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Started August 28, 2019 by @croccin-champagne

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Here we go @Icefire !! Want a temp, or would you rather just yeet in?

Uhhmmm…let's yeet in lol since i haven't got them anywhere near finished. I need to decide on like…gender and looks and name still

Alright! I'll try and get a starter up tonight!

Alright! Ooh plot twist: what if my character goes to her school?

Osora was having a bad day.

Maybe it had started with the 'sorry Toki, but I'm needed at the salon, think you can cover my shift at the shop?' from her sister almost as soon as school had let out. She didn't care much, but maybe that was the sign that things were going to go downhill, and she had managed to miss it completely while sending a 'yeah, sure' to Asami and texting Reeha about the latest car she had managed to crash. If so, she was incredibly disappointed in herself. But either way, the definite deciding factor of her bad day?

Her family's convenience store being robbed.

Well, technically not yet, but that was the vibe she was getting from the person who had just entered. And if there was one thing she had picked up from her grandmother's constant bitter ramblings that carried fortune-cookie esque tidbits, it was to listen to her gut.

Better while I'm on shift than while Maki was, at least. Osora thought to herself, sitting on the counter with her legs crossed and her phone in hand while she played some new game King was obsessed with and finally in her casual clothes, none of her inner thoughts showing on her face. They never did, actually. That was her 'trademark' as her family, and King, liked to call it. She never showed the emotion a teenage girl should.

Teagan Donnelly's day was going to shit. That was his immediate response when he recieved the text message: "uncle henri is going 2 jail. no bail. no visitors for the next 6 months". And, to make things worse, Auntie May was sick. Again. His parents, as usual, were nowhere to be seen. All in all, the day was shit. The week was shit. The whole fucking month was just shit.

And so it was with that mindset and that angry, pissed off face and behavior that he entered the convenience store on the corner. He had been here before, though not for years. He had a dark hood pulled up over his head, shadowing nearly his entire face. His left hand rolled a coin over and between his knuckles absently as he walked, and he hummed under his breath. A minor key song. A death march. An anthem for pain and anger with no release.

Teage was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. All he needed was a little nudge.

This guy is textbook suspicious. It's a bit cliche. Osora lifted her head just a bit to watch him for a moment, raising an eyebrow. Her face was still mostly turned to her screen, and was once again fully turned toward her screen just a second later. Sighing softly to herself, she reached out, blindly but effectively grabbing the ramune on the counter next to her and taking a drink, still playing the game like she didn't know she was close to getting robbed. Or at least, this kid was close to an attempt. He had no clue who she was. Nobody ever connected her hair with Scythe's, weirdly enough.

"Something I can help you find?" She called out, eyes still on her screen. That was her mother's rule, always be polite to the customers. "Or as polite as you can possibly be, Toki." Asami had teasingly called out, earning her a tuna roll to the head.

Teagan sighed softly, looking around the little shop. "Nope, nothin'. Just lookin'." He replied. He had a bit of a strange, untraceable accent. The kind that came from moving around too much as a younger kid, and getting a lot of accents mashed together when he was still learning to talk. He walked into back of the shop, out of view of the counter. He was rather tall, 17 years old and six foot one, though once he was in a crowd, he knew how to disappear. He had done it many times before. Probably would again. No, he knew he would again.

[you home?]
[yeah, just got back. what's up, Toki]
[i'll tell you later, just keep an eye on the front of the store. don't let anyone else in.]

There was only one other person in the store, besides the boy with the weird accent. Mrs. Mitsaki, the older woman who lived down the street and loved the little cheesecakes they sold. Pay and leave, Mrs. Mitsaki. Shit's about to go down. Osora nodded as the woman asked if they were the same price they usually were, earning her a happy smile as she counted out her yen.

"Let me know if your roses are having issues." Osora said, ringing her up and still sitting on the counter. "A friend of mine just started using blood mulch, and he said his roses love it. I can get you some if they need it."

They continued to talk, and a minute or so later had Mrs. Mitsaki heading towards the door, Osora silently urging her on and hoping she made it out the door before whatever happened, happened.

(what exactly do you want him to do? Like stick em up this is a robbery, or just take something and go?)

Teagan sighed, tugging at the hood that framed his face. Low life scum. He thought to himself. Not about the girl running the store, or that old woman. It was simply something he had heard himself called, too many times to count. He shook his head, pulling something down from the shelf and looking at it carefully. He set it back down, eyes flickering over the rest of the store, expressionless. He kept no through the aisles, still as silent as ever.

((Something a bit more dramatic than just taking something and leaving lmao. I was mostly leaving the deciding of how it went down to you))

The ringing of her phone drew Osora's attention as Mrs. Matsuki left, and she made a face, caller ID letting her know that it was Shou calling. Better to answer it now.

"What do you want, Bee Boy." Was Osora's way of greeting her friend, who was used to the bee puns enough by now to ignore them. Sometimes he complained, but he knew she wouldn't stop making them.

"Nakamura says something's going on over there. Should I come over?"

"That would be a horrible idea. Go bug King instead. The Surutameni need him to figure out his feelings, because honestly, he and Yama are the only one's who don't know he's into Yama. Dumbasses."

"Oso-" She hung up on him then, setting her phone on the counter and stretching. Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe that kid was just taking a really long time to decide on what to buy, and maybe he just really liked hoodies.

(lol ok, got it. I figured out his Trick, by the way. Transmutation: the ability to transform objects into other things/materials, including himself (though there are limits on how he can transform living things))

Teagan grabbed a bag of chips, making his way to the counter with a law can't touch me you can't stop me look in his eyes, though the girl working the counter likely wouldn't be able to see his face anyway. He set the bag down, and twitched his fingers slightly. His silver ring, which he had tucked under the bag, flattened out and turned to a thin, clear glass, nearly invisible as it inched across the counter and into the drawer of cash. The little object, which his cousin had enchanted to be sort of sentient and listen to his commands, began to grab the money, absorbing it inside the clear bit of its body.

((Ooo, I like it))

Wrong. They always come in on your shifts. Osora reached for the ramune, taking a long drink as she tapped the bag of chips. "Two hundred yen. Though, if you're really robbing me while I'm sitting right here, I wonder if you can even afford the chips." She said casually, hooking her thumb in the direction of the object taking money from the register. She seemed oddly calm about that, almost uncaring. Her eerie red eyes scanning the boy over, almost like judging how much of a threat he would be, before she plucked the object up and moved it across the counter, closing the cash register drawer. "While your little buddy is kind of neat, I kind of need the money back."

(thanks! I'm thinking he can also control objects he's transformed, and use them as weapons/Shields/tools/whatever)

Teagan chuckled, picking up the little object. "What, this? This isn't my little buddy. Does it look alive to you?" He held it up to her. It remained perfectly still, a simple glass rod with the money in the center. "As for the money…I don't know what to tell you. I mean…I feel like you're just tricking me, to be honest. How many other customers do you accuse of theft?" He set the glass rod down on the counter with a light clink. "Really. And i can pay." He dug into his pocket for his wallet.

"Thirty bills." Osora said, blinking at him as though incredibly unimpressed. "There were thirty bills in that slot of the register. And there are fourteen now. I've never had to accuse a customer of theft, because usually, they don't actually pay for anything." She shrugged a shoulder, ignoring her buzzing phone. She had put it on silent knowing Shou would keep calling. "Maybe it is alive. The world is a mysterious place." She placed her hands behind her on the counter, leaning back slightly as she watched him.

"Look, I didn't touch the money." Teagan replied. Which was, technically, true. He hadn't. He touched the glass rod with a finger. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have had a long day and a lot has happened, so. I would like to leave." He gestured at the door over his shoulder, looking at her. The glass twitched slightly, rolling across the counter, then stopping again. He sighed, looking at Osora. The innocent act isnt working on her. He thought. Ah well. It's not like i can get much from a little store like this. It's just good practice for the bigger stuff.

"We've all had long days, kid." He was probably older than her, honestly, but Osora didn't care. She'd stopped a home-break in just that morning, and managed to stumble across a mugger on her way back, too. She wasn't really in the mood for games right now, even if this one promised to be fun, had she been in a less tired state. "Look, tell you what. Half the money back, and the rest is yours. That's coming out of my paycheck anyway, so nobody gets in trouble." She offered, her exhaustion showing for a brief second, before she was taking a drink of her ramune again, the expression gone.

He sighed softly. "Well, now you're taking all the fun out of it." He replied, picking up the glass tube. The "glass" melted away, and it turned back into silver, flowing down his hand and turning back into a ring. The money lay in the palm of his hand, and he looked at Osora for a moment. "This was supposed to be a fun little exercise." He said. "But it isn't any fun if there's no fight." He shrugged, setting it on the counter. Then he grinned, picking the bag of chips up and walking out of the store. He hadn't paid for it, and he wondered if she would chase him. He almost hoped she would. He needed the thrill of a good chase.

Osora watched him leave, knowing full well he hadn't payed for the chips. Her mother would tell her not to go after him, and her grandmother would tell her the exact opposite. What would Reeha do, then. She sighed, slipping off the counter and grabbing both her phone and the soda, finishing the latter off in one go. Shou would show up on his own soon, a few minutes at most, and he wouldn't leave until someone was here to watch the store. For all his rebellious and flashy ways, he was just a bit too good of a guy. She slipped out of the door, onto the sidewalk, thankful for the no street parking laws. They made seeing the people walking so much easier. "It's just two yen. If he can't afford it, why not outright steal it, without the theatrics." She muttered, just loud enough for people nearby to overhear.

Teagan had stuffed the chips in his pocket as he left the store. Well. That was a decent little exercise, but…not what I had in mind. Family would kill me if I robbed the bank again, and I can't exactly just pick a fight with some random off the street. He needed a good foght. A good challenge. Something to get the blood roaring through his veins and pumping through his body. Something to take out the anger on. Because damn it life wasn't supposed to be like this. He was 17 and had essentially taken care of himself since he was 14 years old. Henri and May were the closest thing he had to family, and now Henri was in jail, and May was sick again.

"Hey, kid!" Osora called, catching sight of the boy in the hoodie. She shook her head to push her hair out of her face, her walk picking up speed to catch up to him. Not enough to run, or even look frantic. Because she wasn't frantic. King always joked that she was incapable of feeling anything close to fear or even worry, and maybe she was. You know that's not true. The Puppeteer incident made you feel plenty of fear. "You forgot your receipt!"