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Who: Vivi and Robin (and anyone else who wants to go looking for trouble in the seedy parts of Qosqo)
What:Looking for troubleTraining, obviously ¬_¬
When: Waaay back on March 31, the night before Usopp's birthday
Where: Qosqo
Why: Because we can
Uneven cobblestones paved the streets of this part of town, but they were easier to walk on than the narrow sidewalks littered with the homeless or nearly homeless trying to sell just enough hay or grain to pay for their next meal. The fact that they were out this late meant that they weren't likely to be eating at all. Robin knew better than to pity them with a coin, and hoped that the sympathetic Princess next to her had learned that lesson at some point, as well. A mangy dog scampered between them at the sound of a whistle somewhere down the road.
Robin sniffed discreetly- where there was booze, there would be the fight they were looking for. She turned down a dark, strangely moist side street and tried not to think about the cause of the humidity that rose only waist high on the walls. Someone's front door stood open at the end of the street, and the sound of music, laughter, and yelling bounced off the mud-bricked walls. It certainly smelled like the sort of place they wanted to go, the bittersweet odor of fermented fruit was strong enough to almost burn, and it took a great deal of willpower to keep from wrinkling her nose.
She glanced sidelong at Vivi, trademark smile playing against her lips.
"Are you ready, Princess?"
What:
When: Waaay back on March 31, the night before Usopp's birthday
Where: Qosqo
Why: Because we can
Uneven cobblestones paved the streets of this part of town, but they were easier to walk on than the narrow sidewalks littered with the homeless or nearly homeless trying to sell just enough hay or grain to pay for their next meal. The fact that they were out this late meant that they weren't likely to be eating at all. Robin knew better than to pity them with a coin, and hoped that the sympathetic Princess next to her had learned that lesson at some point, as well. A mangy dog scampered between them at the sound of a whistle somewhere down the road.
Robin sniffed discreetly- where there was booze, there would be the fight they were looking for. She turned down a dark, strangely moist side street and tried not to think about the cause of the humidity that rose only waist high on the walls. Someone's front door stood open at the end of the street, and the sound of music, laughter, and yelling bounced off the mud-bricked walls. It certainly smelled like the sort of place they wanted to go, the bittersweet odor of fermented fruit was strong enough to almost burn, and it took a great deal of willpower to keep from wrinkling her nose.
She glanced sidelong at Vivi, trademark smile playing against her lips.
"Are you ready, Princess?"
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Date: 2010-04-07 07:24 pm (UTC)From:She felt a twinge of guilt rise up inside her as they passed the homeless littering the sidewalk, but when she saw that Robin did not stop for them, she hurried on. As they continued, the smell of the alcohol grew stronger and more pungent, much more than she was used to. She felt her head begin to swim from the acrid odor and took a few deep breaths to steady herself. Better get used to it.
She nodded at her companion. "Ready."
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Date: 2010-04-11 11:24 pm (UTC)From:She ducked into the makeshift bar, took it in. A single, warped table with benches on both sides and a couple of folding chairs around the walls comprised the furniture in the room, though a modestly sized den-den mushi crooned the words to a local favorite near the back door. A haggard looking woman sat next to the mushi, holding a pitcher full of clear maroon liquid and blocking access into the rest of the house, who watched the raucous men with sharp eyes. She rose stiffly to her feet as Robin and Vivi entered. As for the crowd, Robin was surprised by how few there were. No more than ten men had gathered after work this day, though not many more than that would fit into the poorly lit room. As it was, the group had to slide in on one side to make room for the recently arrived ladies.
Robin ordered a couple of the homemade drinks, then made a show of pulling out her overstuffed wallet and asking in a loud voice if anyone had change, since the woman had shook her head in response to a quiet inquiry. When no one did, she huffed loudly, left a bill that would pay for a hundred drinks in the woman's hand, and stomped outside, making sure to weave a bit as she walked. She slowed, then, and hoped it would only be a matter of time before someone followed them out.
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Date: 2010-04-14 02:08 pm (UTC)From:She was unsure whether to stare back at them, as they all seemed to be staring at her and Robin now, especially now that the fancy, overfull purse had come out. In the end Vivi decided against it - she didn't want to start any trouble now, at least until they were outside.
Once out, she followed Robin slowly back down the alley, being very careful not to look behind them, listening instead for a pursuer. It wasn't long before scuffled footsteps drew near. The first ran straight past her, blocking the exit to the alley, a smile glinting across his face as he sized up both of them, thinking them completely defenseless. Vivi turned to see the majority of the scum from the bar forming a semicircle behind them, all eager to be the first to get their hands on the purse, and perhaps other things that Vivi didn't want to think about.
The raucous laughter and yelling that had drawn them towards the bar was completely silenced now, but the music still played on from the den den mushi, echoing uninterrupted through the alley, sounding far too cheerful now.
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Date: 2010-04-15 10:04 pm (UTC)From:"Now then," Robin bit off the word Princess. "Let's see just how rusty you really are."