot find an answer. Even details about her homeland, Olai, and the mission remain just out of reach, an obscured series of points missing that which connects them. A loud sigh, and the girl slides off of the metal table. She looks down at her holster and notices that a plastic toy replaces her handgun, and she frowns. Really, it would be one thing if these freaks just took her gun, but this? This is just insulting.

"Arrrrgh!"

She kicks the now-blank television screen, fighting back tears. Where’s Crow? Is she okay? She balls her hands into fists and digs her nails into her palms to replace emotional anguish with physical pain. A deep breath, and she’s ready.

The door opens to a buzz of people, and Raven wastes no time running in front of a passerby and aiming her gun at them. The gesture appears somewhat tough, doesn’t it? Even if the foam bullets are not.

— and definitely not a girl pointing a nerf gun at his face.

The confusion in his face quickly turns into annoyance, which turns into a look of disapproval and disbelief that one certainly wouldn’t find in a generic child who barely entered puberty. Hibiya drops the hands he’s raised instinctively upon receiving the threat. Honestly, he doesn’t feel like helping her — what if this girl she’s looking for is as crazy as her?! 

But glaring through narrowed chocolate slits, he answers anyway.

“Apologize? Why would I do that? I mean, I got dropped off into some experiment with a buncha’ people I don’t know. And that makes just going up to some random jerk and asking a little unwise, don’t you think?”

She pouts at the stranger, completely unaware of any irony in her statement. Then, she tilts her head, pondering for a moment before speaking.

She watches the screen, lips drawn into a pout. An experiment? Well, isn’t that great? She rubs her head, disoriented and slightly dizzy. How had this happened, anyway? She searches her memory, but cannot find an answer. Even details about her homeland, Olai, and the mission remain just out of reach, an obscured series of points missing that which connects them. A loud sigh, and the girl slides off of the metal table. She looks down at her holster and notices that a plastic toy replaces her handgun, and she frowns. Really, it would be one thing if these freaks just took her gun, but this? This is just insulting.

"Arrrrgh!"

She kicks the now-blank television screen, fighting back tears. Where’s Crow? Is she okay? She balls her hands into fists and digs her nails into her palms to replace emotional anguish with physical pain. A deep breath, and she’s ready.

The door opens to a buzz of people, and Raven wastes no time running in front of a passerby and aiming her gun at them. The gesture appears somewhat tough, doesn’t it? Even if the foam bullets are not.

A look of perplexity is offered the moment a rather eccentric object is pointed in the blonde’s face, the girl wondering just what in the world it could be. Coming from a land where things such as ‘guns’ do not exist, it’s no wonder that the female doesn’t even register that she’s being threatened at the moment.

"Eh?" is all she utters for the moment, an innocent head tilt being given at the stranger’s earnest question. She doesn’t recall seeing anyone that looked like this girl anywhere for if she had, she definitely would have said so the moment their eyes locked! Or at least, maybe; insects had always been Agitha’s priority over people.

A question catches her attention once more, however, and the girl's face contorts in disbelief. "What, this?" She looks at the object in disdain before slapping it unceremoniously against her palm.