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WHO: Glitch and you
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: The month of October
WHAT: Glitch is going about his business.
WARNINGS: Reaper noises? Not much really

A) Library
[Glitch has a thing for books. It's a known fact at this rate. Since school is a thing he's no longer bothering with because of all the cliques and stupid teenagers, books are his learning thing. So pretty much he's holed himself up in a library in one of the higher annexes, all Neverending story style surrounded by what appears to be a fort of books.

He's been left mostly alone by the staff because hey, registered imPort. Who wants to mess with that? Plus saying it's for registered business tends to help with things too. You wouldn't even know he was there if he weren't so quiet and the place wasn't either.

...Well, up until-]

WHAT?! NO, THEY DID NOT JUST-! AW, FUCKERS!

[clearly something happened in his book that he did not enjoy. Grumbling and angry noises ensue as he now is just being a very mildly loud disturbance.]

B) Mall

[Now, Glitch doesn't really care for large spaces with lots of strange unimport people. Honestly, it kind of makes him a bit more on edge with this many people crowded about in one spot but, he's hit a small problem.

His clothes aren't fitting as well as they use to and neither are his boots. Gaggling the web has told him it's just growing stuff and buying new clothes would fix that problem and a local mall should have it.

Before, he just grabbed stuff out of one of those good will bins and went with that, but now he'd rather have something that's his then something used.

The thing is? He doesn't know how to shop for himself in terms of clothing. So, he's awkwardly standing outside of a clothes store looking on in. This is what he gets from coming from an apocalyptic future where one set of clothes are supplied to you.]

C) Fighting evil by moonlight
[Glitch is making a patrol Tonight. Just walking the streets to make sure no asshole is robbing someone who doesn't deserve it or maybe he's spying on some untoward people. Whatever he's doing, it's probably got some criminal element involved.

And if he's stealing from said bad guys who's going to care?

Are you in trouble? Are you there to help? There to tell him to stop trying to steal from the bad guys? Well, get to it.]

D) Wild card
[Have an idea for a prompt? Go ahead and put it here]

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[ Glitch had been investigating a certain crime connection from a Mauritia to De Chima. With Archangel and Red Branch resources at his disposal he figured that whatever this mafia was hiding was in a warehouse in De Chima.

It made sense logically. Why hide things in a crime infested place when you can just hide it in one that doesn't have such a horrible reputation? So, he's made his way to the supposed warehouse and peaks on inside through a window. It didn't seem like anyone was inside.

Okay, good. He flicks a hand, unlatching the metallic lock on the other side of the window and pushes it open. He climbs in and steps inside, walking about slowly and cautiously. ]

All right, if I were incriminating evidence, where would I be?

[the warehouse is on the small side; recently rented, but its shelves are already stocked. mostly with some electronic pieces that look like they were picked up second-hand, or at a bulk discount - very little doesn't need, or doesn't show sign of some sort of repair. but it's all neatly arranged, with some hand-written labels by silver bags to indicate their contents.

there's the sound of a torch in one of the corners. looks like they haven't come here when it's uninhabited, but the noise seems enough to cover the entrance.]

[ No one seemed to be here and well, now's the time to start going through the place. He steps inside the room and starts going through things. Paper, pieces, whatever's here.

Still, he finds it kind of odd as to WHY criminals have electronics lying about. Don't they normally have drugs? ]

[Locus has been trying to change some of his old habits as of late, which means leaving his home without his armour. This, of course, poses a problem when his wardrobe is virtually non-existent, and hence why he's in front of clothing store looking displeased with the entire prospect. That is, until he spots someone worse off than him. He knows him. The kid from the festival.]

If you're going to block the way, at least make yourself look less of a nuisance and more of an obstacle.

[Without his helmet, his voice comes out smooth and unfiltered. No one should recognize him aside from Felix.]

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[ And he does not recognize Locus. The large figure in armor is something that seeped into his brain, so this person? Definitely not recognizable. Still, he's not impressed with how he's being addressed. ]

Wow, hey, I haven't done anything that'd make me the first thing. I can however do the second thing if you REALLY want me to.

[ because if the guy's gonna keep being rude Glitch will step in front them and just be a pest if he gets sassed again. ]

You're blocking the way.

[Really, that's enough to put you as a top contender for anyone forced to go shopping. Still, he'd rather get this done and over with so he simply side-steps him.]

There's other space around me.

[ But, he's not even going to bother getting in the guy's way. He's just going to go on in behind them. Not follow, just, go inside and start looking...and obviously look like he's in way over his head the moment he steps inside.

...Slooooowly turning to the adult he just met and- ]

You know how these places work, right?

[He slowly looks down at the kid, sage colored eyes taking a moment to check if there was someone else he could possibly be speaking too.]

.........

[He found no one.]

Yes.

[Upon closer inspection, he see's more in his stance than his words gave away.]

... Do you?

[ There's a long pause at the question, a very long, awkward, embarrassed pause.

He just mumbles it out: ]

No.

[An internal sighs as his shoulders drop just slightly. He could ignore him and walk away, it would be easy, but he's trying to change. Trying his hand at living in normal society again which meant dealing with random strangers instead of ignoring them completely. At least this was easy, this he could do without much trouble.

He turned his shoulders to fully face him. He could ask him why, ask him where he got his current clothes but he doesn't actually care. Besides, it won't change anything. Instead, he looks him over and finds that his clothes don't look loose but rather a little too form fitting. He had outgrown them. Considering his age, he was probably going to outgrow what he bought now in a few months anyways.]

What size are those?

[He points to his pants.]

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[ Glitch takes a second to look at his clothes, pulling at his pant leg a bit. A long stare and then back at the stranger. ]

The "I don't know" size? [ Look back at Locus.

This is your life right now. ]

[Please, he deals with Felix on a daily basis. This is his life always.]

....

[A look. He's not impressed.]

Go in there. [He gestures to the men's dressing room.] And check.

[ Just glaring at that look, but he'll listen and just go lock himself in said changing room. It's just about a minute later when he comes out. ]

Uh thirty. It's thirty.

[He's standing outside the dressing room when he walks out.

Thirty? Was that length or waist?]

What about the second number?

[Dorian already has plenty of clothes from his work, but he could always get more. This world has trousers that can show off his ass and it would be a shame to limit himself. He's already carrying a bag from a different store when he stops outside the one Glitch is standing in front of.]

You should loiter somewhere else before they call security on you.

[Glitch in his hand me downs couldn't possibly be thinking of buying anything here.]

[ He turns his head and ooh look. It's the fancy looking guy he's met a few times. How convenient. Dorian's statement all but makes Glitch huff his cheeks before looking back at the store. ]

I'm not loitering! I'm just...I need new clothes. [ Little does he know he's about to open Pandora's box here. ]

[Dorian stares in surprise.]

You're actually aware of that. I'm impressed.

I think anyone would be if their pants hardly fit them.

[ Thinking his style is forever okay. What do teenage boys even know about dressing themselves. ]

That is the least of your problems. Those rags aren't fit to be called clothing. They should be burned.

I bet everything else you have is more or less the same.

Excuse me? How my clothes look are fine and yeah okay, maybe they look all kind of similar. So what? How does that bother you?

It's an eyesore. Nobody finds this look attractive.

[And considering Glitch's apparent age this is something he should start to care about.]

[ Narrowing of the eyes. He will punch you pretty man don't think he won't. ]

Really? Than what exactly IS attractive? I've been getting by just fine.

[Disbelievingly:] You've kissed people while wearing that?

[lbr it wouldn't be Dorian if he wasn't pissing someone off.]

...That's really none of your business. [ LBR who would Glitch Kiss? ]

That's a no and thus you've proven my point. It's not a good look and very few things are flattering at your age.

[He motions for Glitch to follow him.]

We're going to burn those clothes after we're done.

Rude. [ However, Glitch really has no choice here does he? He could try and do it on his own but he has to be honest: shopping is a foreign world to him and sizes...what are sizes?

So, he'll just trudge along huffy cheeked.]

No, no we're really not gonna burn my stuff.

[Dorian doesn't even look back to make sure he's coming.]

You're not going to wear them again and they're unfit for anyone else. I suppose you can keep them for rags if you need it.

[He starts going through the nearest rack aimed at teens.]

I'm making do here, but I encourage you to get your clothes tailored if the opportunity arises.

[And maybe tell Dorian about them too. Everything is mass produced these days and it is the worst.]

[ All there is is fuming, but he stands there trying to look passive to the situation....it's not working out well. He just looks grumpy. ]

What the hell is tailored? Sounds like a rich guy thing. [ Okay, he'll slide in now to just look through the rack himself...

and of course he comes across something that makes him smirk. It's a shirt...a really, really ugly shirt. The color far to violent and bright shade of cyan for the eyes, with a stripes going every which way in shades of brown and pink.]

I think this is perfect. The best shirt in the world

[Dorian stares in horror when Glitch claims to not know what tailored means. He's about to very primly inform them when Glitch shows off his find.

Dorian would never wear that sort of thing, but he can imagine the people who would. He knows Glitch is trying to be difficult however the kind of shop they're in means that everything is considered to be the height of fashion.]

You have expensive tastes. Check the price.

[He won't be surprised if it does turn out that this ugly thing is the most expensive item in the shop.]

[ Dick is always well-dressed, though not nearly to the same degree as back home. Left to his own devices, he favors t-shirts and jeans, albeit more expensive brands than the average teenager wears. Hey, he doesn't spend money on much! He just... likes it when things fit well. Is that so wrong?

So today he's cruising around the mall, as teenagers always tend to do, when he sees a familiar face staring at a clothing display. Okay, he'll go say hi. ]

You know, you're gonna lose a staring contest with a mannequin no matter how hard you try.

[ Glitch jumps out of his should he go should he not go stupor when he hears the very familiar voice address him. He turns, frowning prominently and probably looking just a bit embarrassed.]

I- I wasn't having contest with a non living thing, man.

Just...you know..window shopping? Maybe literal shopping.

[ He laughs, rocking up onto the balls of his feet and back down. It's only a little bit teasing, not unkind, because hey, he looks uncomfortable. Better not be too obnoxious. Yet. ]

What kind of stuff are you looking for?

[ He's frowning a bit, suppressing what would be redness in his cheeks. ]

Things that fit, I'm-I'm kind of running out.

The place next door's way better.

[ He jerks a thumb toward the other store and grins. ]

I could come along and give you second opinions if you want?

[ Okay, being offered help by a reasonably attractive and cool boy.

Play it smooth...play it smoooooth.... ]

...Please, oh god, please I don't know what I'm doing. [ nailed it. ]

[Mewtwo had his own patrol going this evening. He was getting increasingly brave outside his 'human' disguise...mostly because he had a cloak to cover and hood him.

He rarely expected people to be outside aside from those who weren't supposed to be. He hovered atop a streetlight when he stopped to find some petty thief had fallen under the watch of another night watcher like himself.

The pokemon doesn't dare to go down just yet, merely trace this human. If he's being unsavory as this mugger well...he can take care of him too.]

[ The mugger probably was no expecting this tonight. Suddenly getting tackled over by a very small teenager. They had it coming obviously. Who mugs a mother and their child anyways? It's getting dicey though as Glitch is weaving and dodging out from under a knife. ]

[Mewtwo watches the fight for a bare few seconds before he sees the knife fight intensifying matters for both parties. The pokemon hated to make a swift decision, but in this case, someone carrying a knife posed a greater threat than someone who didn't

A cloaked figure dropped down from the sky to reach for the stranger's knife with his telekinetic ability in an attempt to wrest it away.]

[Sitting a little ways away in an armchair with a pile of history books on a stand next to him, Albert's been quietly minding his own business. That is until the stacks of books he'd previously assumed to be overstock or returns raises its voice and manages to echo through the entire upper level.

Albert winces, the sounds amplified in his audio receptors and peers around until he catches a glimpse of the dark hair behind the books. He pitches his voice low]

Hey, might want to pipe down a bit or you could get thrown out.

[ Glitch looks up from his book for a moment when apparently someone is addressing him. Glitch just frowns deeply as he clutches the text he'd been reading. ]

Well, soooorry- [ no he's not ]

But, the lead just got backstabbed and I want to see vengeance.

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Closed Prompt to Cal, Kasumi, Garrus, Cap America and Cu

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I think you're right. /blind

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