Description: After a long time away Mimiru returns older and more mature. A quiet meeting between a model new fighter and the veteran is met with some oddness as the wily red witch makes a brief apperance, but what can the future have in store for the once super Mimiru?
Nothing like a walk in the park in the middle of autumn. All the red, yellow and orange colors in the trees, it's quite a sight. The park's relatively quiet at this time of the day, except for one person and her young dog being here. Mimiru's playing basketball in an open spot. The area's partially covered in leaves and her dog's been leashed to a pole so he doesn't leave. Mimiru takes it easy, making shots here and there, drippling with the ball and just overally enjoying the warm weather. Completing her current attire, she has some mittens, a scarf, a tuque and a blazer.
There may be nothing like a walk in the park in the middle of autumn, but for one particular young man, said walk had been interrupted by horrendously poor luck. You see, said young man has the unfortunate (or fortunate, perhaps, were he less noble) trait of looking as though he just stepped from a romance anime fangirl's dreams, and therefore, similarly unfortunately, tends to attract small crowds of people (particularly of the underaged female sort) wherever he goes.
Especially when he goes to big, open places like a park.
He rounds the corner, apparently losing the pursuing fangirls, and flattens himself against the wall of the basketball court where Mimiru is playing, inhaling and exhaling quite rapidly as he forces himself to resume his breathing techniques.
Kerian opens his thermos and sinks to the ground, pouring some of the hot tea into his cup. "Bloody hell," he murmurs, taking a long, gratifying sip.
The young and the old, she thought, while in the park for no better reason than to find a place to spend the previous night. The make shift tent she had used to sleep under was a mish mash of newspaper and a bush that was acceptable cover from the elements and now it was time to get up, whatever the time was. She didn't carry a clock or other forms of high technology. Breakfast was first, nuts, mainly borrowed from squirrels, followed by a healthy dose of go juice. Not coffee, that stuff was expensive. Pixie sticks, in a cup, with water from the drinking fountain. Far far cheaper. But low and behold there is basketball afoot, and therein lies the old. Not like Gen style ancient, but certain Kasagi antics have been absent this town for a long time and she rememebred them clearly, the red clad witch.
Instead of approaching the woman decides to watch, sit at a bench, try to beg a few bits of loose change off passers by by just holding out her hand and smiling brightly.
Ears flicking, the dog lifts his head up and glances away. A bit of unusual noise, perhaps that makes him growl faintly. While this dog looks fairly like Max, he's much younger. Just barely got into his adulthood of dog life! After all, Max was getting old but at least, he managed to 'make' a bunch of little him before it was time to go.
After a shot, Mimiru walks and kneels to take the ball, noticing the change in her dog's behavior. She straightens herself up and she turns on her heels to follow his gaze. There's one woman on a bench that looks like a hobo, and there's someone else too. The other person catches more her attention, perhaps due to his natural charm, or maybe simply because he seems a bit out of breath.
Mimiru arches a brow and says, "Heh, everything alright?" She asks out. Imagination running wild, Mimiru can easily think of a scenario where this guy's getting pursued by a bunch of punks who wanted to either tax him or just smack him about for looking good.
He looks up at her and smiles. "Oh. Yes, quite. Just...avoiding some, er..." He goes silent as the girls pass the basketball court and split up to look for him.
"...aggressive women." He finishes. "Sorry to interrupt your game." Another sip of his warm tea, and he runs his fingers through his hair. "I don't think your dog likes me."
Unsurprising. He'd heard Ginyu tell him animals were attuned to chi, and somebody channeling it constantly - as he did - would tend to get attacked by them. Of course, that may have been BS to explain why the cat had bitten him that one time.
Ah well. "Ah, how rude of me," he starts after a moment, setting his thermos down and holding his hand up at her. "Kerian."
Kerian and Mimiru were more interesting than passing joggers or couples walking their dogs, that's why the red clad hobo wasn't paying a lot of attention to other people right now. They didn't seem very giving anyway. The older woman in brown woolen clothes is interesting though, she wanders down the walkway feeding pigeons with bread. Well, Naerose wasn't about to approach Mimiru and Kerian yet, instead she stands up, brandishes her broom and - acts like a street sweeper, cleaning up the side walk. What a great public service she's doing, Naerose deserves a medal. She deserves a lot of things while sweeping up those bread crumbs for the pigeons, into a pile. Eating them.
The bird feeding woman looks horrified.
Mimiru blinks, sparing a glance over the agglomeration of younger girls passing by and seeming to search for something. Thankfully for Kerian, the horde seems to be splitting up to continue their search. "You mean these girls? A bunch of schoolgirls?" Mimiru can't help but smile -- they difer a little from his description but still, it's enough to give her imagination some more stuff to work on.
Mimiru then glances over to her dog and she approaches him to pet him on the head a few times, to make him calm down, "Hardly, he's like my guardian, sort of... The eyes and the ears in the back of my head," She adds, "He follows in his father's footsteps, mostly," Once her dog has calmed down and resumes his 'rest', Mimiru straightens up and she reaches for Kerian's hand with her own, "Ah, huh, well, nice to meet you, the name's Mimiru. Say... It might be a bit indiscret, but what have you done to deserve being chased by those girls?"
Kerian glances over at the woman sweeping up and eating the crumbs and frowns. "Made the incredibly poor judgement call of wearing my hair the way my master did," he replies, still watching the unusual red-clad hobo out of the corner of his eye as he turns back to Mimiru. "I'd cut it, but really, at this point, it'd be a bit of a pain to get right." He gives a blank chuckle and drains the rest of his thermos, digging into his pocket for a roll. Experimentally, Kerian splits the roll in half and tosses it in the hobo's direction, as though trying to determine if she was just that hungry, or just that crazy.
"But beyond that, nothing, except a few fights that apparently are doing wonders for my fanbase of women far too young for me to date in good conscience." He grins, one of those 'I-shouldn't-grin-but-I-will-anyway-because-it's-darkly-amusing' sorts of grins only people in situations that they find hilarious from the outside give.
"He looks like a good dog," Kerian observes. He'd always liked dogs. "And you look like a nice girl, Miss Mimiru."
The steam of the open thermos rises into the air, and he holds his hand over it to warm himself. He was underdressed, but he'd always been good at standing the cold. "Though I admit part of that may be because you weren't part of the mob, so..."
Then ever so slowly the red clad hobo edges a little nearer, to better hear the conversation. She has a big grin pasted on her face, almost as though there was some dilusion of innocence, as if someone might mistake her for actually belgonging there. She doesn't. Furthermore if dogs can smell trouble, they might just smell Naerose. Luckily for her, this isn't the same Max she remembred because that is one dog that toiled with Nae Nae more times than she remembers. Mostly they included various home invasions of Mimiru's room in attempts to nick things she could later bring to the black market, or rather the dirty old man japanese market with vending machines of used undergarmets. . . Mimiru's undergarmets. Oh those were the days, easy cash. Of course none of that compared even remotely to Blackjack. . But that is another tail for another day.
Thankfully for Naerose, because if this were the real Max, he would have been able to recognize her. Though this one's smaller and more tame due to its inexperience. "Is that so..." Mimiru says idly, "I think you should keep your hair the way they are... Or maybe dye them," She adds with a faint smile, "Red could be a better color and it'll prevent you to get swarmed like that," She adds, wiggling her finger idly.
"Ah.. So you're one of those fighters, huh?" She says casually, not seeming overtly impressed. Maybe simply because she is older than the other schoolgirls, "Well see it that way, in a few years they'll be legal," She adds, chuckling at her comment.
The girl blushes a bit at the compliment, turning on her heels and toying with the ball, faking to aim for a shot, "Huh, well, thanks..." Though when he adds just that bit more to his comment, she snorts a bit, "Ah, right... Well! I've seen more than just a good looking guy in life you know, so I don't go crazy when I see one,"
Kerian actually blushes a bit at 'good-looking guy', though it's very difficult to tell. His eyes have taken to skitting between Naerose and Mimiru, as though worried about...well, God only knows what's going on under that mass of white hair. "I'd look awful with red," he notes, "'s the color of blood. Rather not be associated with that sort of thing." The lilting English accent spikes just a bit as his mind casts itself back to the past, remembering incidents probably better left forgotten.
And then it was gone, and he was back in the present, taking a sip of tea he'd forgotten he'd finished and smiling. "But thank you for the suggestion. You are rather nice after all, it seems."
"I appreciate it, I do. I was just taking a bloody walk. As far as fighting...yes, though I admit it's not my favored choice of activities. I much prefer a game of cards to beating people senseless."
Then she speaks.
"Kasagi! It's totally you, I knew I recognized something about the way you something," Exclaims the witch, now fully injecting herself into the scene. She smooths over her red dress and fixes her hat, her circle black shades and leans on her broom stick. She looks like a hobo that is a bit over dressed. Her clothes are cleaner than she is, somehow, and while she isn't eactly filthy, she proably would get kicked out of your average three star resturant the way she's currently sporting homelessness. No shopping cart though, she literally doesn't own that much stuff.
"Wow, you remember me right?" asks Naerose and then pauses a moment before going into uncharted territory,
"I'm er.. Great friends with Himeko." Yeah, great friends. She's only attacked the hurricane two, maybe three times and countless blackjack battles - luckily Naerose was totally unaware that Himeko = Hurricane Hime. These sorts of higher conginition skills just didn't sit well with Naerose.
A glanec to the possibly well off Kerian over the rim of her shades,
"Hey, who is your friend?" asks Naerose, "He looks like totally well off."
Smile widening, Mimiru beams slightly and she says, "Well! You don't have to dye them this red, there are many shades! More orange-red, auburn?" Mimiru then glances over to Kerian and she says with a teasing smile, "'side, you know what guys say about red-haired girls?" Mimiru nods mostly to herself and she adds, "Well I think we could say the same about red-haired guys too," Turning her attention back to her ball, Mimiru jumps for the shot, the ball going straight into the loop, almost flawlessly.
Mimiru turns on her heels to look at Kerian at she smiles, "Thanks, I try to be pleasant," She shrugs and was about to say something about fighting, but then Naerose comes up into the picture, calling out her name. Mimiru blinks and she gives the red hobo her attention. "Huh, yes...?" She asks, frowning a little to recognize who's in front of her.
She lifts one hand up to scratch her head, "Huh, well, you look familliar but... I haven't been in here for a long time.." She says, "Ah, great friends with Himeko, huh?" She says suspiciously. After all, back then Himeko's friends were, well, huh... Not really like the person in front of her. As for Naerose's other question, she simply glances at Kerian, figuring he'll 'introduce' himself if he wants to.
Kerian eyes the woman carefully. -Very- carefully. He had thought that his old school uniform helped him blend in at least slightly more than wearing clothes suited to his inheritance would lead. Apparently not. That, or the woman could just smell the business card and the money with it burning in his wallet.
Fantastic.
"Kerian," he acknowledges after a moment. "A pleasure, miss. Fancy a bite?" The young man offers up the half a scone he still had in his hand - he hadn't actually eaten any of it. He'd planned to go out for dinner a little later anyway, and no point in tea-time screwing his food schedule. Admittedly, he could probably stand to gain a little weight - he was lithe and almost feminine, although arguably, that just made him look prettier.
However, he was more interested in her reaction to being offered the scone than any contemplation of later gastronomical intake. His blue eyes narrow just a bit, and the resemblance noted by the moniker 'White Wolf' is really quite striking in that fairly intense gaze.
Naerose was infamous in many circles, most people didn't forget her after meeting her, but they don't usually hear of her first. The first impression Kerian was likely to get then was of her practically biting his arm off to get the offered scone. In literal terms she just looks with wide eyes enough to show their brown irises around the black round shades before snatching it any depositing it directly into her mouth, by the way, where does a hobo like her get time to put red lipstick on?
"Noho takehw backwds," she says with her mouth full, as if you'd want it back now.
After swallowing she smiles to Mimiru, with a biiig bright smile and says, "Yeah, you and I used to share a theme song, but I guess we were only aquantances, hey, by the by, umm, I hate to bring this up, but umm, well before you left, I kind of lent you ten dollars for dog food, you know your brother, Jiro, had this pizza gig and he wasn't around at the time and your mother always the .." The witch pauses, trying to remember what her mother does, "You know busy person..."
Poor thing, she seems so hungry. Mimiru arches a brow and winces a bit, sticking her tongue out at how Naerose lunges on the food. "Heheh..." Is all she finds to say, a rather uncomfortable chuckle. She glances at Kerian for a second and then back at Naerose as she keeps explaining things, or rather, links of their past. Indeed, it's hard to forget about Naerose, especially when she's been pestering her enough through a certain time in her life, "Oh no..." Mimiru says, lifting one hand up to her head, almost as if remembering just gave her an headache.
"Yeah, and don't forget also all those times you busted in my room and wrote stuff with muds on the walls of my room. Though I think what's worst is that you kept stealing my underwears and you never gave them back!" Mimiru says, frowning, almost glaring at Naerose, "Well! Ten dollar's barely worth the amouth of stuff you stole me! So there... I hope you made big money selling my undergarments," She says, folding her arms in front of her chest, turning on her heels, "Hum! You seem in an awful worse shape than when I left you though.."
Kerian's solid, intense facade just -crumbles- at the words 'selling my undergarments'. The end result looks vaguely as though his face has been dipped in red paint, splattered with blood, and misted with a fine powder of red clay from the deepest regions of the earth, and it really is quite amusing to see the White Wolf's gaze break and immediately meet the ground. After all, he was a nineteen-year-old no matter how cultured he considered himself, and there are certain things you just can't say around sensitive men without them breaking into enormous blushes.
You're a Valentine, dammit! Act like it!, he chides himself. This is NOT the proper behavior for someone of your standing!
His mental beratements aside, he was still listening closely to the conversation, piecing apart Naerose's identity like a daisy in the hands of a girl with a crush. Is she, is she not...is she, is she not.
His hand strays, and clenches around his wallet. There were too many incongruities, and it was beginning to remind him of the ninja in that indoor mall. Just too many things weren't adding.
"Drat," Naerose curses to herself, because afterall, she pushed too hard with Mimiru. But that's okay, she'll regain ground. Somehow.
"Haha, yeah, those were the days huh. " The witch says with a biiiiig smile, "So yeah, umm well see lets see, I had this great job for a while, it was with a casino and I got paid but then I erm.. actually dunno where that monies went, anyway, so then I recently got into this project, figured I could make off rich with this one but err, so turns out it's expensive. Costs stuff, publishers, editors.. Umm wait haha, did I just say that? Never mind me!" Nae folds her hands behind her head and tips her had down, letting out some more nervous laughter while her broom sits on her shoulder precariously. Kerian is almost forgotten about for a moment, but then she is reminded, he doesn't know her.
"Hey thanks for that totally awesome scone." She gives a thumbs up, after all, she could maybe still write off past with Mimiru as jsut younger mischief.
"Well I certainly remember you, and you'd better not try anything like that again!" Mimiru threatens. Though not like it stopped Naerose to do it before. She heaves a faint sigh and just shakes her head. Well if she stops doing that she might stop being a pain in the butt for one. She's like a cockroach. Just too damn hard to get rid of. Mimiru partially listens to Naerose' story, of what she had done when she wasn't around. She doubts she'll ever get some sort of paiement back, nor does she expect any. "Yeah, well whatever..." She mutters, lifting her hand about idly.
Then when Naerose speaks to Kerian, Mimiru blushes and she lowers her gaze -- as if for the past minutes she had completely forgotten someone else has been there listening to that conversation. A complete stranger having to deal with those undergarments raid and all. Well that's a little embarassing. "Well! That's that!" She says with a nervous laugh, "Glad you could be around Naerose! Ah, the ghost from the past," She says, rubbing the back of her head.
Kerian is still staring right at the ground. He'd managed to brush those first couple rather risque thoughts out of his mind - quite the imagination, some part of his mind wandered - but it was better to pretend that he was ignoring them both, or simply listening quietly.
Ghost from the past? Maybe, but the incongruities remained. She wasn't who she appeared, that much the Brit was certain of, but who she was, really, that was still escaping him.
Time to turn on the charm.
He looks up and smiles at them both, an absolutely dazzling, fangirl-crushing smile, eyes closed to hide the insincerity of it all. "Quite welcome. I had a spare - better it go to someone who needs it, mmm?"
"Yep!" Exclaims Naerose, unable to take a hint, possibly especially when coming from Mimiru.
"You know every holiday season I have a food drive, to feed the hungry, and lets see, I've also had some charity work from time to time selling shoes for underprivledged children."
What she doesn't tell you is the hungry is her, she's hungry. And the shoes are often stolen off the feet of unconscious fighters, usually ones she didn't defeat either.
What she also doesn't tell you or herself for that matter, is every single time that she's trid to have one of these selfish drives to benefit well, herself, someone has always managed to show up and guilt trip her into actually doing the favor for the charity that she initially claimed to be trying to help. She wasn't really a bad person, just incredibly childish, self centered and beyond simple careless.
Though looking at Mimiru this might all be debatable, the not really a bad pereson part.
Heaving a faint sigh, Mimiru glances over to Kerian and she explains, "Don't listen to Naerose, she's a little weird and all, but that might be because she got punched in the head a few too many times.. Or a bit too hard a few too many times," Mimiru gives a nod, glancing back at Naerose. She knows there must be a catch somewhere in what she's saying, since there is always a catch in what Naerose's saying.
Mimiru gives a shrug to Naerose and she says, "I'm glad you started doing something good with your life," She says, a faint smile spreading on her lips, "Just try to, well, huh, continue like that?" She offers, not really too sure of what to say. She glances to Kerian and then lifts a hand up to pat his shoulder, "Sorry about that.. Though see it the good way, with her around, I'm sure the horde won't be coming near," She offers.
Kerian laughs at that. "And why is that, luv?" He asks, moving to take a sip of tea before he remembers he's already drained the thermos. Crap.
He pats the hand on his shoulder, seeming amused, but the shrewd look in his eyes never dims, nor does the intellect running through that oh-so-pretty bishonen head. A little crazy, huh? Still didn't explain the lipstick, the sunglasses, the conflicting stories, the intense hunger...mmm. That hunger, especially, worried him. She acted like she hadn't eaten in days, but if she hadn't, when did she apply lipstick? That was the lynchpin of the whole bloody enterprise, he was sure of it.
"Jus' a bit more off-putting than everyone else?"
Naerose falls silent and just sort of watches the exchange. Meanwhile her hands move to her hat, she reaches under and after a moment of rummaging around pulls out a small notepad and crayon. She starts taking notes. That at least explains why she doesn't have a shopping cart. Though her hat isn't exactly huge, it seems sufficient to keep all of her worldly possessions, or at least her traveling possessions. Who knows what other horrors might lie insidd, it wasn't especially likely that even Naerose herself had cleaned the thing out entirely in days, maybe weeks, months or possibly even years.
she maintains the smile, but it's light now, obviously despite her bright red clothing, she wants to fade out into the background a little. Her red painted fingers however clench the red crayon and make notes of.. something.
A malicious smile spreads on Mimiru's lips as she lifts a finger up and wiggles it, "Yeah! That and..." She glances over to Naerose and says, "Say, I've got a job for you," Mimiru digs into her pocket, looking for something and she pulls out ten dollars. She lifts it up and wiggles it toward Naerose, "If you want, it's all yours, in exchange, though, I just want you to go chase after a bunch of schoolgirls around and try to make them quit the park... You know, just try to scare them out, nothing else," Mimiru says.
She then glances at Kerian and gives him a wink, along with a thumbs up that means everything's under control and she says, "And if you do well enough, well I might hire you for other jobs, who knows, and you could get yourself some money in an honest way," She adds, beaming a little and wiggling the ten dollars in front of her to see if she'll fall for it.
Kerian does not chuckle, though his smile does broaden just a bit. It was an excellent ploy, one he hoped would work. His eyes caught a glimpse of one of the schoolgirls passing the trio, and it was probably only dumb luck that he was hidden by the other two women as well as he was - it could've been nasty.
The young man brushes some of his inordinately long hair out of his eyes, still beaming, and rolls his arms back against the wall. His eyes stray back to Naerose, to see her reaction. Would she take the bait, or was she less-than-honest for reasons known only to herself?
Vaguely, he was reminded of the time Ginyu had caught a pickpocket at the market with him. A dry little chuckle escapes his lips as he recalls his giant master hoisting the boy, tilting him upside down, and shaking him 'till the wallet fell, then handing it back and telling him to run an errand for them. The boy'd been so terrified, he couldn't help but agree.
It was just one of those times he had to hold onto, he decided, like all the other good ones. His fist clenches around the wallet just a bit, not that either of them could particularly see unless they were looking, and his smile and face dim as anger overtakes him. "'sa good proposition," He says slowly. "Probably make a fair spot of cash that way."
*SNATCH*
*Gone*
There is a Naerose shaped dust cloud for a moment, but then there is nothing. The witch is gone in a flash and already after any school girl she can find. It seems the wily creatures split up in attempts to get their hands on their apparent idol. Problem is Naerose has never chased off school girls before and while she might excel at it just by being herself, instead she figures she needs to do something special. She fails because she tries.
"Hey, you school girl, umm go back to school!"
"Hu? Hey Ayumi, she's weird. "
"Yeah Kiko, what a tacky outfit."
"Hey, I said go to school!" It doesn't help that Naerose is grinning and speaking with a ten dollar bill between her lips.
"No way, you get lost, weirdo!"
Lips curling into a wide grin, Mimiru sweeps her hands together once Naerose is gone. It took her a second to realize she grabbed the money and was gone so much the trick worked out, "Heheh, Mimiru, you're a genius," She says mostly to herself. Mimiru rests her hands on her waist and she glances over to Kerian, proudly saying, "Got two birds with one stone, heheh," She beams, her smile widening a bit, "Now let's just hope she'll manage to do it..."
Idly following Naerose with her eyes, Mimiru goes fetch her basket ball. She wants to know if Naerose'll be successful, even if the plan was just to have her away. "So, hum... Yeah, are you attending to some school around here?" She asks. After all his clothings made it look like he could, but Mimiru hardly recognizes the outfit as being one of any of the school she knows. Then again, she hasn't been around for a while.
Kerian laughs again. "Attending? No, not for a few months or so, luv," he answers, "And not around here, either...up, higher. But I graduated."
It had been the worst day of his life, and the laugh doesn't meet his eyes at the phrase 'graduated'. On the contrary, they're cold and dead and lifeless.
But it's only for a brief moment, and then he's smiling again. "That really was rather bril of you, though...she's an eager one. Whatever gave you the idea?"
Elsewhere, things heat up.
"You.. you threw something at me!" cries Naerose,
"That's it, I'm going to bet it all on one shot. Power over whelming, I mean, I can't believe how awesome this is going to be, End Creation END!" cries Naerose.
The foreboding sound of a very serious attack against a couple of r.0 high school students! However, the pair of girls merely laugh and giggle. For some reason the attack is.. Well it's just Naerose throwing wads of paper from her notebook, as if the witch has lowered her own FAIL power to match that of others around her. Can it be?
Mimiru nods slowly -- that would explain it. "I see.." Her smile brightens up at the question and she says, "Well I've had to deal with her a couple of time! I've learned a few tricks and how to deal with her, though you never know how she'll react, that's the problem. She's more like a real pain in the butt than anything else I'd say, that's the problem."
Mimiru turns her eyes where she hears the schoolgirl's laughters, "So long as she doesn't try to smack them about.. I mean, she's a capable fighter," She adds. Then she glances over to Kerian and adds, "Though if that was the case, I bet you could save them and increase the devotion of those fans," She says teasingly.
Kerian lets out a good-natured groan. "Don't even joke like that," he says, "I didn't even want fans to begin with...came here to lay low for a bit, but as you can see, that didn't work out a whit."
Oops. 'Lay low'? He hadn't meant for that to come out. Now she'd probably get it into her head that he was some sort of bandit or on the run from some vindictive someone or another, or maybe something else horrendously romantic. He nearly shuddered to think about it.
"That is, er..." His mind reels, trying to come up with a better phrase. "You know...live life a bit more directly, try to avoid this sort of thing...relax." That sounded much better, yes. It wasn't the best cover in the world, but it -was- short notice.
The backdrop to their conversation is your typical silly cartoony fight/chase scene.
Naerose uses the drinking fountain to spray the young school girls, the young school girls attack Naerose with flung insults (Power Hit). Naerose fights back with thrown bunny out of her hat (dm/Sylvester). School girls counter with Naerose Fails (Miss). They then combo with laughter and pointing (critical hit). Naerose attacks back with try to catch Sylvester, whom tries to escape his evil captress!. School girls attack back with silly pictures of loony red dresed woman in park on cell phone cameras (MONSTER COMBOOOOO).
Naerose falls over from running after bunny. @_@.
Mimiru arches a brow and she glances over to Kerian, "Lay low, huh?" She echoes. She's half-listening and half trying to see what's going on with Naerose. So long as nobody screams for help, she figures there's nothing to worry about, "Maybe this was too much for her," she says with a soft chuckle.
Giving Kerian a shrug, Mimiru adds, "Wel if you're a reknowned fighter, than you can't really escape notice that easily. Fighting is quite popular around the world, especially in Japan, not to mention that there are a bunch of fighters here, for some reason," Mimiru says with a shrug. "I bet you won't be able to spend a few weeks without getting challenged or something... Or did you come for the infamous Sathurday Night Fights?" She asks, "The president who runs those shows lives here," She explains. "Well at least, there's some of his building around.."
Kerian similarly watches Naerose quite carefully, his hand going inside his jacket to curl around the handle of his trusty gun. Admittedly, he didn't expect to need it, but on the off chance that a scream of help was called, he'd feel obligated to come help. After all, that's what honest people did.
"Ah, that Saturday Night Fight nonsense...yes, I heard about that from a couple people..." He shakes his head. "Sounds too odd for my tastes, personally. But that's a fascinating landmark...I'll have to go check it out, I suppose, while I'm in town." He beams another of those fangirl-crushing smiles at her, rolling the information over in his head. At least she hadn't asked him why he was laying low.
"And fortunately, I'm fairly certain I'm not renowned enough outside a...er..." He glances over at the fangirls being chased/mocking Naerose. "...rather specific crowd. So I might get a bit of peace after all."
"I.. can't.. go ... On.. .. any... further.." gasps and wheezes Naerose as she tries to , but fails to catch the bunny. Another Sylvester is set free, probably to get hit by a car, but no worries, she'll have yet another Sylvester soon enough most llikely. Crawling like she was going across the desert, Naerose moves over to the drinking fountain and practically collapses in front of it. she then starts to drink and drink and then drops again.
"Food.." she whines, laying on her back.
Mimiru gives him a shrug and she adds, "Well, it depends what kind of fighter you are, but if you want to become a champion, well, I guess that's the best way, eh?" She glances over to Kerian, assessing him for a few seconds before she adds, "Anyway, you should put something on, it's a bit cold outside you might get sick," She grins and then strides toward her dog, adding, "'side, might make it easier for you to sneak around without being noticed," She says as she unties the leash from the bench, which makes the dog come back to life, literally, tail swaying and all, ready to move into action.
"Anyway, I should get going, I think I managed to wear out Naerose... Just hope she'll use that money to get some food and not die, heheh," Mimiru says mockingly -- even if she didn't feed, she'd never rid herself of Naerose. She's the human equivalent of a cockroach. "Anyway, take care of yourself Kerian. Hopefully your fangirl problems have been solved... For now."
Kerian nods and stands up, taking the opportunity to smile at her. "Thanks, luv. Appreciate the help." And with that he's gone, darting around the corner, quick as you please. He'd take the opportunity to get away, oh yes - but not before snagging the half-a-scone he'd thrown at Naerose earlier off the ground and tossing it onto the red-clad girl's stomach as he belts on by. The cloud of dust in his wake was quite a deterrant to followers, too.
He bolts out of the park, a grin on his face. He'd have to remember them...both the helpful Mimiru, and the probably-insane Naerose. Such interesting people in this city.
Log created on 09:51:14 10/29/2008 by Naerose, and last modified on 11:24:21 10/30/2008.