On the Run [Open]

BET YOU DIDN'T EXPECT THIS SHIT HUH
As Blume sat there at the bar, a rather poorly disguised Phakk sits nearby, eyes trained on the woman as she sips at her water. Said water had given her some stink eye, but luckily all it took was some extra cash to get them to leave her alone. Not that it was a bad thing that she had people cranky at her. In fact, that was exactly why she was there, in this seedy underbelly in a no-name port. The dark deeds of those around her, the angry little emotions, they manifested to her in more tangible ways than one might expect. Inside the shinjin, the Dark roiled and rolled with a hungry purr as it fed on these emotions, as Phakk did the magical equivalent of stuffing a beast so as to keep it sleepy and down. Granted, this only made it stronger, but so far there had been no permanent solutions to her ailment and this was the most comfortable she could find. 

Which ultimately lead to her pair of green eyes watching Blume as she made her way into the bar. A lot of emotions followed that one... And not just her own. Someone was maaaaad with that lady. Which was... SO COOL. LOOK AT HER!! SHE HAD A TRENCH COAT, AND WAS IN A COOL BAR, AND FLEEING ANGRY PEOPLE! It was like something out of a movie! Phakk had to learn what was up. Which is what lead to her rather obviously attempting to try and speak to Blume, as the purple haired shinjin slowly hopped seats to be closer to the lady, doing her absolute best to try and think of a cool, charming, and witty one liner to open up with as she claimed the seat next to her. Eventually she managed to get one, based on the drink she had ordered.

"Rocks are tasty- FUCK-" 

Curse you, anxiety.

“People are mad at yooouuu~” Phakk hums in reply, nursing her own drink as if it weren’t glorified tap water, and giving an absentminded giggle. “A lot of people, actually, it seems.” She squints at Blume. Or, more specifically, at the invisible trails of anger and rage that followed her. Even being so near the other woman was enough to have the Dark let out a satisfied purr, and Phakk was all the more convinced that approaching Blume had been the correct decision. “And um… sorry about being weird. I just don’t know how to approach people.” She offers a smile, rubbing at the back of her waif of a neck self consciously. “Buuuut I figured you’d be pretty interesting, so I came to talk! Well, that and to tell you that one of the ones after you seems to be a little closer than the others. Thought you might wanna know that.”

There’s a beat. “So… what do you do?” Phakk tries, before wincing at just how poorly she was managing to do this. Wow. She’d heard better dialogue from NPCs. “I- i mean, If that’s not too personal! I-I don’t want to pry, of course. I…” She huffs and hides her face. “I’ll buy you a drink as payment…?” She tried bribery as a last resort. Money could almost certainly talk better than the socially challenged Shinjin. Although perhaps not as much. If there was one thing Phakk was aware she was good at, it was rambling when she wasn’t sure what to say. This whole place really wasn’t the usual vibe that the frilly pink dress wearing, hair bun having, video game playing woman typically operated on.