She had let her bag fall for just a second, a mere moment of judgment lapse that ended up costing her the necessary funds among other things. Now... normal people would hesitate in shock, and Mercy usually would not count herself amongst normal people, but this time she'd been stupid enough to let her guard down, and it was actually Marie that alerted her to her bag making its way through the crowd.
"Mercy! That man!" Marie flagged him down with her arm desperately, nudging her friend none-too-gently. "He's getting away with your bag!"
Thrown rather quickly from her hesitation, the victim in question bolted forward, shoving some poor hapless twit out of her way. No, no, no, no! I cannot believe--I am going to kill him when I get my hands on his scrawny, little neck--wring him out to dry--feed him to a Gaichuu-- Multiple rather nasty comments and thoughts continued burning in her mind as she shoved and forged her way through the crowd, sporting a rather spot-on impression of a rampaging bull.
Ironically, Mercy has very little mercy. She is a living oxymoron most instances, and this is an example of one such instance. Especially emotionally charged at the thought of losing all her dingo funds--she had a lot riding on that future of becoming a Letter Bee--be it senior, vendor, man, or woman, they were moved or barrelled through. Her hair went a-fly along with various other objects and people with a strange tempest that picked up her trail (possibly all a matter of perspective, though with her quick feet and temper it is what later visitors to the square seeing the aftermath would think). Of course she could not change the fact of her physical limitations and had to avoid anyone that looked like they would be strong enough to withstand a direct collision with her and survive, but anyone and thing less than Hulks or Beasties were fair game.
"Hey! My oranges! God damn it!" A vendor cried as his cart was bumped into, causing the citrus to topple over onto the floor. A few children sneaked forward from the shadows and swiped some stray rolling fruits, then escaping through the alleyways to the vendor's chagrin. He would grumblingly salvage what was left and make do.
An inescapably really old lady meanwhile gasped as Mercy bolted past, causing the woman's skirt to fly up and possibly blinding a street full of people unfortunate enough to be facing in that direction. "Oh my~♥"
"The hell is your problem, brat?!" A gangster sneered with a pissed look and throbbing vein visually pulsing on his head.
"Watch it!"
"What the-"
"Ouch, w-"
The victim count exponentially increased in correlation to the rapidly decreasing distance between Mercy and her target. A heated expression turned scary as she was coming close enough to perhaps reach out and grab him, or perhaps even bodily throw her weight into him. However, that was before he turned into an alleyway. The scary look in her eyes turned frustrated, stressed, depressed, and then gradually there came to be just the two of them, running through the maze of the town's backwater alleyways. Her breath was coming heavy, but she couldn't give up.
"Please..." She huffed, but her speed didn't let up, she didn't dare to. "Stop, give it back... I need- need it for... a job."
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