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>Hunt parrots.
That was fun. Not the whole mushy mushy icky talk, no, the cock that rained fists was what was fun. Rin's clothes are still wet and they stick to her alabaster skin, but they'll dry like her blood often does, so whatever. Dripping water all the way, leaving a wet line behind, the brand new Magical Girl walks up the stairs towards the subway exit after the Coordinator's train dropped her near the outskirts of Osaka. It's Minoh Park; a forested valley just 30 minutes away from the massive Osaka Station. It's brimming with waterfalls and trees both red, yellow, and green, and there's shops, touristic spots, and large red bridges across the rivers. Halfway through one of those- Rin stops. Like a robot running out of battery, Rin finally stops her crass strolling. She only turns her head around, like tank aiming its canon, and fixes those eyes on the newfound target.
A parrot.
Of course: it's a park, so it's bound to have parrots. That's why it's called a 'PARk'. It may not be the one that Rin stuck a webcam to, the parrot that got all of those yakuza after her, but she could just stick another to that one and call it a day. Then again, the red and blue parrot is standing in a far branch across the river, and Rin doesn't even have where to put it.
Left to his luck many years ago, a beggar sitting at the end of the bridge looks at Rin. He stands. He walks towards her.
Smelly Beggar: Huh?
Passerby: Hey, what's going on?
A man who was passing by with his girlfriend silently leaves her behind and walks up to Rin, who doesn't even turn around as people gather around her.
Punk with Pink hair: The fuck's going on?
Cop: What's going on?
Man with scars on face: Huh?
They all look at the parrot across the river, as it mindlessly licks its claws.
Smelly Beggar: It's a parrot.
Man with scars on face: It's not a bear, shithead!
Cop: But how do we get it?
Rin 'hmms' in tranquility.
Passerby: What if we hit it with a rock?
ع Rin: That wouldn't work.
The branch is over the river, so the parrot would get dragged by the current if she tossed a rock at it- which would already kill it if doesn't drown afterwards.
Cop: Hmm... what if we lure it with food?
Man with scars on face: Do we even know what these fuckers eat?
Smelly Beggar: I know! I know! Almonds, cashews, macadamias, walnuts!
Punk with Pink hair: Wait! Look!
The parrot takes flight, followed by a dozen eyes; it lands on top of a restaurant in the middle of a row of shops. The shops are at the side of a small road that separates them from a streaming, rocky river through which water flows fast.
