Calling all cops and autobots

[chargethesebatteries]

Date & Time: Pretty much any time from 28Feb throughout the month of March; specify in your comment subject!
Location: All across Exsilium!
Characters: Sergeant Calhoun and YOU!
Summary: While the sarge is out on patrol she winds up running into all kinds of people. And all kinds of trouble. The details are up to you! Wanna get busted? Wanna get rescued? Wanna get donuts? Anything goes, just be creative!
Warnings: Will be updated as necessary


Tamora had come to enjoy her duties as one of Exsilium's Finest, as it were. Not that the police force was particularly organized or notably well-trained, but she supposed they made the best of what they were given. When she'd first arrived in this place she'd been concerned that she would just go out of her mind without her job to keep her occupied, but policing the streets had become a pretty acceptable stand-in. There was a part of her that missed taking out cy-bugs (and an even bigger part of her that missed her colleagues back in Hero's Duty and the rest of the arcade), but moping never fixed anything. Tamora Jean Calhoun did not mope. And so instead she just set herself to cracking down and taking a bite out of crime and serving and protecting and all those fine upstanding things cops did.

Even if it meant dealing with her fair share of resistance. Heck, she kind of enjoyed the troublesome ones--she was a little rough by nature, after all, and figured one good hard time deserved another. She wasn't afraid to full-body tackle a suspect if it came to it, and had her share of bruises and scrapes from doing so. They might not have been laser burns or gashes from cy-bug pincers, but they were battle scars in their own rite.

She'd never been a huge fan of sweets, but she did frequent the local coffee shop when she had downtime, giving the other patrons leery looks over the lip of her mug as she sipped contemplatively at the bitter black liquid. Sometimes she tried her hand at making up ridiculous dramatic histories for the people standing in line. She hadn't bothered asking any of them if she was right or not; it was more fun to just assume the man in the fedora was a mafioso and the woman in the perfectly tailored pencil skirt behind him was his best hitman.

Even on her days off she more often than not found herself tooling around town on her cruiser, just making sure the peace was kept and everyone was coloring within the lines. Exsilium still didn't quite feel like 'home', but it was definitely something that was worth protecting, so far as she was concerned, and nothing was going to change her mind.

Comments

late afternoon/early evening of the 28th?

[ninthserenade]

<sub>[There were perks and drawbacks to keeping his Organization cloak in his possession. On one hand? It was perfect for when he'd get caught in a downpour. The light drizzle of rain never really phased him, and anything harder he'd normally end up creating a barrier around himself.

Keyword being normally.

One of the drawbacks? It concealed his identity fairly well and if past experiences were any indication, running around in a strange world with the hood up and constantly looking over his shoulder is usually a bad thing. Light knows he still has a lump or two on his noggin from that day in Olympus when the imposter was out roaming around.

So there Demyx was, jogging down the sidewalk and around the corner as he searched frantically for something. When he finally spots the store he was looking for, he does a quick 180 and bolts towards it.]</sub>

Ahh--! Don't close, don't close, don't close--!

<sub>[And just as luck would have it, the sign on the door flips to 'CLOSED'.

...Oh for Light's sake.]</sub>

Aw, c'mon! Seriously, guys?!

[chargethesebatteries]

[It's always kind of a crapshoot what sort of trouble she'll find on her rounds. Some days it seems the city has its act together and maybe living in anarchy isn't such a bad thing after all. Other days it's just plain pandemonium; lawlessness bursting at the seams. Today so far has been one of those in-between days, but as Tamora rounds a corner she happens to see a suspicious-looking fellow in a long coat, leaning mournfully against the front window of a closed shop. He's wearing a hood, obscuring his face, and Tamora swings the cruiser up behind him, frowning.

[Only hooligans wear hoods like this one, of that she's quite certain. It practically swallows his whole face in darkness--she can't even see his eyes! Undoubtedly he's casing the joint, just waiting til the streets are dark so he can break in and... steal bread, she guesses? Well it's still against the law and she isn't going to stand for it.

[Hopping down from the cruiser, Tamora straightens to her full height and lifts her chin a bit, approaching the man, who's glowering through the glass at the owner cleaning up. Reaching out, she tapped the stranger on the shoulder and then stepped back, hooking her thumbs in her belt loops.]

Store hours are posted on the door, civilian.

[limitstorm]

Riku didn't normally drink coffee. He drank tea, and he had made sure Calhoun had known that since the day they met, making little faces when he saw her down a cup. It was too strong, he said. It reminds me of this really mean English teacher I had, he said. Doesn't it color your teeth, Sarge, he said.

He's made himself scarce for a few days, as he sometimes does. He needs to be alone some days; he doesn't check in because he's never been taught to. Just leaves, doesn't leave a note, doesn't give her a heads up. He may be her student in a way, but Riku's still far too used to being alone and depending on himself for a bulk of his time to really subscribe to that student mentality. Part of him already knows that he'd get skinned alive if he tried this in the Sky Force back home; part of him really doesn't care for the moment, because he feels a dark ache in his chest and he wants it to go away quick.

Being immune to other's Darkness didn't mean he could keep his Darkness in check. If he wasn't careful, he'd end up hurting himself, and maybe even some others.

... and he needed to wake up. He rubs his forehead with the back of his hand as he strides into the shop, right past Calhoun without a second glance, too tunnel-visioned to even look at anyone else while he's bundled up with a coat and a scarf. He orders a coffee (he makes a face and just waves a hand, ordering whatever the barista deems as 'good') and, once it's made, turning around--

And he spots Calhoun right there, and freezes up.

[chargethesebatteries]

Tamora knows Riku's a big boy (especially now that he's, you know, not five years old anymore), but when several days pass without hearing from him she can't really help being a bit concerned. She's never been the worrying type, really, but it's second nature to keep tabs on the people who are worth keeping tabs on, after all, but she's not about to invade his privacy if he needs some alone time. She of all people can understand the need for a little solitude from time to time.

She's surprised then to see him enter the coffee shop. Mainly because he doesn't drink coffee and she knows it, and gives her a hard time about her caffeine addiction often. Listening as he clumsily orders whatever the general recommendation is (what a coffee rookie!), she waits for him to turn around and notice her.

Ah, there it is: that look of utter shock, tinged with a grain or two of quiet panic at being caught. She thinks that he looks rather like he's just been spotted at a place he'd shouted something about never being caught dead at. Regarding him coolly over the lip of her mug, she lifts her eyebrows as she takes a long drag of her drink, then sets the coffee down.

"Well," she says, inclining her chin and giving him a practiced stinkeye, "don't we look like the cat who swallowed the cookie jar."

One day she'll get those idioms right and stop combining them. That day is not today.

[mid afternoon, 28th]

[trickstermentor]

[While the unsubtle hat pulled down low to cover this scruffy looking man's eyes is by no means a fedora, it is certainly gaudy enough to make an impression at a distance.

He is sitting quite relaxed on a decrepit looking bench, a cane hooked over the back of it, whistling a jaunty tune that sounds suspiciously like it came from a Beatles back catalogue, and is taking time out from his tuneful interlude to toss handfuls of crumbs from the bag of Cornish pasties he's enjoying at an equally unkempt looking flock of pigeons in the area, irregardless of the flaking paint on a nearby board that states- albeit shabbily- that patrons are kindly asked to NOT feed the pigeons.]

[chargethesebatteries]

[Well, unauthorized pigeon-feeding isn't exactly a misdemeanor, she has to figure, but it's still in direct violation of posted signage. Besides, this guy has a look about him that tells Tamora he's trouble. She can just tell about these sorts of things, oh yes. This guy is definitely trouble, animal rights enthusiasm notwithstanding.

[Best nip things in the bud. Winging the cruiser around the back of the bench (and noting that the pigeons are far too enthralled with the offerings of carbohydrates to even care much about her advent), she hops down from the vehicle and stands to one end. Folding her arms, she gives the man a bit of a frown.]

Keep feeding 'em junk food and they'll get too fat to fly, you know?

late afternoon, march 1

[direhit]

Ridiculous dramatic histories, you say?

Well, here's one ridiculous sight; a young teenager striding into the store with a long green snake in tow. Usually on most occasions, she leaves Hibiscus in her Pokeball, but sometimes it just didn't feel right to stuff her only partner here in sphere. The Serperior deserved some exercise and sunlight too (whatever little sunlight they got here, anyways).

Mei didn't expect the looming clouds to just start raining though. And rain hard. Taking shelter in the nearby coffee shop seemed like a good idea at first, after all, she's been here before once or twice to get some of their delicious hot chocolate. But soon almost everyone's staring at the drenched girl and the quiet snake that seems to almost naturally at everyone.

[chargethesebatteries]

Now there was something she didn't see every day. Granted, this place was full of oddities, Tamora had to admit, but of all things to see in a coffee shop, a giant snake was never one she expected. Er... well, it looked mostly like a snake. Admittedly she'd never seen a snake quite like this one (it almost looked like it had spiky ears and a fancy popped collar!), but either way, whatever it was, she had certainly never seen one that drank coffee.

The creature's owner seems to be a young girl, and Tamora found herself boggling at the girl's unusual hairstyle. Even though it was sagging a bit in the rain, the up'do looked rather like an homage to Princess Leia. Interesting. Well, the girl wasn't young enough that she was particularly concerned about her being out by herself, but she had to cave to a bit of curiosity about the snake. Setting her mug down, she tilted her head and waited to catch the girl's eye.

"That's quite a critter you've got there," she said, glancing at the reptilian creature with a look that teetered somewhere between intrigue and befuddlement. Tamora might have had a bit of an issue with bugs, but snakes had never bothered her, and in fact she found them kind of cool.

[governorkang]

Kang had figured out the tablet that he'd been given. It was fairly user-friendly, lucky for him, and he'd always been a quick learner. There were a couple of features that he'd yet to figure out, though, and he sat at a table by himself at the coffee shop, fiddling with his tablet and muttering curses in Nerakese every now and then (the usage of Nerakese, if anything, made his harsh accent even more noticeable). He scowled, pressing a few buttons with a claw, and cursed again as he hit the wrong ones by accident.

[chargethesebatteries]

Tamora hadn't noticed Kang when she'd walked in, but as she retrieved her beverage and turned to look for a table, the guttural sound of what was unmistakably a four-letter word (regardless of the language) caught her ear. She spotted the draconian in a corner sort of hunched over his tablet and looking mighty exasperated, and she had to smile a bit. Well, she wasn't sure she'd have much luck typing with claws either.

Approaching the table, she hovered nearby for a moment before clearing her throat softly.

"Technology giving you lip?" she asked benignly.

[moirailcompass]

It's the wee hours of the morning and Nepeta is scampering up some buildings, jumping from wall to wall to reach greater heights. She's not going anywhere in particular--just determined to keep on moving. She may not be the powerhouse that her moirail was, but that wasn't to say she would ever slack on her own exercise. That high you got when you pushed your body to new limits was one of the best feelings in her opinion, and lately she had been resorting to it more and more to try and stave off her increasing bouts of anxiety.

It was then that she noticed something curious she hadn't before. There was a strange device floating in the air--some sort of hovercraft? Nepeta was far from tech savvy but that's what she'd label it as. She could see someone on it, and her curious nature took over and she made her way towards them.

She waited till the person was moving inbetween two buildings, and jumped from one to the next. As she was jumping over, she raised a hand and gave a bright smile.

"HIYA!"

Thankfully, she made a safe landing.

[chargethesebatteries]

She'd been bad at sleeping ever since Brad's death, and even after finding happiness again with Felix to help fill the hole left in her heart, Tamora still dealt with frequent bouts of insomnia. It didn't help that here in Exsilium she didn't even have Felix, and so missing him was just one more thing rattling around in her cluttered head, chasing sleep away like a spooked animal. She supposed it was good she had something to occupy herself with during the long sleepless hours, at least; idle hands had never suited her, and this city needed all the policing it could get. She wasn't getting paid for her off-duty dabbling, but it was better than staring at the ceiling in the apartment.

Cruising quietly down the darkened streets, Tamora kept a sharp eye out for any sign of tomfoolery. So far it seemed like this would prove to be a quiet evening. As she turned down a shadowed alley, however, she jumped, startled by a sound from... above? Snapping her head up, she watched in puzzled awe as a figure soared overhead, easily clearing the space of the alley to land on the adjacent rooftop. Well, she'd be lambasted.

Too impressed to really be on-edge, Tamora swung the cruiser around and made a sharp ascent, rounding the corner of the building and clearing the ledge to see if her unexpected company had lingered. Spying a youthful-looking girl with greyish skin and big yellow eyes, she blinked. Ah, perhaps this girl was a troll like Maryam? Yes, she seemed to have the same unusual orange horns, though the shape was different.

She recalled Maryam having mentioned that trolls were a race of warriors, but this one didn't seem particularly belligerent. Intrigued, Tamora hopped down off the cruiser and regarded the girl curiously.

"Pretty impressive acrobatics," she said with a shallow grin.

March 5, early afternoon, marketplace/square

[wrecklesswreckinball]

[Ralph strolls along the aisles of the marketplace, attempting to scrounge up a meal for himself. Going from living in the dump to having an apartment and food at almost any time has been quite an adjustment, and he's making a conscious effort to control his appetite, not to overdo it on the food intake.

Honestly, spending so much time in Sugar Rush before finding himself in Exsilium has made his sweet tooth rather active.... Ooooh, some chocolate would really hit the spot right now, or even some cherries... too bad the cherries here are so tiny compared to the ones from PacMan.

Before he can make for the candy vendor, he spots Sergeant Calhoun turning the corner, making her rounds, though it's never easy to tell if she's on or off duty. He approaches her with a smile and a wave.]

Hey Sarge! Seems like a quiet day, huh? Or are there ne'er-do-wells scuttling about the seedy underbelly of Exsilium?

[He holds his hands up and wiggles his fingers like insect legs in a playful attempt to be creepy, but his goofy smile gives him away.]

[chargethesebatteries]

[That's the secret, Ralph: she's always on-duty. Even when she's off-duty. Today's her day off, actually, but given that she tends to dress in dark clothes and always looks like Serious Business Is Afoot, it is hard to tell. Her cruiser is folded up and slung on one shoulder, mostly because the market's a bit crowded today and mowing people down is generally frowned upon. On- or off-duty, lunchtime is to be taken seriously, and today is no exception. She's bought herself a sandwich and a bag of Cheetos, a bottle of water tucked into the crook of her elbow as she turns to look for a place to consume the foodstuffs.

[Her view seems to be blocked by a large pair of overalls, however, and she glances up with a tolerant half-grin as Ralph greets her cheerfully.]

The ne'er-do-wells are always scuttling, Wreck-It, but I figure even villains have to eat. I just have to hope our lunch schedules are synchronized. [Nothing sucks more than having your lunch break interrupted by hooligans, after all. She sort of jerks her chin to silently invite him to walk with her as she heads for a low brick wall nearby, hoping to sit and grab a bite or two of that sandwich.] Keeping your nose mostly clean? I haven't been called about any buildings falling down, so that's good, at least.

March 2nd, late morning

[flamberge]

Getting a cup of coffee before patrol had become an old habit back from Death City. Some days just required a small cup the stuff. It wasn't a daily occurrence, however it did happen with some frequency.

Today just happens to be one of those days. Some time still remains before his shift on the police force beings so a small cup of coffee couldn't hurt. Kratos enters the coffee shop dressed in full military garb and with fiery sword sword at his side. The coffee assistant, upon seeing him the first time, had nearly saluted (it might've stroked Kratos' ego a bit, really). This time, however, the girl gives him a smile and asks if he wants the usual. A nod and thank you later, the girl is off making him some plain old black coffee and Kratos is left waiting.

[chargethesebatteries]

He sticks out like a sore thumb, she thinks to herself as the man moves past her with purpose in his stride. She sort of likes that about him, honestly; he obviously stands apart from the crowd and seems completely unabashed about it, and that's always something she can appreciate. Actually, she's pretty certain she's seen him around the station house on occasion--one of the constables, if she isn't mistaken--though they'd never been formally introduced.

Hm. She finds herself wondering now if the backstory she'd automatically started dreaming up (about his having come from a heavily stratified country under martial law, where his razor-sharp blade and steely gaze were the only means of keeping the rebelling lower class from a full-on uprising) is more or less plausible now that she recognizes him. Well, the only way to find out is to strike up a conversation, right? It's funny; since being thrust into this war and taking up the mantle of looking after this city filled with strangers, Tamora had actually made a conscious effort to make eye contact once in a while, and even talk to people sometimes. She'd never supposed she needed to 'come out of her shell' so much as 'find a reason to give a rat's behind', but whatever it was, maybe she'd succeeded a little bit.

Catching the stern-looking man's eye, she gives him a curious, if benign look.

"Morning," she says. "Think I've seen you at reveille once or twice, haven't I?"

Well, she still has a bit of work to do on that whole breaking the ice thing.

[Afternoon, 28th]

[mach_n_roll]

"HIYA CALHOON!"

Sonic decided to say hi while Calhoon is tooling around on her patrols.

While she's still flying. He waves energetically, and then hops onto the board next to her, hanging on with effortless-looking balance.

"WHOO, hahah! Howzigoin'? Man, you didn't tell me you had Gear like this!"

[chargethesebatteries]

She gives a brief start at the sound of a voice alongside her, but it really comes as no surprise to see Sonic keeping pace with her as she zips along the streets. He's probably one of the few people around town who can keep up when she really gets going. She shifts her weight a bit as he hitches a ride, standing behind her and easily keeping his balance.

Glancing over her shoulder to make sure her unexpected passenger seems settled enough, she turns her attention forward again and grins a bit.

"You didn't ask," she replies cheekily, turning a corner and slowing down a bit as she passes an alley, making sure nothing shady is going on therein. Picking up speed again and headed for the edge of town (she always makes sure to patrol the outskirts near the ruins well, ever since those hooligans from a few weeks ago had vandalized them), she addresses Sonic without looking at him, her eyes on the road in front of them. "It's a fairly standard-issue cruiser," she explains; "a lot of the off-earth missions are equipped with them. They make it easier to traverse uneven or dangerous terrain on other planets."

March 2nd, Early Evening, Aw yeah bad decisions

[strategic_guile]

Blaine tried to keep himself busy because he knew that when he got bored he started to do... questionable things. He was the epitome of the warning against idle hands, which was why it was somewhat unfortunate that his hands were indeed idle. Walking down a back alley on his way from one main street to another, he contemplated what he could do to alleviate his boredom. There were always more people to meet and bars to hop or hookers to see and friends to tease, but none of that was anything new and no one was around him now. At least not that he knew of.

Looking up, he idly counted the floors up the fire escape as he moved towards the end of the ally. He paused, hands in his pockets. Hmmmmm. Could he make that jump and grab the bottom of the fire escape? He bet he could, but there was only one way to find out... He backed up, hands slipping out of his pockets as he looked behind him to avoid tripping and clear his path. Then he faced forward and gauged his distance.

He rubbed his hands together and cracked his knuckles in preparation before he started to run forward until he was sprinting. He only changed his tempo slightly before he jumped to get the perfect distance away. Or so he hoped. He sailed up, fingertips extended, trying to reach the bottom of the platform, but would he make it?

[chargethesebatteries]

Tamora was difficult to surprise, but when she turned a corner in time to see a blond man take a flying leap toward the bottommost rungs of a rickety old fire escape, she had to admit she was a bit flabbergasted. She watched him in silence as he soared through the air, almost as if in slow motion, and when his fingers caught the lowest rung and the ladder came plunging down with a great clatter, she grimaced a bit.

Well she supposed that was one way to make an entrance.

"You know, if you wanted to get to the roof I'm sure there are easier ways," she remarked, nudging her cruiser forward and circling around to give him a puzzled look.

[A little while after sundown, the first]

[bloodyashes]

[If you're looking for possible trouble-makers, it doesn't get much more potential trouble than this guy. There's a redhead pacing around in the rain some distance from the housing building, looking overall suspicious and pissed off at everything. Especially when he turns off the main streets, ducking into the alley between two of the larger buildings.]

[chargethesebatteries]

[She spotted the man about ten minutes ago, and has been staked out nearby ever since. In the dim light of the evening shadows it's difficult to make out his face, but it's obvious from his posture and stalking movements that he's angry about something. Angry enough to do something lawless? Tamora might have bet on it, were she a gambler. However she's really not much for wagers, and thus just sticks to her stakeout.

[When the angry man storms down an alley though, she takes it as an invitation. No one ever got up to anything upstanding in an alley after dark, after all. Swinging her cruiser around she moves silently into the alley after him, her hand on her pistol and her eyes squinted in the darkness.]

Hold it right there, Sir Grumpsalot. [She pauses to make sure he's heard her, then inclines her chin a bit.] Police. State your business.

March 5th, afternoon and sorry for the late!

[onlyasong]

Another rainy day, another day without an umbrella. Lacie didn't mind it, really. It might be repetitive, but when you thought you would never see it again, even the reptitiveness becomes endearing. Although, she can't help but muse that something new and interesting showing up would be nice.

An entertaining light shines through the dullness in the form of a woman floating around in the air on some weird object. How is she floating around like that? Maybe magic? Maybe that weird object aids in it? Very very curious.

For whatever reason, the lady luckily stops a short distance away and Lacie instantly approaches. Whether or not she has plans or is busy is irrelevant because Lacie has a question and it is getting asked. "How is it that you are capable of flying around as you were?"

no worries, it's open all month!

[chargethesebatteries]

Her tablet had beeped at her, meaning she had a message from someone at the station. Pulling her cruiser off to the side of the road and lowering one foot to the sidewalk to stabilize it where she stood, Tamora pulled out her tablet and swiped a hand across the touchpad to pull up her messages. Before she can check her new mail, however, a voice catches her attention and she turns.

She blinks at the girl standing nearby and then looks down at the cruiser.

"Ah... oh, this?" She taps her foot against the cruiser, making it bounce a bit. "It's a hover-craft. Not that uncommon where I come from." She's still a bit surprised how many people seem amazed by it. "Never seen something like it before, huh?" Well, if there's one thing she never really minds chatting about it's her cool military gear.

Barnaby | after day shift, Friday the 8th

[chargethesebatteries]

Thank goodness it was Friday never really applied to Tamora. A marine's duty didn't let up just because the week was over, after all, and around Exsilium it seemed things just got crazier when the weekend hit. Well, even if she couldn't really be grateful for Saturday, she could at least be glad her shift was over for the day. Time for another round of caffeine.

Swinging her cruiser up to her favorite coffee shop and kicking it closed, she slung the pack onto her shoulders and pushed through the door. Giving a wave to the barista, who quickly set about making her usual mug of black mud, Tamora cast a glance across the little cafe. Her eyebrows lifted when she spotted a familiar blond head and she moved easily to the table where Barnaby was seated.

"Fancy meeting you here, Inspector," she said with a grin, setting her pack down on the floor and sinking into the chair across from him. Barnaby Brooks was a busy guy, and she hadn't really had the chance to just sit down and get to know him as much as she would have liked. He seemed to have a good head on his shoulders, and it was always good to touch base with your superiors, so far as she was concerned. "Just getting started, or taking five during some downtime?" she asked casually.

UGH LATE SORRY

[ex_bandai157]

He looked up when he heard Tamora's voice, offering a polite smile in return to her grin. He hadn't been particularly expecting company, but of course it was always a likelihood in a place like a coffe shop, especially one as frequented as this one - Exsilium may very much be an exile island (and in a dystopic future to boot), but this particular place had a way of making the odd synthetic coffee taste fairly palatable. He had some paperwork spread out on the table - some from Commissioner Sorenstam for general upkeep, some others for recent additions and arrests - but he pushes them aside, tapping them into a pile and making room for her.

"Trying a change of scenery, I suppose."

March 12th, Evening

[chore_boy]

[Coby snuck his way out of an old forge, holding a wrapped saber and scabbard, inspecting both pieces diligently as he walked. He had once heard that it was dangerous to walk with sharp objects, but didn't seem to be heeding that information. After nearly getting severe mortal wounds in fighting a Heroic Spirit by the title of 'Saber', he realized immediately that he wasn't as strong as he could have been. This disappointment drove him to his purchase.

A minimalistic lifestyle and daily rationing of foods left him at that impasse--spend money to purchase entertainment and to ultimately better himself or to spend money on something absolutely pragmatic that would lend to his training and the completion of missions. Coby essentially went with the sword. It was expensive--doubly so. The overwhelming guilt of his purchase weighed on him so he stopped his stride, leaning against a wall and sheathing the blade. He wrapped it up and groaned, looking around. Somehow, Coby assumed that someone would be around to shame him for his self-assessed greed.]

sorry for the wait!

[chargethesebatteries]

[It's been a fairly uneventful day so far, and Tamora finds herself wishing something would actually happen, because she's kind of getting bored. No sooner had she thought that, though, did she round a corner and see something that made her cringe visibly. Running with scissors was one thing, but this guy was walking down the street with a full sword unsheathed. Not only was that dangerous to himself, but he was literally liable to put someone's eye out that way!

[Kicking her cruiser forward, Tamora sighed with relief when the man turned and leaned against the side of a building, thrusting the blade back into its sheath. Well, that solved one issue, at least, but she figured she should probably have a chat with this guy, just to make sure he didn't pull that sort of stunt again.

[The cruiser hums softly as she slowed to a stop nearby and hops down. She gives the stranger a bit of a grin; she doesn't want to be mean about it, since he did put the weapon away without injuring anyone, but she's not just going to let this slide.]

Got a permit for that big ginsu knife there, bud?