First Memory

[halfempty]

[Mac Anu]

[First, he takes an admittedly strong and perfectly formed roundhouse to the head. Like that wasn't bad enough. Then, the next thing he knows, he's in this completely unfamiliar place that looked a lot more friendly than Japan (or what was left of it), with new clothes and the only things linking him from his current state of mind and the memories he wished he remembered, gone.

If that wasn't enough to piss him off, it would be a godsend.

Of course, he was pissed. And it shows as he wanders around the place, completely confused despite getting some idea of what was going on. Didn't change how confused he was, or the fact that two plus two equaled seventeen right now. Yeah, he's a little slow on the uptake sometimes. But he's an honest guy. Especially when he vents his frustrations in the middle of public like it was nobody's business.

Like right now. At the top of his lungs.] Ugh... What a giant load of crap!

Comments

[ladieswhodresslikemen]

Can't argue with you there. Lotta people here were just kinda dragged in.

[halfempty]

What? You mean I'm not the only one?

[ladieswhodresslikemen]

'Course you're not. I got here from more of an accident, but most people seem to just show up for no reason.

[halfempty]

... Would getting a heavy blow to the head count as an accident? [Sounds legit.]

[ladieswhodresslikemen]

Depends, what did the hitting?

[halfempty]

I... think it was a foot.

[ladieswhodresslikemen]

Yep, definitely coulda been kidnapped. Either that or someone wasn't looking where they were falling.

[trap_factory]

[a guy wanders up next to Ragna, red eyes seemingly glowing in mirth (madness?)]

At least you're honest about it. [he reaches up to adjust his earpieces in a gesture similar to someone trying to clear their ears] But I think the people in the Mercenary District didn't hear you. Sheesh.

[halfempty]

[An eyebrow raises, but the small expression is replaced by aggravation just as quickly as it happens.]

Want me to give it another shot? I'm sure I could curse this place out a little louder.

[trap_factory]

Oooh, someone's feisty. [Bloodedge gets a toothy grin in response to that]

Alienating everyone from yourself already? It sounds like you've barely even been here an hour. Good job. [he highlights this with clapping even]

[halfempty]

[He scowls a bit.] I've got nothing to prove to anyone, so like I give a damn.

[trap_factory]

[the grin doesn't even diminish at that response]

Hmmm... Guess I should at least try and spare everyone's eardrums. So.

Any questions?

[halfempty]

Yeah... What's the damn deal with this place?

[Vague and open-ended. Good enough for him.]

[greaterspeed]

[it seems that his shout had an unintended effect of knocking a super speedy someone off their feet. Or maybe just tripping them up]

WHOA!!

[CRASH! Right into a pile of barrels and if the NPCs weren't avoiding you before, they certainly are now]

[... y'know. Whatever works for you]

Owww... [ @~@ ]

[halfempty]

[The crash makes Ragna jump back quite a bit.

As much as he was angry, he's a little worried.] Hey, are you alright!?

[greaterspeed]

[in a heap amidst a pile of knocked over crates is a skinny blue haired kid with swirls for eyes at the moment]

Did anyone get the number of that truck? [one hand goes up to rub his head before he looks at Ragna. Now that he's stationary, the cat-like (hedgehog!!) ears on his head are apparent. Ah, no wonder he reacted so dramatically] My ears are still ringing...

[blink... Blink... oh-!] I'm cool, man. I've run into worse at faster speeds. Not keen on doing it again but I'll live.

[halfempty]

[Ragna doesn't even bat an eye at the kid's appearance -- if anything, he chalks it up to Beastkin. And that's not exactly a rarity where he comes from, so there's no reason to act surprised other than the fact that the kid doesn't seem pissed.]

You run into things on a regular basis?

[greaterspeed]

[Sonic's pretty chill for someone who lives at the speed of sound. And besides, he's so used to people trying to kill him. All in a day's work, Rawrgna]

What? No! ... Well, yea, I did, when I was a wee little hog. [he holds his hand down to his hip to indicate the size difference] I've been doing this for a while now. Y'pick up a few skills along the way to save yourself some broken noses.

So... What's up with you?

[he makes no indication whether he's asking because of Bloodedge's appearance or the outburst. It's probably the same to him]

[halfempty]

[He seems alright. Any concern that Ragna had for Sonic disappears as relief washes over him for a split second, being instantly replaced with a sense of irritation. Not at Sonic, of course.]

I don't want to be here, that's what's up with me. This is just goddamn stupid!

[galaxiapride]

[Don't mind the elegantly dressed douchebag in a mask giving him a judging look.]

[halfempty]

[Oh, he minds. He minds very much. Ragna just hates those kinds of looks.]

You got a problem?

[galaxiapride]

Not really. The problem is all yours, apparently.

[halfempty]

[Even worse than a judgmental look. Logic. His worst enemy.

And that helps Ragna to realize that his temper is misplaced, forcing him into an aggravated groan before placing a hand to his head.]

... Who wouldn't have a problem with all of this? This isn't exactly my idea of fun.

[galaxiapride]

I highly doubt it's anyone's, but that doesn't mean we're all going to voice our grievances at the sky.

[halfempty]

I guess that's where the similarities end. [He doesn't care that he was yelling. He'd do it again, even.] Too bad.