[attr="class","PostTemplateTag2"]Ravindra Oye

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The moody-looking rabbit would saunter up alongside the man without a second thought, though a frown does remain passively painted across her face that betrays her initial unease with being so forthright with a stranger like this. But something? You gotta take a leap of faith, even if it looks sketchy as hell. Though, this guy doesn't exactly paint her as the most evil guy in the world so far, but it is some sort of balancing ground where everyone is encouraged to at least be marginally able to be endured being around. Toki lets out a subtle and quiet sigh as her eyes lazily drift over the various colorful displays of different food options, shrugging her shoulders and looking down at the measly seven-hundred or so yen she was originally planning to get into the fairgrounds with if this guy hadn't shown up.. not like this sum would have gotten her anywhere- but in any case! She huffs out, "It isn't just bullets this works on, but I shouldn't have to explain that to you, you seem to be the smart type.."[break][break]

Meanwhile her eyes lock on a particularly gaudy-looking sorbet dish, three colorful balls of the stuff contained within a cup with little sprinkles layered on top. Such a meal would be incredibly childish, even if it looks delicious, so her eyes quickly avert towards the same thing that Ravindra requested from the stall. "Honestly..? Ya got me there, chief, I haven't hit the road just yet. So- What are we talking, exactly."

[attr="class","PostTemplateTag2"]Rui Matsui

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Toki gives a casual shake of her head in response to that. There has been a rare few instances where she considered if she wanted to go through with being a true 'villain' but.. every time she had decided that really, it seemed like a lot of work. A lot of those villain types had grand goals and lofty obligation with even loftier reasons for what they did.. Toki doesn't have anything close to that, she's really just been the drifter type up until this point, after all. Toki scoffs, "You should really work on your self-advertising, Mummy.." This girl definitely a screw or five lose, that's for sure.. but it definitely wouldn't hurt to have friends in high (or startlingly low) places.[break][break]

As soon as they get close enough and before the clerk manages to fully pay attention to either of them, Toki picks up the pace towards the front counter. The poor sap has barely managed to lock the phone he was tapping away at before Toki swiftly vaults over the counter and slams her knees directly into the scrawny male's midsection. In that one swift movement, Toki sends them both tumbling to the floor behind the counter with Toki's knees on either one of the male's shoulders. Of course, the clerk's first reaction would likely be to scream for help once he manages to regain the breath the black-haired youth knocked out of him, but by that time Toki has a wicked-looking knife poking directly into his throat, threatening to do more than the small puncture she has created in the movement. "If you treasure your windpipe, you'll keep your yap shut." She punctuates this by pushing it a few millimeters further to spur a small trickle of blood to well up. Of course, valuing his life, the skinny male decides to do as she says.[break][break]

Toki leans up slightly above the counter to nod to Rui, "Bag it, we shouldn't be here long." She states simply.

[attr="class","PostTemplateTag2"]Rui Matsui

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Toki's bunny ears would give a twitch atop her head as the other woman admires her quirk.. Despite how good it sounds, Toki can't help but having always wished for her Quirk to have been something MORE, you know? Maybe something to assist in an offensive manner, something that could make her life easier, but no- All it does is help her embrace her inner cowardice and avoid danger. She gives a sigh after her introspection, shaking her head no at the woman calling her some sort of 'pro', "Ech.. I'm far from a pro or even full time.. I just do what I have to do to get by, you're just lucky i've been hurting for some cash recently.."[break][break]

Though, hearing about Mummy's own quirk, huh.. That seems like something that'd be incredibly useful for some goody-two-shoes hero type, less so a criminal like her. Curious, she'd definitely have to inquire about Mummy's past after this- But for now, it was time to focus on getting this done while the conditions are perfect. Toki glances backwards again before beginning to explain, "You're going to grab the goods, i'm going to keep the clerk.. ahem, occupied.. Got it? And if we gotta split up, we can meet on the roof." There is a sound of her snapping her fingers affirmingly underneath her cloak as she picks up the pace towards the candy-store.

[attr="class","PostTemplateTag2"]Ravindra Oye

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Waking up at the crack of dawn upon the sounds of hubbub and people working to set something up nearby where she lives was not what Tomari was expecting or hoping for when she went to sleep last night. So after rolling herself out of her sleeping-bag and throwing her coat on over her shoulders, she decides to scale down the side of the building like she's done hundreds of times before. Once out in the streets proper she is able to ascertain what all the commotion is about.. Some carnival had wandered into town and decided to take up residence close enough where she would be bothered by the noise of it all. Greeeat, this will certainly do well for her already present lack of sleep.[break][break]

Deciding that now that she's here she may as well head inside to see what sort of stuff she can rustle up to eat, you can imagine her surprise when the ticket-vendor asks her for a startling 1000 Yen. She steps back, even angrier than before and more than a little bewildered, crossing her arms beneath her coat as she takes a second to mentally recover from the string of unfortunate events. Her sulking is interrupted, however, by a much taller man with an air of professionalism about him and.. a mix of other things she can't quite place.[break][break]

"I can't get it. I don't have any money." Her tone is tired, yes, but with a spiteful underlying tone that betrays how annoyed she is not only by the situation but immediately being questioned about being one of the only people not cheerfully strolling inside like it's the easiest thing in the world. She huffs and shrugs, "Toki Tomari.. An' what do ya mean, 'off-limit'..? Got a problem with em..?"

[attr="class","PostTemplateTag2"]Rui Matsui

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Has she ever been spoken to like this before? It feels like she may have, but it's far from a recent memory. She inhales deeply and holds her breath in thought, trying to mentally prepare in some sort of strange, tired way.. This woman has an excitable energy that makes even Toki struggle to tell her no. With a sudden, slightly exasperated exhale, Toki nods her head and shrugs her shoulders as she begins to slowly walk in the direction of the shop. It isn't exactly close, so it should give them plenty of time to discuss the specifics on the way there.[break][break]

"If you don't want to kill anyone, then we'll have to do the tried-and-true method then, eh? A real western hold-up..?" It's evident in her tone that she is somewhat joking.. but the way that her hand slowly moves back into her coat to latch onto something behind her tells a different story. Though, she does glance back to Rui at the sudden questioning and then guess at her quirk.. Of course she would ask about that, huh? Gotta know that she isn't some useless loser who's only skill is running away..! Unfortunately, that's basically what she is. Toki nods slowly and explains, "Ech.. Well, it's basically.. I know when someone's gonna try an' put me in danger. And uh, it helps me avoid that pretty much always, so far." She huffs and flicks some hair from in front of her face, "What about you, Mummy-?"

[attr="class","PostTemplateTag2"]Rui Matsui

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A shopping mall is one of those places in Tokyo that under normal circumstances Toki Tomari would avoid like the plague. A vast, commercial macro-plex of everything and everyone that remains as far out of her reach as can be, thanks to her unfortunate living situation, if you can even call it that. Where most might associate the shopping plazas with merriment and frivolous spending of hard-earned cash, Toki only sees a sea of potential victims of her itchy, greedy palms on a day that she hasn't quite had her nutritional or monetary fill and stern, watchful eyes of those baton and radio-toting corporate slaves that try to call themselves 'Security'. It's all enough to leave a roiling uneasiness deep within Toki's guts, one that keeps her just barely noticeably on edge to the watchful eye. [break][break]

So, of course, when this flashy figure begins to stride at a steadily increasing pace towards her, her breath hitches, icy-cold in her throat as she arches her back slightly. Her sullen, half-lidded eyes widening ever so slightly as the arms and hands burrowed deep within the heavy, tattered trench coat rested over her shoulders shift towards something unseen. But the words this horned woman opens up with, well, it rightfully catches her off-guard. Approaching someone as shady as her and the first thing they make to offer is to try and hang out together..? With free smokes none-the-less? It's awfully suspicious if anything..! But- Her lower lip trembles at the sight of the familiar, small colored carton the woman pulls from her front pocket.. She hasn't been able to have a smoke in days, and who cares if this lady gets to get some temporary good-feels over helping out someone she probably views as some unfortunate homeless chaff? Not like she could keep up if Toki really wanted to get away, much less hurt her, god-forbid..[break][break]

After a moment of silent judgement the rabbit-earred girl speaks up in a gruff, almost grumbled voice, "My.. ears..? That's a hell of way to open a conversation with someone.. Tch.." She shrugs her shoulders in a non-committal manner, "Fine, sure.. Why not.. You can call me Tomari, and yeh, horns.. They're- Nice I guess-?" She extends a weathered hand from the confines of her coat in a manner that quite obviously is in expectance of having one those cigarettes given to her. She knows what she wants, it seems.