[action] i'd say my main influence is myself [open]

[twin_tails]

Who: Junko (and Arashi) and anyone who wants to deal with a teenager with authority issues. (open!)
Where: Around Union
When: 1/16, midday
What: Vandalism, except a version that's less likely to get her arrested. Hopefully.



[One might notice chalk drawings across several buildings in Union today if they look closely enough. They're drawn in such a way that only a few small doodles are visible from the streets, leading into much more elaborate illustrations tucked away in the alleyways out of sight.

An irritated-looking, spiky-haired eevee and a laughing shiny stunky seem to feature prominently, but there's lots of variety in both subject and style. It seems the culprit herself is still around, too, fingerless gloves smudged with chalk-- a lanky teenage girl with pink and blonde streaked pigtails that match her impressively fluffy skunk tail, bundled into a jacket much too light for the weather judging by her intermittent shivers. She's currently working on a doodle of a luxray electrocuting what seems to be a Sword of the Savior, if the uniform is any hint... much to the appreciation of the little shinx cub at her feet.]

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i'm so late i'm setting a new record

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[They didn't have much, but a year of survivalism made it easy to at least scrounge up a few things. At the very least he could scrounge up an extra coat, and he knew from personal experience it was necessary.

Hajime doesn't even bat an eye at the dinky little doodles all over the place-- only steps up behind Junko and drops an extra jacket over her shoulders, and the only other indication of his presence being the happy little chirps that come from the little Cleffa perched on his shoulder.

(Junko was notoriously awful at taking care of herself. He was good at staying prepared.)]

C'mon, why're you picking on the Swords this time...?

[twin_tails]

[She doesn't jump-- even as quiet as he could be, she was used to sensing him around, and the chirpy baby is more than enough warning. She glances his way, half-smiling, softer than her usual jagged smirk-- and pauses long enough to wriggle more completely into the coat as she answers.]

This one collared me a while back.

[She answers easily, almost casually-- she doesn't feel the need to lie, not to Hajime and not about this. He was her brother now, even if it wasn't by relation. Better that they weren't actually related, considering.]

He gave me this long-ass lecture... made a big deal about contacting 'my guardians' because he 'believed they could set me on the right path.'

[There's a caustic edge in her tone and she presses more firmly on the chalk, scrubbing determined streaks of color on the brick. Obviously, that had gone about as well as throwing water on a grease fire. She sends a thin, fanged smile his way.]

I think he felt kinda bad after Mother showed up.

[Not like that would stop her from hating him though.]

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T-Talk about bad luck...

[It was already cold out, but he can practically feel a shiver down his spine at the thought of her mother. Even more so at the idea of one of the Swords actually telling her Junko got in trouble. He'd never interacted with the woman himself, only ever watched from afar; but truth be told, she still kinda freaked him out.

He frowns, shifting his shoulders and letting Chibimi climb into his arms now that they were free, holding the small pink puff ball close to his chest. And he sighs.]

If you get in trouble they might call her again. We should be more careful...

['We' as if he's done anything but stay inside, and 'should' as if he could ever actually stop Junko from doing something stupid.]