Snippet #2426278

'Stranger' was a term not nearly sufficient to describe the peculiarity of this individual.

"Shame," she murmured quietly, as though remarking upon the transience of life or the fleeting nature of happiness or some profoundly poetic shit like that. "Me neither." And thusly, she turned her scrutinous eye elsewhere: eyebrow raised slightly, Amanhã followed her gaze with her own hard glare, and her eyes fell upon the spot onto which she'd cast the carcass of the irritating ape. Some beast-folk-- she assumed as much, judging by the tail much akin to that of a monkey trailing between their legs-- with their back to her was kneeling down beside the dead cretin, lifting it into their arms, wrapping the thing in some sort of clothe, like a parent cradling the corpse of their slain child.

Amanhã didn't bother to continue watching the beast-folk carry around their dead little thief, and she gave no further thought to it as she turned away. The stranger seemed somehow more preoccupied by it all, following the beast-folk as they departed with her silent gaze. And then, for whatever reason Amanhã could not possibly speculate at-- she didn't make much of a habit of sparing much consideration to others in general, much less the motives behind their often baffling actions-- she closed her eyes briefly, standing without so much as a hint of movement or sound emerging from her slender form.

... well, this is odd. Amanhã frowned, vexed at having ended up in a social situation even odder than usual-- generally, they consisted of somebody being a degenerate, followed by Amanhã making it very physically clear the degenerate was irritating her. She was anything but clear on how one was supposed to interact with a queer human who appeared to be as prone to suspicious bouts of helpfulness as she was to spontaneous meditation.

Well, Amanhã wasn't about to hang around watching the stranger meditate if that was even what she was doing, so she resolved to turn and be on her way, presumably looking like an absolute moron clutching coins in her hand like a child, but it seemed just about that moment that the stranger saw fit to return to reality and open her eyes. And then, because apparently she'd yet to fulfil her 'completely baffle a half-Ashura' quota for the day, she reached down, pulled a pouch from her belt, emptied the coins into her pocket, and tossed it to Amanhã, who caught it and stared at it. "You'll look ridiculous walking around with a handful of coins," was all the stranger offered up by way of explanation, before she turned and vanished into the crowds.

... whelp.

Amanhã inspected the pouch, attempting in vain to find some reasonable explanation as to why someone would just toss an absolute stranger their coin pouch at no immediately obvious recompense, but it seemed to her to be a perfectly ordinary pouch. Wasn't even shittily made. That explanation really only made it all the more perplexing, though.

Then again, for what it was worth, Amanhã was almost certainly never going to have to see that stranger again anyway, so what the hell. She shoved the coins into the pouch, clasped it to her belt where the previous one, now lying destitute upon the ground, had been, and once again made to depart.

This time, yet another person was in her way, except that this person was neither a monkey nor a peculiar human. Now? Now it was some kind of rabbit-bred beast-folk, watching Amanhã from some distance away. Her brow furrowed, and a scowl pulled once again at her lips. What was it with today and random encounters with people who had no significance to Amanhã (which, granted, was anybody outside a small group consisting either of bounties, people paying for bounties, and prospective employers, but that aside)?

"I don't suppose that was really necessary, was it? I don't think you were the only victim, after all..."

Amanhã had pushed back the faceplate of her helmet to once again obscure her features when the beast-folk began speaking, but she was not interested in a prolonged conversation. She trudged forward, and when she reached the beast-folk, she shoved her to the side with one hand, walking past her vehemently.

She was all kinds of done with Poyo.

((I'm pretty sure Lo-Muna would just step out of the way when she figures, probably pretty quickly, Amanhã ain't too affable, but I didn't wanna god-mod, so I just wrote with the template of Lo-Muna just standing there. Feel free, of course, to just have her side step or move out of the way. Probably wouldn't change what Amanhã did otherwise, unless Lo-Muna called her a racist half-breed slur or whatever. But that doesn't seem very... Lo-Muna-esque to me. :v))