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| The One True Nobody | Dec 11 2017, 02:30 AM Post #1 |
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"...does this clockwork hand follow you... or guide you?"
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Violet Rose hadn't had much time to properly get acquainted with her new home city for her first half-year in Japan. Oh, and she had been there for a long time. The real reason that no one had taken notice of her until then, apart from her not having started school until that April, was because she had been home for most of it. It had taken a long time, by God, but she was finally in a position where she could go to school and not worry about having too much trouble with the curriculum. She could go out and do things in town without sounding like an ignorant tourist choking her way through a half-remembered second language. She could even read books. Harry Potter was an interesting experience in another language. Violet kind of felt a swell of self-pride when she considered that she numbered among a relative few people in the world who could say they had read the same series of books in two languages and understood both well enough to tell where the translation had veered a bit off the intent of the original. More importantly, though, she could go out and have fun. In her last days in Louisiana, that had been a shaky proposition. She hadn't exactly lived in the sticks, but her home suburb was small enough that everyone had recognized her and most of them had seemed to have bought into the rumors. She took a long, hard, brainfreeze-inducing sip of the pineapple slushie she was drinking to purge this thought from her mind, then opened her eyes and looked out across the river. The view was quite nice, and there was a small picnic park here: it had become more popular in recent months because of the unsettling tragedy that had occurred at Ruwashi Park, the city's normal go-to nature getaway. That had happened while Violet was still in the early stages of tutoring. She didn't know much about it, beyond what had been reported in the news. In some ways, Violet was still innocent and ignorant. After all, she was not a Persona-user. So how could she know anything about what had really happened that day? Setting her slushie down, Violet picked up her box of strawberry Angel Pie Minis and plucked one out, popping it into her mouth and savoring the soft taste of chocolate, marshmallow, and strawberry. Japan had some really good snacks, she thought. Now that she'd had a bit of time to adjust, it wasn't so bad. She felt a bit metaphorically naked, of course, knowing that no one had any guns staged in their houses. When no one is allowed to have guns, only outlaws will have them was an idea that she had learned to accept as a fact of life. But she had gotten over that by spending time around her aunt's quaint little house (Japanese houses really were as tiny as the legends claimed) and her time on the train (another anime legend proven true) brainstorming plans for how to defend herself in the one-in-a-million emergency where she might need to. She'd been quite happy when she found a nice five-pound dry chemical fire extinguisher in the kitchen and found that it worked just the same as the ones back home. There were few better self-defense tools in a pinch than a good, hefty metal fire extinguisher. It had so many uses, and the bad guys never even noticed that they were a factor until someone had the bright idea to use one in a fight. She wasn't nearly as antsy about it now, but considering that deaths had happened in a public park, she let her eyes wander the riverside picnic tables as she slowly ate her way through the bag of bite-sized chocolate-covered marshmallow-cream cookies. Her mind visualized idley the sort of emergency that might pop up in this setting. Nothing as dramatic as whatever had really happened that day, of course. But suppose there was an argument between two male friends and she was nearby... one of them got too aggressive and she felt the need to try and talk them down. If that person turned their aggression on her, then... she'd probably still be sitting, or maybe she'd have stood up and walked to the next table over? Then she'd better think of this from two angles... hrm... Bruce Lee had some ideas on how to defend yourself sitting down, and she knew the SPEAR system, which worked for both... Her eyes swept the scene as her brain ran through the scenario. She was halfway through both it and the box of cookies before anything of consequence happened to change the course of her day. It was that kind of tranquil scene, where nothing could go wrong whatsoever. It was also open to the road and to the front windows of all the shops across the road, so such an emergency would never happen here. But then people had probably expected that the gas line under the bigger park wouldn't explode, either. It helped to at least think about these things. |
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