towerofanimus | Ya Ha Fiddle-De-Dee

Characters: Mindang, open
Setting: Floor eleven.
Format: Action.
Summary: Mindfang get bored. Mindfang is pirate. Mindfang steal stuff. Feel free to presume she has taken something from your character's trunk.
Warnings: Potential for violence, language, and creepy flirting. . .

[It didn't take long for the tower to bore Mindfang. At first this manifested in her disappearing as she explored it, every nook and cranny that she could find. Its inhabitants were ignored, even the ones she had shown interest in before, and she found herself forgetting about the network entirely.

And then it had turned into something else. The entire tower explored she took to her old ways, stealing items that interested her. Trunks weren't a match for her and her lock picking skills, and soon she had collected enough to make a small pile in floor eleven. Trolls may notice a smirk on her face as she plays with certain jewellery pieces lifted from her trunk, and others may notice a white dragon headed cane she holds in one hand, her own version, the one lifted from Redglare's corpse.

And then she waits. For the real fun to begin. After all what fun is it to steal if you never get any reaction. And it's even more fun to see these reactions.]

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_{[Her bat was gone.

It was a trifle, useless thing - compared to her CDs, definitely - and she'd snitched it from her school's supply in the first place. But it was also the only physical remnant Sayaka had of Mami. The magic had gone from it a long time ago, but looking at the bat always raised a solemn question - what if she'd made her wish sooner?

...would she even be here in the tower if she had? Her witch hunting days seemed like a whirlwind of activity compared to the months she'd spent here, as blue gets a little blacker week after week. If Mami had still been alive when.. Sayaka was dragged here, she can't help but think they might've took the wiser magical girl instead. She hadn't thought about Mami at all lately, and she feels bad that the reminder was something like this.

It might take her until Mindfang's nearly bored of presiding over her stolen pile for Sayaka to stumble on her, or it might be early in the whole whim - but either way, a human child is scrutinizing the perfectly ordinary baseball bat sticking innocuously from the loot pile. She looks incredulous, and increasingly angry.]}

...Where'd you find that bat.

[There's a little blue haired girl talking to her. A human, if she remembers correctly, and so small too. A wiggler, perhaps? Likely. The expression of anger growing on her face amuses Mindfang and she can't help but laugh, the sound husky and filled with mocking.

Victim one. And so easy to anger]

Hmm? The bat? Oh, you know, how one finds most things. Around. And by looking. It's an interesting little thing. Do you know what it's used for? A club, a weapon, or something else?

_{[Sayaka starts when the troll bursts into laughter, an imposing figure, but just human-like enough that she wouldn't raise a sword at them in good conscience. Her eyes flutter back down to the bat, and her grimace resumes. She considers just dashing for it and skipping the small talk entirely.]}

It's a piece of polished wood. There aren't any mysteries in it. So can I have it back?

[Mindfang watches where the girl's eyes land more closely this time, before slowly pulling out the wooden bat. Held in her real hand she inspects it with her robotic one, tapping the wood lightly]

Yes, but what does it mean? Why is it so important to you?

_{[...oh, so that's the kind of game she's trying to play. Sayaka clenches her fist, debating whether she should really say anything - and what there is to say, really.]}

..Gee, let's see. It's something of mine from home. That's simple and easy enough, right? Make sense to you?

_{[It means Mami and what Mami did for her, she decides. Even if she's had regrets, it's not something she would take back.]}

[Jin didn't actually have any real reason to carry around his briefcase anymore; his laptop wasn't here, money was irrelevant, and the suppressants could apparently be found in the infirmary. At best it was good for carrying around his grenades to deal with these monsters, but he did have his pockets and his Evoker if he really needed it.

However, having it was sort of a safety net. And well, at the least, he sure wasn't going to let someone else take his suppressants and his grenades or smoke bombs, especially since he had a limited supply here. So when he saw the metallic briefcase in the pile of junk the grey-skinned woman was sitting on, he was not happy. At all.]

Hey! What's the big idea?!

Hmm? [Her voice drawls, her posture relaxed and every inch of Mindfang screams comfortable laziness. An act really, she's as alert as can be even if her eyes are focused on some gems pulled from Dualscar's trunk, the light reflecting off them and onto her face as she studies them.

But the gems fall back into the pile as she raise her head at the words of this new human. Slowly an eyebrow lifts as she studies him, her eyepatch abandoned for the day and leaving her blinded yet bright red eye clear to all. And then she smirks, all smugness and confidence]

What's the idea? Well basically, the idea is that you all should learn how to better secure your stuff I suppose.

[Jin glared; man, whoever this chick was, she sure was annoying full of herself. The red eyes? Admittedly impressive. But nothing he hasn't seen most night of his life.] I shouldn't need to secure my things from creepy dumbasses sneaking around with too much time on their hands.

[Screw this, he walked over and basically made a grab for his briefcase. He wasn't gonna let her just keep it.]

[Richtofen had just been minding his own business, giving the Tower another once-over (it was spectacular! If the Tower was a person, he'd love to dissect it), when he noticed one of those gray-skinned, horned people sitting on a pile of stuff. He wondered briefly if hoarding was a characteristic of their race, then paused long enough to give the pile of stuff a once-over.

...Hey. Is that his golden rod?]

Er, excuse me. [His words are polite, but his tone is anything but. He sounds like he's just barely managing to keep himself from diving on top of the troll and ripping her throat out with his teeth.] I believe you have something there that does not belong to you.

[Oh this one was interesting. All attempts to be polite but with that infection in his voice... oh he wanted her dead, most likely for taking his things. He would be a good source of entertainment she decided, a smirk forming as she shifts on her makeshift throne of stolen goods]

Oh? I have many things that don't belong to me, do be more specific. [Unlike his, her voice is a purr, her arrogance clear]

[He chuckles.] Oh, haha, of course. You see that golden rod? The one with the long fingers on the ends? Yes, that would be mine.

[His tone changes abruptly into something more outwardly venemous, and his smile fades away into a glare.]

Now, if you would give it back...

(ooc: here's a picture by the way, in case you needed a reference)

Ya Ha Fiddle-De-Dee

.....hi this is too much introspection

lmao it's fine!!!

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