Ooh, what a tiny firecracker she was! Ji-Woon’s incoming guffaw wouldn’t be stiffed in the slightest; his head flew back due to the sheer force of it all as it echoed through the empty alleyways… although its overall volume didn’t back such an action up any. Despite the few alleys being empty, the treacherous feeling of brick walls closing in on all sides… dark, damp from fresh rain, slightly illuminated by blinks of pink… the odd sensation of being followed lingered. Just like the real deal.
The shifty fit of laughter, it died out so abruptly it was almost uncanny. His head slowly reverted to an upright position… ah, but his grin remained. The hand that gripped the bloodied bat settled against his hip for now, and all weight would be shifted that way.
“Ah… so I look good, then?” English felt like poison on his tongue, it had been so long.
Freddie Mercury… he was an American singer, yes? Yes, yes, that’s right… one known for his outlandish fashion and music admittedly ahead of its time. And yet, he took his last breath about 30 years ago. Most likely even more now. Old news.
Either way, The Trickster didn’t appreciate the sudden company after such a long, hard trial. It was late, he was exhausted–and he hardly had the patience to babysit some lowly brat who looked like she plunged out of the nearest sewer.
“Mm, while I must say that you do really suit these dirty streets, I assume this is not where you live…” A long, dramatic sigh could be heard if you tuned out the hums of neon lights above.
Maybe she had the same idea–just trying to get home and collapse before their own legs could from under them? Or perhaps that was his own wishful thinking. He hadn’t done that in quite some time.
“Eodi sal-ayo (어디 살아요)?” Well, maybe it wasn’t too far away–then he could be rid of her! Of course there were always other ways to “get rid of” someone in haste, but Your Grace probably wouldn’t take too kindly to his preferred methods in regards to another killer. It wasn’t like he possessed the patience to woo her wrath away from him at the moment anyway.
“Well, if your definition of ‘good’ is ‘rejected boyband clown’, then yeah. Guess I’d say you do.” Susie tilted her mask up slightly to rub at her eyes. If Frank had eaten all the marshmallows by the time she got back, she was going to be seriously pissed off. S’mores were the one thing getting her through the living nightmare known as the Fog.
Aside from the fashion sense, this guy was pretty weird. Laughing over nothing, trading subtle insults, walking around without a shirt... maybe the term ‘clown’ was more apt than she initially thought.
“What, do I live here? Nah, sorry, I’m Canadian.” Susie set her mask back down. “Ormond. It’s in Alberta. Most people haven’t heard of it, mainly 'cuz it’s a total dump.” She frowned and shrugged her shoulders. “I haven’t been to a real geography class in ages, but I’m pretty sure it’s nowhere near Seoul.”
She stopped for a moment. “This is Seoul, right? Or at least it’s a reasonable facsimile the Entity made?” She fiddled with the sleeves on her sweater. “This dimension’s weird.”
“I guess we could always just... start walking? We’ll get where I need to go eventually.”
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