Improvisation (since we have no idea what we're doing) and Mangoes [Kyna, Nolli, Akuji, Kier]

This evening, Nolli had decided to take a stroll around his home district for a change. There were a few people still out, but most had already started to head home. Nolli turned around when he felt a light tap on his soldier. ”Excuse me,” a hooded girl had approached him from behind. ”Would you like this mango? I don’t like them, but I got it free and don’t want it to go to waste.”

This is so suspicious that it's almost funny... but might as well. I love mangoes. "A mango?! You're willing to give it to me?! Ah hell yes." Taking the mango, he said, "Thank. You. So much."

He looked at the girl curiously. The girl herself seemed vaguely familiar. He was almost positive he'd heard her voice before. Nolli tried to get a better look at her face which was obscured by her dark hood. "This might seem like a strange question, but were you possibly in South District a couple weeks ago trying to catch a thirty some blond guy?" If he remembered correctly, the young woman from that ngiht was a harbinger with a super cool, wind type ability.

If this was the same girl, maybe she just didn't remember him. Nahh... I'm pretty memorable... Perhaps it was because today Nolli wasn't carrying his plunger and his clothes weren't as ridiculously bright as that one night. In fact, today, Nolli's clothes were pretty subtle (compared to his other outfits). Starting from the bottom, he wore a pair of pale red slip-ons that were normal enough. Moving up, Nolli rocked orange and purple striped leggings under a pair of electric blue sweatpants that were rolled up to the knee. His favorite lime-green, "Dat Ass" tank top hung loosely from his shoulders under a short-sleeved, shit-colored hoodie. To keep the setting sun out of his eyes, he wore an orange starfish printed sun visor.

Nolli's attention was abruptly drawn away from the girl and the mango when he heard panicked screams coming from very nearby. Accompanying the screams, was the sound of a familiar ice cream truck jingle. Nolli's eyes widened, "Holy Hell..."

Off in the distance, but approaching fast, were three ice cream trucks hurtling towards them. The trucks were laying waste to sidewalks and store fronts, swerving this direction and that. What do you even do in this type of situation...

"Sorry, we're sold out."

Kier didn't know what sucked more: the fact that the store was all out of mango-flavored Calpico, or the fact that he was too damn lazy to walk another 5 blocks to another market. He'd had this strange urge for mangoes since yesterday, but it had been too hot to get out of the apartment. Why did the store not sell any other mango products was completely beyond him. Sighing, Kier paid for his bent.

It was almost sundown by the time he stepped out of the convenience store. A couple stragglers were still scrambling to get home, but the streets were otherwise deserted. The weather was much cooler now, a light breeze skimming his bare arms. Luckily, he bought a sleeveless hoodie earlier this week, otherwise he'd be literally melting in the regular ones.

On the way back, Kier saw a hooded girl. Considering she was wearing shorts, the girl couldn't have been Shade. She was talking to a guy... a really, uh, interesting guy. He raised an eyebrow at the shirt graphic. And then he saw the mango.

"If you don't want it I'll take it!" he said, grabbing the flamboyant guy's shoulders.

Quickly approaching them was the sudden noise of ice cream trucks, three of them. Kier turned his head to see them wildly swerving right at them with a trail of wreckage in its wake. Why ice cream trucks of all things...?

He took his convenience bag and jumped out of the way of a car that rammed right the railing behind him, whistling when the smoke popped from the hood. Against his better judgement, Kier peered in through the tinted windows. Only to have the door open hard on his face.

part i seriously considered using. but it was a bit extreme and ooc...:

Nolli stared, mouth slightly agape, as the bizarre scene unfolded before him. Oh. my. god.

Soon after Nolli discovered the identity of the hooded girl, a red-head around his own height grabbed his shoulders from behind and offered to take the free mango. But...but... the mango...

The fruit was quickly forgotten as one of the trucks nearly flattened the three into the pavement. Having lunged to safety, Nolli whipped around to see what kind of lunatic had been driving the truck in the first place. He flinched, as a giggly light-haired girl (who clearly wasn't the normal driver) slammed the door of the truck into the red-head's face. Oh jeez, that musta hurt. Poor guy. Looking around the girl, Nolli peered first into the truck where a moderately traumatized ice-cream man sat, then to the direction where the other two vehicles continued to terrorize pedestrians. His attention was drawn back to the lunatic truck-driver, who... seemed vaguely familiar. Maybe he'd seen her somewhere before. Who knows.

“Ish dat a manhoe?” asked the light-haired female, taking a popsicle out of her mouth.

Nolli's eyes widened, slightly alarmed. Oh hell nah, you better not be after my mango... First the red-head, now this Crazy.

"Yes. That is in fact a manhoe. And it's mine, thank you very much," Nolli interjected as he defensively snatched the mango from the hands of the brunette. Mangoes were hella expensive these days, there's no way he'd pass up a chance like this.

Taking the mango in his hands, Nolli looked down at it, noticing something rather odd. Though it was about the same size, same color, and same shape as a typical mango. It was slightly heavier, not as soft, and strangely heated. It vibrated slightly. The fuck... Nolli frowned, obviously baffled. Just as he looked up to the brunette (whose name he'd either never learned, or had forgotten) to ask where she'd obtained such a questionable fruit, it burst open.

Nolli yelped and automatically tossed the fruit-in-question to whoever happened to be closest.

Ow, that fucking hurt, he thought standing up. The impact from the door had knocked him down just as Akuji's slightly hysteric laugh rang in his ears. She was laughing, what. Kier blinked at her casually sucking on the mango pop. Was she high or something? Because the blue-haired female he fought more than one bounties with did not crack those kinds of noises. Well, not the joyful kinds of laughs anyway.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he responded to the Harbinger girl behind him. His eyes though didn't leave Akuji's, unsure of what unpredictable thing she would do next. Why in the hell was she even driving? Heck, she should passed out on her bed with a huge hangover from all that alcohol she had at the bar last night. With the amount she drank, it would keep even the biggest drinker from moving about the next morning.

"Did you, and don't hit me for asking, take something? You seem kinda high. Okay, no. You seem really out of whack." Under normal circumstances, a comment like that would've earned him a punch in gut or a kick further down.
At the corner of his eye, he saw the brown haired mango guy yelp and toss the mango in his general direction. Kier caught the fruit, wondering why the other guy was tossing away a perfectly good mango... that was strangely warm...

Then the thing started flashing red- clearly not a run-of-mill mango. Reflexively he passed the thing to Akuji, conveniently standing in front of him. "Uh, tag.