This had to have been some kind of joke. And for the whole of the message that played in front of her, Revy was convinced that it was. Some frail looking scientist fuck stood there and went on about some social experiment that she was now a part of. All of it sounded like it came straight out of a second rate sci fi film, so by the time message ended there was really only one thing she could do.
She laughed. She laughed as she picked herself up off the chair. She laughed as she made her way out through the door. She even laughed at the sight of her surroundings and the countless people buzzing about this odd city she hadn’t recognized. And the sight of toy guns at her hip didn’t help much either. A laugh that more than caught the attention of anyone around her. At first people thought she was crazy. Then, gradually, a few began laughing with her. Or were they laughing at her? There was no way to tell. And then.
The laughter ended. Her facial expression did a 180 from joyous to something that was somewhere caught between being emotionless and filled with rage. This caused the few people around her to confirm their earlier suspicions that this woman might have been crazy after all. And so, they dispersed.
“This isn’t fucking funny. It’s gone way beyond being some shitty barroom joke.”
For the short amount of time Mugen had been awake in this place he had seen quite an amount of peculiar things and peculiar people. But even he had to admit that the dame laughing maniacally at nothing in particular that he could see, definitely sent out crazy person vibes. Usually he’d steer clear of crazies because chances were, if they did have some money on them, it’d be too much of a hassle to take.
And then it happened, she stopped and her expression skewed into something he could relate to, a little less insane, and he knew that she was in the same damned predicament. He stopped and looked at her,
"You and I both wish it was some shitty joke. I take it you’ve just been blessed with this great situation too huh?”
"Dough?" Rabbit blinked, staring at the man blocking his path with a rather confused expression. Humans had always been quirky things, known to ask for bizarre items on a whim, so Rabbit didn’t give the question much thought. “S-sorry, fella… I can’t help you there. M-m-maybe you should find a bakery, or somethin’."
He fidgeted his hands together for a moment as he took a quick look at their surroundings, trying to find anything that might point the man in the right direction. When he found nothing, he gripped the shoulder-strap of his bb gun with both hands and stuck his lower lip out in a pout. This place was a little more than confusing.
"I could help ya look, if you want. Then maybe y-y-you could help me!" He smiled, offering a gloved hand with an excited hiss of steam. “My name’s Rabbit… what’s yours?"
Mugen, for the very first time in his life was at a loss for words. No crude comment in his crude repertoire did so much as claw its way to his tongue to increase its chance at being said. And that, well, was a lot to say about his surprise— no, confusion at the human?— thing, he had stopped. Of course he had come across a few so-called “badasses” with some ugly mugs but this guy, well he wasn’t ugly, strange more like. Strange in the way that if he could compare him to an object, any object at all, it’d be a kanei tsuho coin.
Even more strange were the man’s movements, and that hand sticking out, what was that? Is he trying to shake me down? Tough luck buddy you picked the wrong guy. He stood there and smirked at the ironic situation, getting shaken down by someone he was suppose to be shaking down. Granted he did not hear much of what was said during his moment of inner musings but tried to play it off none the less.
"Rabbit huh? We eat those jumpy suckers where I’m from. The name’s Mugen, but sorry man, I won’t be of much help. Hell, I don’t even know what’s happening right now and then there’s you.”
Suddenly the sounds of something that had to be unholy breached between them and cut his inquisition about the other’s obscure looks short. “Got any food on you?”
At this stage of the game Rise had grown used to see people waking up in random places without any idea of where they were and sometimes turning kind of aggressive, luckily for her, everyone she’s helped so far were nice. She even got a date out of that!
The idol didn’t find any annoyance in aiding the newbies since well, she got help herself back when she arrived, it would only be polite to do the same for anyone else, right? And so she went off walking around the city wondering if anything new or interesting would happen. At times the buildings would move, that never failed to make her nervous and creep her out.
"I hope one day these things stop moving." Rise continued her way around the city, and not so far from where she was she could see a shadow move, someone… taking a nap in the middle of the street? Yeah that was pretty random, luckily for them there were no cars, and well, a motorcycle wouldn’t kill them if they ever got ran over anyway. Rise decided to walk to the person and wake them up before any sort of accident happened. And just when she arrived there was no one there any longer which confused the crap out of her.
The idol looked around trying to figure out what was going on. And couldn’t help but feel nervous, but ready to summon her Persona just in case. Just when she was about to turn around the voice of a man startled her causing her to jump and make a loud noise.
"Dooont do that!! You NEARLY GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!" What even he can’t just approach someone out of the blue in the darkness and ask for food, that’s just not normal also why does he smell so weird?
To his misfortune he had caught a girl and having previous experience with accidentally surprising them, his index fingers went into his ears to block the girlish yelling. Shit, even the broads here are louder.
Taking his fingers from his ears and with a roll of his head he gave a half ass ‘apology’ for catching the girl in the weakness of her guard, “Didn’t mean to startle you girlie, wasn’t trying to give you anything.”
In fact, he wanted to take but, not wanting to shake down a female for cash, he put the thought to the back of his head. Instead he gave the girl a once over, arms out, legs out— skin wasn’t shown like that in Japan, not even on a working girl (pre-bedroom at least) but he wasn’t complaining. His wandering gaze finally found respectable place in her attention and he knew just the right question to ask:
"This is the red light district ain’t it?"
A voice that sounded thoroughly disgruntled left the dry throat of the anachronistic clothed man as he scanned around from a foreign street at equally foreign views. Shapes of light shone, reminiscent of the familial lighting that illuminated the red light districts, but it really wasn’t Edo, place didn’t look like Japan at all.
Waking up in unfamiliar places wasn’t anything new for the wanderer but this place (where ever it was) beat the others 100 fold. He recollected opening his eyes in a white room on metal and soon after a hazel eyed son of a bitch spouted crazy talk in words he couldn’t follow on some weird flat box— and in his frustrated haze drew (what he thought at least) his tsurugi and charged for the man and then, black.
He ran tan digits through already messy hair as he tried to remember what happened between that room and where he stood at the moment. The conclusion still the same— foggy, uncertain, frankly hard to remember the entire happening. But he did know three things for certain: his tsurugi was replaced with some wooden knock off, he was hungry as hell, and had no money. For it to be so late at night (at least to his understanding of time: light is day, dark is night) many of the foreign people were out; big, small, crazy, crazier, male, female, not quite sure, questionable, adolescent— the perfect situation to shake someone down for some quick cash.
He extended his arm in order to stop the next passing body.
"Hey there, got some dough?"