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[shithefuckup]

(Bus stop)
[Expecting a nice, peaceful day in the valley? Maybe? Yes?? Too bad, as there seems to be a new arrival with a scythe in tow who's swearing up a storm and desperately trying to chase after the bus that's already pulled out.]

OI, WAIT YOU FUCKS- COME BACK!!

(All around)
[With his plan going as well as expected (aka a total damn failure), he's out here wandering through the town and farms with hands in his pockets and an extra sour frown as he looks around shooting everything and everyone with a glare. God oh g o d, does he hate everything already. Arriving here, having to stay here at all, and worst of all, THE HEAT. Okay, the last one is actually his fault, what with wearing a blood-stained hoodie and pants, BUT STILL.

Catch him somewhere? He'll be trespassing through some of the fields scrounging for anything of importance or sustenance like produce or a tool, grumbling and swearing even more at the notice board for a while, or...having had just about enough of the place and charging right at you with his scythe.]

(Much later)
[Oh, right. Those jPad things. He should probably learn how to use it, huh...]

Fuck's sake- [An image of him flashes by before switching to text.] laksc lauwnc [Then to audio.] what- [Back to video.] a bust- [And again...] WORK YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!

[NAILED IT...?]

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Video

[preciousgarbage]

[she’s not even in the frame—the camera is pointed at someone’s pink-clad shoulder, or maybe that’s pink hair? and why are they sideways? whatever’s going on, a shrill, exasperated voice comes in from somewhere to the side:]

Oh my goddd, [yes, she emphasized that many D’s] Why. The fuck. Are you yelling.

[shithefuckup]

HAH- ?!

[Zack squints for a bit at the screen. What is...going on...ah, whatever. He's just gonna shake the jPad for a bit.]

What the hell do you think, dipshit?! I can't figure out this stupid junk!

[preciousgarbage]

Uuugh. [she sounds so pained. as if this was her personal problem.]

Well it's not gonna work any better if you break it, moron.

[shithefuckup]

...you know how to use it?

[Thankfully he stops, if only in the hopes that it might be the case.]

Why didn't you say so earlier? Tell me how!

All Around

[specialdance]

[She's minding her business, trying to start up her own little garden, mostly full of flowers at the moment. Weeding and pulling out rocks has been rough work. She's so focused she hardly notices the shape of someone bursting out of the undergrowth outside the boundary of her farm.

When she does however, she squawks in surprise, basically tumbling back on her butt.]

E-excuse me! [hippity hoppity off of her property.]

[shithefuckup]

[Oh woah, guess someone was here after all. He looks up upon hearing her voice and turns to her before stomping right up.]

Hey, you.

[Aaand out comes his scythe; he moves the blade just until it's almost close enough to touch Olivia's neck.]

Whatever you know of the place, spill it or else.

[specialdance]

[Wh-what the heck!? Her eyes shoot open wide at the sudden, aggressive move.]

U-um... I don't... c-could you please not.... [She looks like she's about to cry.]

I only know what the lady on the weird device said!!! [this comes out in a squeeked rush, likely hard to understand.]

[shithefuckup]

Ehhh- ? What was that??

[He leans closer as his lips curve into a wide grin while he keeps his grip on his scythe steady.]

You better speak up, I can’t hear you!

[specialdance]

[ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE HER CRY?! Cause it's working]

Please stop yelling! [she finally yells this herself, eyes clamped shut as she reaches out to shove him away from her, despite how absolutely bone terrified she is.]

[shithefuckup]

[Zack doesn't retaliate as he's pushed backwards, only laughing maniacally in return.]

Alright, alright. But, you still haven't answered me properly.

[He readies his scythe once more. Ahhhh, seeing all this despair...]

I'll give you a choice: Either give me the damn info, or I can give you a three-second head-start to run before I hunt you down. What's it gonna be, pinkie?

[Video]

[singinghuntress]

[Someone looks hardly impressed.]

If you want them to work, you might want to stop swearing at the thing. It's only as smart as it's user.

[shithefuckup]

[And he's looking pretty cheesed off. Or, would have been, but he's still stuck on audio for the time being.]

No shit, Sherlock!! How am I supposed to do this when I don't know jack shit?! Isn't there a simpler way?!

[singinghuntress]

Unless you're familiar with carrier pigeons or can talking with people face to face without swearing at them, then no. There isn't.

[Sorry buddy, she'd deal with worse attitudes than yours.]

[shithefuckup]

AAAAAGH- !!

[There’s a sound of furious head-scratching. Possibly hard enough to lose a few hair strands.]

What’s even the point of this bullshit?! Do we seriously have to use these everyday?! Who’s the idiot who thought of giving a scrap heap to everyone?! I want to kill them already!!

[singinghuntress]

You're one angry little bastard, aren't you.

[And if she was a few decades younger, she'd probably be just as angry and vicious.]

No one said you had to use zhem everyday, idiot. I only use mine vhen I'm feeling social enough to talk to zhe others around here or vhen I need to ask for zomething.

So stop flipping zhe fuck out und shove it in a pocket und forget about it if it bozhers you zhat much.

[shithefuckup]

[Sure is some awkward silence from Zack. At least until-]

...what the hell did you say?

[singinghuntress]

[Heavy sigh. Was he really going to make her repeat herself?]

Put zhe thing in your pocket und ignore it if you don't vish to use it. Zhat is an option to consider. Use it only vhen you feel like it.

How iz zhat concept so hard to understand.

All Around

[bsora]

[ Aerith's gotten her first set of flowers blooming, which means it's time to head out and sell them to people! That is, she would be if she wasn't watching some guy overdressed for the weather charging her with...is that a scythe?

That is a scythe. Oh dear... ]

Uh...sir? [ She reaches behind her back to get her staff (where was she hiding that?) without dropping her flower basket. Despite the situation, she still smiles because maybe that'll help diffuse the situation. ] Would you like to buy a flower?

[shithefuckup]

[Sure is a scythe. One that stops right above and a bit past her shoulder as Zack skids to a stop.]

Seriously?? I'm about to take a swing at you and all you're thinking is a sale?!

[bsora]

It certainly got you to stop, didn't it? [ She breaks into a grin, apparently forgetting there's a scythe within range of her neck. ] Now then, why don't you tell me what's the matter?

[shithefuckup]

I want to get the hell out of here, is what!

[Although, another thought crosses his mind; he leans in closer, brows furrowing further and eyes leering all the more.]

Aren’t you afraid of me??

[bsora]

[ To her credit, she doesn't flinch even while being stared at so menacingly. If anything, she does her own bit of leaning forward, albeit with her smile still in place. ]

Not really. You seem like you'd be plenty nice once you calmed down.

1/2

[shithefuckup]

[Though it's only a few minutes, it feels like a while as Zack continues to hold his glare as the grip on his scythe tightens, looking as if he's preparing to strike.]

[shithefuckup]

[He takes a step...backwards.

And then he turns around and barfs, WHOOPS.]

[bsora]

[ Well, she can safely say she didn't expect that turn of events. This guy are sick indeed. ]

Ah, hey! [ Wait a second...he's agitated, irritable, irrational, throwing up...yep, this looks like a classic example of heatstroke. The revelation has her dropping her flower basket and staff, and she runs over to grab his arm. ] Hey, it'll be alright! C'mon home with me, I'll help!

[shithefuckup]

Wha- ?! N-no, wh-

[Why does she keep being nice to him, no...! He'd try and push her away but he's too busy still hurling to protest that he gets dragged along. God, this day sure keeps getting "better".]

[bsora]

[ Well hey, at least her grip on his arm isn't a death vice. More like the insistent "gonna take care of you for your own good whether you like it or not" kind. ]

Given the extent of your injuries- [ Or at least what she assumes are injuries because nobody walks around like that outside of Halloween without being hurt, usually. ] -a cold shower might not be the best idea. But! I've got plenty of ice packs and bottles of cold water you can drink.

[shithefuckup]

Hrgh...NO!

[Gathering what little strength he can muster, he finally tugs away.]

I'm not sick! It's just- you smiling even in the face of death is really fucking gross!!

[Says the guy who barfed all over...]

[bsora]

[ The face she wears is the face of someone not at all convinced, but she lets him get away without too much fuss. Still, she has to admit nobody's ever really called her gross before. It's equal parts funny and insulting. ]

Calling a girl gross is really rude, you know. Especially when you're just swinging around a big metal gardening tool and puking everywhere!

[shithefuckup]

[With his stomach finally calming down, he wipes what little barf was left trailing out of his mouth. Yeeech.]

Tough fucking luck then, 'cause I ain't sugarcoating for shit! Lying ain't part of my life, and no way in hell am I starting now!

[bsora]

[ He's incorrigible and a brat, she tells herself. Definitely the sort of person who needs a stern talking to. But, having met people who grumble and curse and growl more viciously than he does, she's more amused than offended. ]

Hmph, well...then I won't accept your apology even if you beg.

video

[sirenvoice]

[Oh my. Well, this is kind of her M.O. You know, calming down raging man children.]

Are you all right...? You only have to click on each option once to open the interface.

There aren't any voice commands, but I'm sure they'd be easy to install.

[Was that... sass???]

[shithefuckup]

[If that was, he doesn't pick up on it as he's still pretty cheesed off.]

If I were a genius, I wouldn't be fucking doing this! I can't fucking read, so which option is which?!

[sirenvoice]

Okay... I can help!

The icon with the telephone means "voice," the icon with the camera means "video," and the icon with the "AB" symbol means "text." Does that make sense?

[shithefuckup]

[Silence falls on Zack's end for a moment or so, save for the softest of embarrassed murmurs that might have sounded like 'well, fuck me'.]

Yeah- wait. [Give him a sec as he looks for the video button...aaand up pops up his image.] Finally! I was about a split second from breaking it. So, what the hell else do you know?

[sirenvoice]

I know plenty of things, my brain is a computer.

[She's... teasing him. Just a little bit.]

About the jPad though? It's a simple communication device, but you can also take pictures and record private diary entries. And there's a drawing app if that's something you're into.

[shithefuckup]

[S q u i n t s. Computer brain, what? She's gotta be pulling his leg. And with all this tech, should he get mad? Probably. But, after all he went through today, he's starting to feel just tired. Heck, all he can gather right now is just a peeved tone.]

Don't fuck with me here, come on. And I'm not interested in keeping some diaries or doodling shit. [Brow furrowing slightly, he scratches his head.] When I asked what else you knew, I meant the place. Like, do you know anything to get out of here aside from catching a bus?

[sirenvoice]

Okay, okay...

[She settles down a little, even if she had fun teasing him...]

It's a little farming town, basically. There's stores with clothes and other things, but mostly people around here sell seeds and crops and animals. There's a café and a bar and restaurant though. Outside of it, there's a mountain, a big forest, the coast... It's like a little micro planet, it has everything.

I just don't think you can leave that easily. People keep saying the bus out is broken down right now.

[She wouldn't have a life to go back to, so it's no concern to her.]

[shithefuckup]

Well, that’s just fucking great.

[Except not really; with a groan, he drops down on the bed.]

Somebody’s gotta have their head screwed on if they can pick up a no good murderer like me to farm in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. Hell- who's even running this joint?

[sirenvoice]

A murderer? Oh my.

[She doesn't even sound shocked though, almost... sarcastic? Listen bro, murder is a form of currency back home.]

That's a question I don't know the answer to, though. I haven't met anyone who claimed they were in charge, at least.

All Around

[dragoonrouge]

[Q'uila sighs as the stranger in the middle of her farm rushes towards her scythe in hand, honestly it was like dealing with bandits back home, something she could do eyes closed at this point.

Barely even moving she lazily pulls her lance into existence, Anima's Lux form humming happily in her hand as she lazily blocks the strike]

To whom do I owe the pleasure of this most random spar?

[shithefuckup]

[At the clash, he slides backwards just a bit, blood still boiling in rage. He wants out, he wants out, he wants to get out so bad, he wants to slash everything-]

Zack. If you know anything about this damn place, spit it out. If you don't, then get out of my way!!

[Gripping tighter on his scythe, he lunges once more.]

[dragoonrouge]

[Q'uila lazily spins her lance and parries his next strike, although she does note the force behind the blow, she would have to watch out for that if this escalated.]

Wellmet Zack, I am Q'uila. I will say, if you wanted information about this place you could have just asked politely and I would have told you. [She hums thoughtfully, seeming to not pay him much attention.]

This is Starhue Valley, where those from different worlds end up to relax.