MCA -2, Sunday Afternoon

[the_merriest]

Okay, the place Juliet had woken up in yesterday was kinda ... different. Like, it was all messy and there were all sorts of pets, so ... was Morikawa-Sensei having her crash with some friend of his? She couldn't remember and she wasn't, like, totally sure what was going on with that, because she always listened when Morikawa-Sensei talked. Maybe like she'd like hit her head or something??

Anyway. She'd been around town all day and not found much by way of zombie activity, which was totes to the good in the interests of happy civilians but made for a way more confused self. Why get sent somewhere that wasn't in desperate need of some chainsawing?

She totally wasn't questioning Morikawa-Sensei. Maybe it was a training deal, like, meditation or some much needed R&R? Someone would tell her soon enough. She was just popping back in to that weird apartment place to see if she could get a little more information. And fix her make-up 'cause it was starting to look gross. It was amazing Nick even wanted to look at her.

(Nick, from his spot attached to her belt, assured her that she looked totes great. But he'd say that anyway, because he totally loved Juliet no matter how fat and gross she got from binging on lollipops. Best boyfriend ever, even if he was currently a decapitated head.)

(Rikku is now Juliet, the main character from Lollipop Chainsaw. TARA STRONG AS A VA = AU IS AN EMBARRASSMENT OF RICHES, YOU GUYS. OPEN because I expect the Turk will want to comment on his GF's new hobby ...)

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[the_merriest]

Juliet, her key still in the lock, screamed. "Who the eff are you!?"

And then felt like an idiot for screaming, 'cause obviously, this was Morikawa-Sensei's friend who like owned the place or whatever? But still, way to scare her.

She ought to apologize but she felt way too weirded out right now. Best tactic, then, was to put her hands on her hips and get huffy. "And who do you think you're calling babe!?"

[raspberryturk]

Right, so, the screaming was new. That was enough to get Reno to glance up for a moment. And then pull a double-take after returning his attention to the ferret.

"... Huh."

Yeah. That was what he had to contribute, here. A moment later, after considering the situation and deciding he was mostly just thankful to not be a meerkat or a bear or a very angry guy with no heart, he tried again.

"Name's Reno. I live here, yo. Thought you were somebody else, though. You sound like my girl." Remarkably so, in fact. "Is that a head on your belt?"

There was probably the first fashion accessory in the world that he was pretty sure the Al Bhed wouldn't embrace. Well done, screeching not-Rikku.

[the_merriest]

Do not be mean to Morikawa-Sensei's friend, Juliet. She drew herself up and bowed, respectfully.

"Juliet Starling," she said. "Morikawa-Sensei sent me here. I'm a zombie hunter? Oh, and this is my boyfriend, Nick."

"Pleased, or whatever," Nick sighed.

"He was bitten by a zombie," she said, as if it explained his entire lack of a body. You know. Zombie bite, decapitation, another Tuesday in San Romero.

[raspberryturk]

"Shitty deal," Reno mused, giving the talking freaking head a side-eye for a moment. Eesh. "So, you're stayin' here, are you?"

So proclaimed Morikawhoever. Sounded like Wutai. Or fake-Wutai. One of those.

[the_merriest]

"I ... guess so?" Juliet seemed uncertain, on this point. "I didn't see you, before. I don't want to be in your hair."

It was kind of weird, staying in an apartment with a single older guy. He probably wasn't a perv, but it felt funny.

"Your ferret's cute," she offered, because, well, it was. "So are you supposed to be helping me train, or ... ?"

[raspberryturk]

Reno gave his shoulders a shrug, reaching down to pick up the ferret, depositing Mako on his shoulder before pulling himself to his feet again.

"I dunno. You need training? It's been a while since I ran a rookie through their paces, yo."

What? If his girlfriend was temporarily a teenaged cheerleader again, at least he could go through the motions so as to not freak her out too much. Her and her pet disembodied head.