[ pretty sure i could take him ✪ open ]

[scenting]

Who: some weirdo coyote (scenting) and you?! yeah, you
When: icly whenever works best for you really
Where: marketplace, school, and the gym
What: an attempt at not being anti-social was made
Rating/Warning: canine tendencies also me being really bad at writing malia logs

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one. it was a gentle tap, really

[ today malia is trying to Do Her Best. well, that's probably every day with her but today she's trying to do her best when it comes to just basic shopping. she's saved up quite a bit of money over her months here and is looking for a way to spend it today. she just... doesn't want anything, is the problem? either way, she drags herself to the marketplace today with the decision that she will spend something. for herself. that's not clothes or food. something beyond THE BASIC NECESSITIES. it's crazy.

right now, she's looking in the window of a shoe store, looking between the very fancy ones in the window and then her own boots. she runs a hand through her hair with a sigh and --

Hello! Would you like to try a free sample? she's interrupted by a robot. ]

No, I'm fine, I--

[ Our records indicate that you have not made a purchase in the Marketplace yet. Please, let us help you make a purchase! ]

No, really, I don't need any--

[ Refusal to comply will result in detainment! Come with me, come with me! and then the robot grabs her arm. big mistake.

there's what sounds like a growl there and suddenly malia lifts her foot to kick it right into the robot's chest. the robot goes flying, crashing right through at least three stalls and through the wall of a building. debris everywhere and the crowd looks over at malia. ]

Ohhh, shit.

[ does anyone want to help her?! ]

two. accidentally delinquent'd

version a:

[ lunch time! malia doesn't like school, she's not very good at it and she doesn't have many friends because she's an anti-social poop. still, she keeps going because it's the one stable tie that she has to something similar to life at home. she's still failing half her classes and struggling to maintain C's but she's trying, at least.

lunch time is nice though. free food, peace and quiet, and she doesn't get graded for it. today is her favorite -- large piles of meat and she orders two helpings. the problem is, with such big helpings she has to be very careful how to walk in order not to tip them over. which is why you (yes, YOU) are going to be in super big trouble when there is an inevitable collision and malia's food goes everywhere. there's a beat of silence before she growls, snapping her teeth at you. ]

Hey! Watch where the hell you're going!

version b:

[ alternatively: if you don't want to be on the bad side of malia, there is always detention. yep, unfortunately if you didn't bump into malia, someone else did and there was a very big scuffle over it. this scuffle has landed malia in detention for the entire next two weeks because APPARENTLY the school frowns on biting your peers. go figure.

so, if you are the unfortunate soul to end up with her, be graced with a malia tate sitting in the back of the detention room and flinging rubber bands at their robot teacher supervisor. who apparently doesn't really care. how annoying. ]

three. this is only funny if you've watched only god forgives too

[ today there is a teen girl at the gym, dressed very gym-y and with her hair tied back. she's been going at it with the punching bags for a while, practicing skills she's learned from a certain ninja over her time here and just feeling pretty good. she's getting bored though, the adrenaline building up more and more until she sends a very frustrated hand through the bag, sending filling everywhere. she stares down at the mess, giving an awkward cough before walking away.

then, perhaps, she spots you who are also equally exercising here at the gym. she might watch whatever you're doing for a while before approaching, an eager grin on her face as she bounces on her toes. ]

Hey, hey. Wanna fight?

[ she doesn't look that intimidating, right? ]

wildcard. insert lycanthropy joke here

[ seriously she's a loser, someone save her from her loser-y ways. ]

(( OOC: holy shit i'm really slow and super sorry for it! i'm still getting to these, just. slowly. ))

Comments

One

[niceguypose]

[Did you think it was over yet?

As the robot sails on through the air, eventually there's a shouting noise from the direction it's heading in.]

COULD THIS BE?! ANOTHER NEW CHALLENGE!!!

[This is accompanied by a crunching sound - the exact type of crunch a robotic head would make when kicked in the face. Suddenly, the robot is now sent flying back the way it came, while a man in green chases after it excitedly.]

[scenting]

[ SHE KNOWS THAT VOICE. she knows that voice and watches in horror as the robot comes back towards her. she should leave it alone, she shouldn't do anything at all except --

except malia punches the robot out of instinct when it sails right towards her. it's going to be flying back the other way again. oops. she takes a step forward, cringing. ]

I didn't mean to do that...!

[niceguypose]

[Rock Lee isn't far behind it when it happens; he cheers and kicks the robot as it flies towards him, sending it sailing up into the sky. He recognizes that voice, too.]

Malia-san?! [He turns towards her and flashes a thumbs up.] Thank you very much for this challenge!

2-a!

[protectthecastle]

[Veronica was well on her way to trying every single thing on offer at the cafeteria. (Because there were still things she had not seen before and her curiosity couldn't be denied.)

Although maybe instead of being amused at the jiggle of jello, she should probably have been watching where she was going.

To her credit, at least, her hands go to Malia's tray in an attempt to save at least one before everything goes flying.]

I am very sorry. Are you alright?

[scenting]

[ WELL. there's at least that one and she looks begrudgingly thankful as one of her plates was saved. she holds it a bit closer, still frowning. ]

I'm fine but you knocked over my food.

[ looking over at where veronica was looking ]

What's so fascinating over there anyway?

[protectthecastle]

I am glad you are alright, at least. [She lets go of the plate when Malia pulls it closer to herself.]

And my apologies, I had not been watching where I was going.

[She's not ashamed at all that she'd been looking at jello, so she makes no attempt whatsoever to hide that fact.]

I had been wondering how it is that "jello" is made, actually. I have never seen something like that and I was curious.

1!

[cantarella]

[Back in London, Cain never had to worry about clean clothes. Riff took care of it all--made sure they were washed, pressed, tailored and ready at a moment's notice.

Of course, he wasn't an idiot, and he knew clean laundry wasn't going to spontaneously appear in his closet. He still didn't know how to do his own washing, though, and the machines they had to do it with didn't help any. Given enough time, he could have figured it out, of course, but there was a childish and petulant part of him that didn't want to, simply because he was angry that Riff wasn't around to do it for him.

So, for the time being, he elected to focus instead on rebuilding his wardrobe. Thus he was in the shopping district, browsing through an array of shirts that all seemed to be too long in the wrists and too large about the waist, when he heard the commotion from the other side of the store.

Well, perhaps 'commotion' was putting it lightly.

Though the young lady standing among the rubble looked to be a head or so taller than he was (at least without the aid of his favored thick-soled shoes), and had an athletic build and certainly seemed capable of handling herself, something about her seemed rough around the edges in a way that reminded him of Merryweather, and thus he found himself feeling fondly sympathetic.

So, with a soft smirk, he puts back the shirt he'd been looking at and walks over to the mess.]

Right, then, miss. Would you like some assistance, or shall I gape mindlessly with the rest of the throng?

[scenting]

[ malia meanwhile has been standing here wondering how the heck she's going to get out of this one. once the ceres police notices, ohhh boy. ohhhhh boy. she doesn't want to be arrested. she's a little startled then at the sudden voice, looking at cain in bewilderment. ]

Assistance? [ a nervous laugh here ] What, you can wave a hand and make this entire mess go away?

[cantarella]

[He can't help but laugh in return, although his isn't nervous so much as endeared, in a way. She really does remind him of his little sister, regardless of how much older she is, and that's something of a comfort here.]

Hardly, but I'm perfectly capable of bending at the knee, and I can lift more weight than my appearance might suggest. [He lowers his voice, not so much that the gawking crowd won't hear him--which is the point, after all--but enough to add an air of conspiratorial mischief to his next words.] I also have an extensive knowledge of chemical compounds and a knack for sleight of hand. I could slip some quick-acting laxatives to some of your ardent admirers before they had time to blink, if you begin to find them tiresome.

three

[journaler]

[ here is a teenage girl who doesn't really look intimidating either. she also doesn't fight with her fists, so malia will see her with a staff instead: one that's taller than she is. she's practicing her maneuvers and extending her staff, though she takes it easy on the actual artes.

she's gotta conserve her mana in case CERES decides to go nuts again.

when she turns around, she isn't expecting to see another girl, leaping at the chance to spar. ]

Me?

[scenting]

[ malia just nods and places her hands on her hips, smile widening a little. ]

Why not? I don't know how you fight but having someone to practice with is a good thing, isn't it?

[journaler]

[ she can't exactly argue with that. leia straightens and returns that smile with her own. she has no idea what she's getting into here, but--well, it's not all that different from facing different monsters and diving into unknown fractured dimensions. she's actually kind of excited at this chance.

hooopefully she doesn't make a fool of herself! ]

You're right, especially someone new. It keeps things exciting.

[ seems like a yes. ]

I'm Leia! What's your name?

1

[sewayaku]

[ unlike Malia, Zara is a relatively normal (non)human being who goes out every day to do relatively normal shopping; therefore, he's out today, too, buying things for himself and the girl who lives with him, when he spots his poor friend being accosted by one of those pushy sales robots. We've all been there. With a sigh, he sets his jaw, intent on making his way over there to rescue her from the annoyance.

Then she super saiyan punches it through a wall. ]

M -- Malia?!

[ he should probably have something more eloquent to say, but that's it for now. ]

[scenting]

[ whoops!!! she jumps a little as she hears the sound of zara's voice, looking over at him and then back at the wanton destruction. she's about to say something when she sees two ceres police officers turn the corner and instead runs straight for zara!!

that is... to take his wrist and pull him around a corner with her. ]

Sorry, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to do that at all.

[sewayaku]

[ she's gone mad. she's gone mad and she's going after him next -- just kidding, he's being turned into an accomplice instead. He's too shocked to do even halfway fight back, merely stumbling after her with a few sputtered unformed sentence fragments. ]

Wait -- that's -- [ his sensitive ears pick up the sound of footsteps, and, dear god, are they being followed? No, are they being chased? By the guards?! ] -- I'm not the one you should be telling that to!

[ he's not about to turn her over, though. no worries. ]

three

[deontology]

[You know what.

He saw that.

And he's not amused, not at all, perish the thought--but he does manage to say without a single quirk of his lips, arms crossed:]

I assume you'll be cleaning that up.

[scenting]

[ have the most awkward deer in headlights look, sousei. she doesn't even try to deny it. ]

But... doesn't someone else do that?

[deontology]

You made the mess. Why should someone else clean it up after you?

[There is probably a cleanerbot but have some responsibility, Malia....]

one!

[ukakus]

[Wow. Okay. She was just exiting a shop near the shoe store when... that happened. Whatever it was. Probably a freakish, warecoyote display of strength, considering that she immediately recognizes Malia. Somehow, she's not entirely surprised.

This would be a perfect moment to just, you know, keep walking. She's not interested enough to gawk like everyone else, so this logically means she should keep walking. She doesn't even like Malia. She even hopes the security bots lock her away or something, because that means Touka's free to ignore the fact that she's onto her status as a non-human. Really, she should just—

SIGH.

Time to be an idiot and walk right over there before security shows up.]

Don't just stand there, you idiot. [HISSING. TOTALLY PUSHING HER AWAY FROM THE SCENE OF THE CRIME.] Move.

[scenting]

[ this is not the person she expected to help!! honestly, after their last conversation malia expected touka to avoid her like the death plague so when she's suddenly being shoved, she's... really surprised! but at least she goes along with it. ]

I'm not -- I didn't mean -- Ughh, I'm going to be in so much trouble.

[ukakus]

[BELIEVE HER. THAT WAS THE PLAN. Unfortunately for her, she's become something of a bleeding heart and it sucks. Rescuing people from their own poopy decision making is not something she wants to spend the rest of her life doing, and especially not if it's for someone she should be avoiding.]

You already are in trouble, dumbass, so run before the damned security robots show up.

[Security robots which... will probably be here soon-ish, if they don't disappear ASAP.]

one!

[puerilely]

[ Shuu notices the commotion - really, it's hard not to. Especially when you're easily bored by things and distracted at a coin's drop by something changing, no matter how little.

And this is more than just a little. This is amazing and entertaining and fun, and Shuu actually recognizes that voice as that one girl from over the communicators who's reaaally good at dodging questions.

Oh man, this is the best. He looks super stoked as he smiles (and not too nicely..) at her. ]

Oops.. that looks like a big problem! [ Understatement of the year. ]

[scenting]

[ NO... this is the opposite of what she wanted. or at least it would be if malia paid attention to anything ever and remembered who shuu was. she'll figure it out in a bit but instead she sees his smile and immediately scowls. people who smile like that are just not to be trusted, of course. ]

It was an accident, I didn't mean to do it.

[ ughh awkwardly looking over to where the robot lies in a heap and there are some passerbyers going to help it out. oh boy, maybe she should leave. ]

one

[makigumo]

[ You remember this one, don't you? This old lady who's a complete pain in the ass. Or perhaps you don't remember. But she's still going to be a pain in the ass.

This time she's grabbing the back of Malia's clothes and is pulling her up on top of a fluffy and solid cloud. ]

Yo~ Tooth-chan! In a pinch, are you?

[scenting]

[ IT'S THIS WOMAN AGAIN!! malia seems sort of baffled, arms swinging and legs kicking as she's pulled on top of the cloud and when she's there, she props herself up on her elbows and -- ]

What the hell?!

[ this is NOT how she expected this to go ]