MMD-1: A Pair Of Sight For Some Parasite [Odan/Meself]

[Roin]

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Gat-cha.

The Den Den's ending phrase rung through the room of quite the giant of a man. While he had shrunk somewhat in his age, Herba still would have to hunch over a bit in the establishment that he was residing in. Thankfully, sitting down on the cartoonishly small bed meant all he had to do was sit in a squat-like position.

"Mmm... never can have a proper holiday when you reach my age, can you...?"

A cycle of loud squeaks sounded through the room, the large Marine not paying any attention to it until a familiar sensation began to tug at him. Specifically, Turp was clinging to his cheek lazily with one paw, tugging and stretching out the man's face for a slight moment before releasing him and giving her own calm, tired squeak. As old as she was, it was quite likely the ferret was still trying to wake up... and as such, Herba was the one who had to turn his gaze and attention away and toward something that he saw almost daily.

Yammy, the Cyberret, was flopping on the flailing and smaller Skirrit, the black ferret squeaking for mercy underneath the considerably heavier Wapolmetal-enhanced critter. As the youngest of his ferrets, it was no surprise to see Yammy picking on him... but Herba tossed the Den Den at the pair to send the older female skittering along and the little male wriggling side to side in a brief attempt to right himself and get up.

"You leave him alone, Yammy... just because he's a nerd doesn't mean it's okay to pick on him!"

Squeaks of protest rang through the room as Yammy stared back at him, almost as if to challenge him, but no attention was paid to the little monster. Old Man Radix was too busy reaching out to the folded pile of clothes on the nightstand. Having sat there in his boxers while receiving the orders, the man began to dress himself with a sense of calm that betrayed the Parasite's immense size. The innumerable scars covering his arms and body vanished as he wrapped around his white shirt, Turp taking a moment to tuck her head into her tiny paws before rolling from the man's shoulders and to the bed with a loud plop. With her removed, Herba buttoned the shirt and fixed the collar before extending both of his legs out.

The sight of his L-shaped prosthetic right foot was one he'd grown long accustomed to, the act of pulling on his orange slacks remarkably easy despite the shape it held. Having to arch his back slightly and laying back, Turp flopped on his chest while the man tugged the bottomwear entirely on and began to fasten everything.

"Fetch my harness, you lazy girl. Or have the pests handle it."

Turp looked to Herba from her spot on his chest, taking a moment before looking back and squeaking to the other two. Squeaks came back to signal acceptance, something Herba knew from his time training ferrets, as the two ran to a pile of things in the corner of the room. And as Herba sat up, hooking one arm around Turp to keep her from falling from his chest, the duo slid a pair of shoes into position. Yammy chattered in her tongue before darting off back toward the corner, Herba sliding his foot into one shoe while Skirrit fiddled with the other shoe to get his prosthetic in, the very sight comical as he did so.

With his shoes on, Herba reached out to the floor beside the nightstand to retrieve something that he needed to put on before anything else. And one by one, the Marine slid the harnesses and bandoleers that supported his gear and ferrets over the shirt with one hand. And once the most important section was wrapped around his upper body, Turp snapped awake and wiggled free of his grasp. She seemed stuck for a moment on the mountain of a chest, but she finally clasped hold of one of the harness straps and began her climb. Inch by inch, she had almost gone from a crawl to a sprint in her effort to go from his chest to his shoulders, slumping down into her favorite cranny of the bandoleers. And once in place, snugly fit along his shoulders, the Shock Ferret sat her head calmly on his shoulder to peer forward.

"Alright, you two... let's go!"

The man's voice was stern like that of a parent, the result bringing Yammy vaulting from the ground and upward to him like an eager child. She squeaked upon impact with his gut, the squeaks from further down signalling Skirrit scaling his slacks. One after the other, Yammy and Skirrit slid into one of the resting nooks, peering around from the high ground. But they didn't get to look around for very long, both of the two briefly vanishing as Herba loosely pulled on his custom-fitted suit, buttoning it all the way up to conceal the harnesses and the duo. Yammy was still visible from the collar of his suit, blinking as she looked around, while the other two took a moment of struggling before they appeared from a gap between buttons and from the bottom of the suit.

"It's unfortunate that there are criminals on this island... but the three of you will need to be concealed somewhat so you don't give me away too much..."

A trio of squeaks filled the room, Herba walking toward the door of the room. And as he opened it, his right hand reached out to something that was covering a chair in the corner of the room, his large arm more than long enough to grasp it and pull it along. Coming into view in the World Government-owned tavern, home to many agents on vacation and those who weren't attached to specific groups, the man could at last rise to his full height. Ana Nine hadn't been expecting anyone of his size, after all, despite the town being on a World Government affiliated island. Carefully wrapping the large garb around his waist, just beneath Skirrit's part of the harness, the man tied it nice and tight in place, his Justice Coat's symbol visible clear as day... so long as one looked down to where he wrapped it around his waist, like some normal blazer or jacket.

"I need someone who's good with maps! I've got work to do around the island today! Orders to carry out, but I don't have any of my own troops on the island to assist me with this! A pair of eyes that aren't so old!"[/font][/ul][/ul]

[odango]

Hazel eyes scanned the room and her frail-skinned face gave a nodding gesture to her new acquaintance, so not to appear rude for looking away. The young marine was just checking to see if they were bringing more water bottles down to the lobby or not. While to some it might not have looked like it, for her it seemed hot on the island – even indoors. Not to mention - it was sunny and she was with short sleeves. The girl could not get tan for whatever reasons, so that meant she would either have to hide in the shadows or walk around with red arms for a while. She could try to find some sort of UV-ray protective wear but that seemed too bothersome in this humidity she felt. All due respect, the problem was real. Tsubaki was also not one of the most energetic when it came to doing extra activities. In short – she liked being lazy most of the time.

*Fine, you’ll live. Just breathe. You will get used to this place. No matter what they want me here for, I can do it. Well, not everything, but still… Anyway, better take the time to nod again now.* she thought, while guiding her focus back on the woman next to her – a tan woman in her fifties dressed in a summer-dress in a variety of colors. It was very bright, the dress, but it was not distasteful. On her face she had sunglasses and her partially grey, partially raven hair was pulled back in a bun. The woman was wearing sandals resembling what one would imagine the Greeks defined as footwear from the old days, and in her hand – she held a straw hat to protect her dark head when she went outside.

The woman’s name was Lucy and she seemed to be the wife of some official. By her stories, Tsubaki had determined that they came here quite often. The reason must’ve been a personal attachment or maybe – as Lucy said – this was the place where her husband was the most lucky in terms of gambling. While explaining this, the older woman was quite cheery. As Tsubaki had sat down earlier in one of the arm chairs with a bottle of fresh water, which was now gone, Lucy had soon came up to her and occupied the nearest chair. Why? The teenage marine did not know. She assumed the older woman was just being friendly, bored or both. After all, she did start the conversation with saying “Nice weather, isn’t it?”. That was code for “I have nothing to start this conversation with” unless the weather was indeed extraordinary nice. Honestly, Tsubaki thoroughly disliked how hot it was, but she just replied positively out of a norm of small talk. By all means it was what most people considered nice – sunny and warm.

Whilst now listening about the misbehavior of Lucy’s youngest son and watching her insert one of her hands in her bag – probably to search for something, since the commotion in there was quite huge – the hazel eyed brunette reached up one hand and in a hooking motion, grabbed all of her hair from her back and pulled them over one shoulder. It felt as if she was wearing a fur coat on her back beforehand. She felt betrayed by her waist long locks. To think, she took such good care of them. Why did they try to melt her back with warmth in the summer but god forbid if you let them touch your bare skin after a long winter walk. For a slight moment, she contemplated cutting them off right then and there. However, that wouldn’t really pay off in the long run. Instead, she calmed her light frustration, by taking a firm hold of the armrest of the white leather armchair she was currently using. Her fingers gripped onto it tightly and then relaxed. This happened quite a few times and developed a rhythm aligning with her heartbeat. The young noble found this to calm herself down when needed.

”I’m sorry, but are you a member of Shield or the Marines?” the woman next to her asked all of a sudden.

”Huh… er, wah?” she gave back, slightly confused. What was Shield? Were there marines who had a shield trend? How did she not know of them?

”I am an officer of the Marines, m’am.” she replied politely with a smile. But what was a Shield besides the obvious explanation? The young Taighana was about to inquire further about what Shield members were but got distracted by a rather large figure appearing in the lobby. More than that, he was an Ensign. Oh-oh, this could mean something either humiliating or dangerous for squirts like her. But heck, he was huge. And, Tsubaki could’ve sworn that she saw a random part of his chest move.

He needed someone to read a map? The request was quite loud so almost everyone there heard it. It also seemed Lucy did not care, since she was pulling out the family photos that she found in her bag. Now the moment to decide her further plans had come because she would probably end up sitting here forever or she might end up getting hurt in a mission with an Ensign…

”Excuse me, I have got to go.” the busty teen gave in a polite manner and stood up, her oversized uniform shirt swaying with each motion impatiently. Her senbon pouch and long katana strapped to her the Petty Officer closed the distance between her and the half giant marine.

”Petty Officer Taighana, sir! I’m quite good with maps.” She gave in a polite tone and gave a salute, since it was custom.

[Roin]

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The woman, by the name of Taighana, had been so quick to step forward that no others had even showed the man a look. Not that the Commander minded much, of course, but the man wasn't in the mood to be fussy over what other Marines thought of him. Justice and righting wrongs were the reasons he had stayed true to the path laid out by his ancient mentor. Reaching toward a pocket along his suit, Herba carefully took hold of a parchment within his abdomen-positioned compartment. Pulling free the folded map of Ana Nine's streets while moving his right hand to clasp Yammy by the head and pulling her free with a well-practiced scruff. Extending his left hand and the map toward the woman, Herba tossed the Cyberret outward and over her head to the center of the room. Only taking a moment to see the ferret land, rolling and darting around for a brief moment.

"Yammy, go fetch my baton! And be snappy about it! It's heavy but you're strong enough to not lollygag about it!"

Having ignored the woman long enough to ensure the squeaks and sight of a frazzled Yammy ensured she was off to the backroom to find his weapon, the large man returned his gaze to the Petty Officer before bringing his now free hand up in a casual salute.

"Commander Radix of PARASITE, but I'm not fielding my command currently so you may call me Herba if you'd like. You're good with maps, so I'll require that you help me locate the Mayor's Office and lead me there."

Disclosing the details of the phone call wasn't ideal, especially due to the nature it carried, but Herba wouldn't hesitate if this woman proved ineffective or resistant to aiding him. With her quick volunteering, the youth had instantly ruined any chance of finding anyone else. And while facing this potential hazard alone was well-within his individual abilities, it never hurt to enlist the aid of another Marine. It made filing paperwork somewhat easier since it could be corroborated by another's paperwork. Of course, that also left the possibility of discrepancies casting shadows of doubt on it... but there were few investigators that wanted to pester someone who on paper appeared like they'd be senile and not give strong reports.

The old man would keep the map offered as his salute lowered, the room continuing their business as Marines and agents checked in or out. Distant sounds of shrieks as staff no doubt saw Yammy darting around were already beginning, clanking and crashes heard no doubt from the objects being thrown or dropped in the fear. All three of the ferrets he took into the field were conditioned for battle so there wasn't any doubt in his mind that his steel baton would find its way back to the room. It was a considerably large weapon, but the telescopic design meant it was light enough for Yammy to carry with ease thanks to her own body's enhancements.

I hope that she doesn't- ... I should focus on the conversation with this young girl rather than worry about that troublemaker.

"Once you reach my age, most maps just look the same... the only bearings I have are the natural ones. And... if it helps, I'd be willing to make a stop and buy some sake afterward."

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{OOC}Short, but due to the fact I didn't know if we'd like them to be far or close. You can choose, but once you have I'll be able to set the scene and make more stuff to interact with. o/

[odango]

She was nervous. The young marine could feel her heart beating faster than before. There was also a dry feeling in her throat. It felt as if all the moisture was being forcefully taken and soon she would know what eating a dessert felt like. Thoughts of doubt spread through her mind like a drop of ink in clear water. Perhaps, she had rushed into speaking up? What if it seemed too intrusive? The choice had been spontaneous. She did not think about it too much – it had seemed like a better idea than sitting in the stove of a chair and looking through Lucy’s vacation photos.

*I hope that he was not talking to a general group after all. It would be embarrassing if the question was aimed at one of the smaller marine groups migrating around the lobby. What if I get scolded for just rushing up? Perhaps I seem pushy… Am I pushy? Oh no, what if people think I’m pushy?!

Okay, calm down. Every step forward is still a step forward. It might be a step into a bottomless pit, but it is still progress, in a way, right?* she thought to herself, eagerly awaiting some form of response. *But is he tall, thou… I bet he leans down while going through most doors.*

It was true, she felt quite little even if being an inch short of six feet was decent for a girl. This man was huge. He wasn’t fat – he was just huge. Probably the tallest person she had met was this man. The girl hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting any giants or people with long limbs. Tsubaki couldn’t help but wonder if he was bigger as a child and if so – did he lose at hide and seek often. It seemed like such an irrelevant question but her mind did tend to wonder. The reason for this might have been her creative nature.

It seemed the man was going to pull something from his pocket. Tsubaki just swallowed the lump forming in her throat and kept her hazel eyes locked on the big guy. What was it. Would it be a paper of some sort? He might actually give her a map on the spot. It could also be a weapon to smack her with for running up to him – she really didn’t know for sure. What the brunette did know was that she did not want to get scolded or have a reason to search for a doctor.

However, what happened next was something she had not expected. While it did look like he was about to reveal some sort of piece of paper, the superior officer pulled out a living thing from his jacket. It was a weird rat or a ferret… maybe a very, very odd hybrid of the both? And it seemed unnaturally enhanced. For a moment Tsubaki considered it being a dream and lightly bit down on her lower lip – not enough to make it bleed but enough to cause some pain so she could wake up. As it turned out, it was quite real. The man then hurled the critter over Tsubaki’s head, making her hair stand on end. The nineteen year old officer just stood there, not moving and not knowing how to respond. What was she supposed to do? What was anyone supposed to do when your superior throws an animal over your head and begins speaking to it? Honestly, she had no ideas.

*He’s talking to it… Perhaps the animal is trained? Yeah, people talk to pets, it’s normal. It’s normal. Yes, normal, and it is still better now than in that chair.*

The hazel eyed noble was reassuring herself. Actually, not reassuring – convincing herself that this was normal in some form. Another plus was that the situation was not boring. The young woman did wonder if anything else was going to go flying over her head anytime soon. What if next it would be a bigger animal? Could he store a bigger one in his coat? Perhaps she should be on her guard more, just in case.

*C-c-c-commander?!*

It wouldn’t be seen but mentally her jaw hit the floor. This man was a commander? Oh no, was she supposed to bow and salute and bow again? She did not know, this was the first person above the rank of Junior Lieutenant that she had ever met. Sure, she had seen higher ranking officers at some point but she always thought that they were never going to interact with her. Perhaps she was being disrespectful by rushing over as she did? What would she do now? Should she apologize for not knowing? No, that would look worse. Better pretend like she knew. Yes, she would just not mention it at all. Never. At least, until someone asked her about it and even then she might lie.

Only then did she register Herba was still in the process of handing a folded piece of paper to her. Shaking loose the chains of shock from herself, the girl reached out to take it. The Commander had explained what it was he required her to find and after registering it, Tsubaki unfolded the map and began looking. It did not take very long. The hazel eyed brunette had taken a look at the town map before to find some places where there might be new tea leaves she could try. Meanwhile, the towering man spoke again. He told her how at some point maps started to look the same. He was probably right. If looking at the same thing enough times the details start to fade. That is how she understood it and accepted the words to be true. Also, she got the feeling the man was a genuinely nice person. Then again, it was probably because of him being older and poking out the faults of aging in a more carefree manner than expected. It was then that Tsubaki decided to go through with her offer to help. Not much had really happened. She had just gotten the vibe this guy was a good person. Usually the empathetic teen got it right. Even when she didn’t, she found something good in others to hang on to – or at least tried to.

”I have located the Mayor’s office for you, Herba-sama. It is a few blocks from the market place, meaning a fifteen to twenty minute walk.” Tsubaki informed Commander Radix after having carefully examined the map. The teen had traveled around to some places with her cousins before joining the marines. In fact, they got dragged around a lot of islands. Every time Tsubaki would have been the one holding the map so something like this did not cause any difficulty to her.

*Buy sake afterwards? Wait a minute… I might get to sit down and have a friendly chat with a Commander? WHAT?! This might be a good day despite the temperature. Could it be a lucky day, I wonder? And is it really fine to call him Herba or did he just say that while not even expecting such a result? It would be sad to get a ferret to the face because of my choice of words…*

[Roin]

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Though she'd spoken more than loud enough, the words fell somewhat missed upon the man's ears as he rather somewhat distantly raised his gaze to look at one of the few light fixtures in the main room. With a rather grumpy shift to a frown, Turp poking out from the man's attire to idly paw and lick at Herba's hair. The gesture was enough to draw his gaze to the ferret for only a brief moment before finally turning a rather bored look to the young Marine. As much as she seemed willing to spill over and babble, perhaps she wasn't due in part to being blown away someone as old as him was still serving. But all of that didn't matter, the man moving one of his crossed arms up and back to run a hand through the wild "tail" of his mullet. Turp's saliva and pawing was steadily fixing it out from the bedhead he often had, but the quick stroke had done wonders for bringing a more professional air to the man.

A pot came flying through one of the doorways, Yammy skittering into view with the large weapon worn around her body. Only an instant later, a rather plump elderly woman turned the corner with a frying pan, cursing at the rodent as Yammy bounded across the somewhat spacious interior. Herba turned a half step to only slightly face his direct left and the Petty Officer's slight right. Yammy bounded upward, her enhanced body and training making a near three foot high vault remarkably easy, just as the woman brought the frying pan down on the table behind the little critter. The Cyberret began squeaking up quite the storm as the pursuer cursed and brought the pan back preparing to throw it. Marines nearby and between the two ducked out of the way, the elderly woman letting out a cry as she hurled the tool.

"Just a moment and we can get going, then."

The man took a large step with such force that one might have thought he'd used Soru... but the fact was that he simply moved with the speed of any tested officer of the Marines, bringing his left arm out and up toward an outstretching Yammy. But rather than grab the ferret and dodge, the man grabbed hold of the handle beside the ferret's head, pushing a button on the baton. The ferret turned upside down as the strap around her supported her, Yammy clamping onto Herba's uniform sleeve just as the man flicked his wrist and the baton dismissively extending and smacking the frying pan from the sky and upward into the roof, the iron cracking one of the light fixtures and leaving everyone panicking for a brief moment.

With a chittering ferret struggling and half-climbing along his arm for a moment, Herba's extended baton appeared exactly like the intended "sword" that it meant to replicate in combat usage. It lacked any sort of blade, the clicking of the lock ensuring the weapon remained lengthy and didn't collapse back into baton form, but the way it was wielded showed it could go toe-to-toe with any edged weapon. Waiting just long enough for Yammy to finally get onto his forearm, the ferret leaping from the man's extended arm to her trademark home on his torso rig, Herba at last turned to face the Petty Officer with a sigh.

"On second thought, maybe we'll get the sake first... lead the way. If you can cut off a minute or two of our travel time, that'd be great. I could really use a drink."

The man's dismissive attitude was partly due to the early morning grump Herba was well-renowned for having. The other part was the years of having situations like this brought forth in reports. Even if he pulled off the orders and protected the mayor of the city, there was likely to be at least one incident just because someone decided to try and harm one of his precious ferrets. Had there not been any work, the old woman would likely have been swept off her feet by the man's interest in cooking and good food... but for now the Petty Officer would be the only one that'd get to experience the man's grace.

"If you can't do that, Miss Taighana, then I shall carry you and get us there faster. If I don't get a drink in me, this'll probably turn out like fourty-five years ago when I had my first proper vacation..."[/font][/ul][/ul]

[odango]

Taking a better look at her superior officer, she finally noticed the second ferret. How many pets did he really have? It was a question she was not confident enough to ask the larger man, yet. What was at the back of her head was still the thought of Commander Radix trying to play "hide and go seek" with someone. The images playing around in her head were quite absurd, really. This also made her face show a little - the traitorous corners of her lips curled up on their own and the girl did her best not to burst out in laughter.

She was saved from the quite embarrassing outburst by a rather traumatic experience. There was some commotion going on behind her but at first, she wrote it off as some small quarrel of some sort and was about to pay no mind, whatsoever. As Herba stepped forward to her right, she naturally moved along, turning her body in the direction out of instinct, if not anything else. What she encountered right after, was something she couldn't have guessed.

*What the?*

The previously tossed cyborg-looking rodent was running back, holding some extendable stick on its body, while being pursued by a lady in her best years. The object in the woman's hand was soon identified as a frying pan. It was yet to be certain if it was indeed a wok pan or a pancake one. The woman was waving it around too much to let Tsubaki get a clear look. However, when finally a slam down came, just behind the quite capable ferret, the music loving marine could indeed say it was a pancake one.

Feelings of conflicting nature were now taking the central stage of her mind. She understood why a pancake pan - the bottom was more flat, and you could cover more surface, when hitting something with it. Maybe the little one was disrupting something? PO Taighana did think that trying to squash it was a little extreme. True, women were most likely to be afraid of animals that reminded them of rodents... the fear was also more likely for large people, developing similar fear reasons as elephants, so to say. That woman was no elephant, to be honest, and thus there was no reason to be so hostile towards an animal more the ten times smaller than her.

Tsubaki's attention was soon called back to the man when he said they were about to leave soon. A bit caught off guard, she turned her gaze to the commander. When she glanced back, she met face to face with an incoming ferret and a flying pancake pan.

Her eyes widened yet the irises shrunk to but mere dots of black in seas of golden shades, hands shot up to a defensive stance and in half a second - her throat became dry. What was she going to do? Was she supposed to duck or catch it? What about the ferret.

*Death by frying pan. How lame...*

When Herba masterfully deflected the cooking tool away from his little friend, flicking it upwards like an old, fatigued fly, Tsubaki found herself on her way to ducking down. Realizing this, she quickly regained her posture before th big man noticed, her hands scurrying to straighten the ruffled up, oversized uniform as much as possible. Suddenly, she felt very self conscious about her hair. When was the last time she looked into a mirror? What if her future with the navy would be defined by her messy hair.

Reaching up one frail-skinned hand to her head, the girl followed her SO's example and drive a hand through her waist-long locks, tidying up the split in her strands, if it was by chance out of order.

*I wonder if I can get to that speed someday... How fast was he when he was young, then?*

This old guy was not to be taken lightly. Sure, there had been a thought at the back of her head which told her he would probably end up a charity case still kept on the marines but was one of those "respect him for he fought greatly in some war at some point" types, and that was completely fine. Now it seemed that the teenager might have been wrong.

His request to get a drink before the main destination was odd. *It's not even past noon yet... are Commanders allowed to drink on the job? Then again, he might not be on duty. But!!! The outfit! Should I be actually helping an old man get a drink this early? It might be best for my career but what if he's a reforming alcoholic or something? Is my career really more important than the welfare of a senior with possible addiction problems due to stress experienced on the job?*

As usual, the girl thought too much about it. She also couldn't help but let her mind travel when he said he would carry her, if need be. *Oh, no. I couldn't possibly. How would that look like? I'm not a damsel in distress or something like that...* A new wave of thoughts and thinking ahead of everything took over. This one brought a tint of red to her cheeks, her eyes widening from their usual state but much less than before.

Realizing that she was probably just lost in her thoughts like a mentally challanged example of a person, the girl reached one hand and tapped right under her throat. Then, she proceeded to clear her throat and only nodded, her hand raising in a very stiff salute. The tension spread throughout her entire body as she spun around on her heel. Tsubaki's face was now flushed in red but the nineteen year old tried to ignore it by letting her eyebrows know and putting on a serious face.

*Great. I probably seem retarded now. Maybe I should've saved the ferret? No. No. That would've been too intrusive... I think I won't mention anything about the drinking as well... Perhaps, not speaking and avoiding eye contact would work for this trip?*

Releasing her salute only then, her back turned to the huge mass of ferret hermit, the brown haired young woman walked forward, soon to cross the lobby area and exit out to the street. From the back, one would just see a mass of brown hair swaying from side to side - rarely revealing the word "marine" on her back - an outline of the oversized uniform shirt she was wearing, the flintlock on her right shoulder and a longer-than-usual, black saya tied by a purple cord to her hip, which held her katana.

As soon the five foot and nine inches long woman entered onto the street, she could feel the change in temperature. The heat was very real. Every minute something passed by that could have remained of a breeze but it was mostly humid... Taking deeper breaths now, the girl continued her stiff walk forward, still assuming that the Commander would just be following her.

"Sir, I am no expert in bars, but there is one over there." The girl kept a polite tone, reaching her hand out and pointing at a visible sign of one "Dotted Pony" bar only a mere one and a half blocks forward. Her eyes began then searching for other ways of acquiring sake, in case he was not pleased with this one. She noted a grocery stand nearby but was doubtful they would have some. For a fact, Tsubaki was certain they had bigger varieties of the stuff at the market place. However, that was almost next to their destination, perhaps even a little past it... In any case, she still needed the feedback of Radix.

*What happened forty-five years ago, anyway?*

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{OOC}If there is a need, the color for Tsubaki's speech is 291769