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Ritsukas Odd Encounter Sr Tyler 241006
On a dimly lit afternoon, with mist swirling around Deadwood Street, Ritsuka arrives outside of Biolabs Pharmaceuticals, planning to address some work before her day ends. However, her attention is quickly diverted by a frail, old lady seeking assistance near a wilted tree. This lady, struggling to capture the notice of the passing pedestrians, finally turns to Ritsuka with a plea for help. The urgency and timidity in her voice, coupled with a promise of compensation, compels Ritsuka to engage. After exchange of courteous greetings, with Ritsuka offering her expertise in pharmaceuticals, the old lady reveals her true dilemma: her cat is stranded atop a precarious branch of the struggling tree, refusing to come down post a stressful vet visit.
The narrative evolves around Ritsuka's shift from pharmaceutical concerns to an immediate, unforeseen challenge—an odd yet touching encounter that stretches the boundaries of her routine. Demonstrating compassion and a willingness to delve into the unexpected, she readies herself to assist the old lady, transcending her initial professional boundaries. This moment of empathy and understanding bridges diverse worlds: the scientifically-driven realm of Biolabs Pharmaceuticals and the simple, universal concern for a pet's well-being. The old lady, initially met with disregard by others, finds solace in Ritsuka's readiness to help, showcasing a compelling blend of cultural respect and personal kindness. The encounter underscores the unpredictability embedded in daily life and the profound connections that can emerge from seemingly mundane requests for help.
(Ritsuka's odd encounter(SRTyler):SRTyler)
[Sat Oct 5 2024]
On Deadwood Street
It is afternoon, about 61F(16C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
(Your target has been flagged down by someone who wants their help getting their cat down from a tree.
)
Ritsuka is still inside of her vehicle, just now coming to a stop outside of Biolabs Pharmaceuticals specifically - that being her own shop. She was wanting to handle one of the experimental drugs and get a cheaper copy for testing before heading home to sort through her most recent purchases, which are currently all laid out in the back of her vehicle, not in a bag, just placed down. She opens the door and steps out of the vehicle and locks it with a beep beep.
The day, or what seemingly appears to be remaining of it, has cast a dim shine upon the outer contours of Biolabs Pharmaceuticals. There is a mild chill to the air, barely perceptible, and what trees that have been lazily planted between the lines of shoddily-paved sidewalk on Deadwood Street have had their leaves begin to brown and litter the ground. The occasional pedestrian passes by, granting Ritsuka a passing glance as they pass by, but they afford a small lady standing by one of said trees a longer stare, and an even larger berth. She seems to be trying to engage the attentions of those passing by, but each one lets her down gently with either a shake of their head, or just pretending she doesn't exist altogether. Finally, the old lady spots Ritsuka. "Excuse me," the lady says, her voice coming off as fragile and strained as it could be. "I need your help, if you could? I swear it will take just a moment. I'll pay you even!" The timidness in her tone breaks for just this moment, lending the plea with a heavy emphasis.
Ritsuka comes to make a deeper bow to the older woman "Konbanwa, senpai," She says, looking the woman over before asking. "I am only a little bit in a rush. What are you needing help with? Do you need require help with any pharmaceuticals? I can find something that will work for you." She says it more polite, demure and with a light smile. "We can figure out what will help, I can say that very sure."
It is once she hears Japanese that the old lady warms up to Ritsuka almost immediately, managing a slight smile as the old woman returns the bowing gesture with a similar gesticulation, though clearly struggling to manage it given the rigors of old age. Nonetheless, she rises as a seeming panic seems to override her features. "Konbanwa," she responds, her voice laden with stress. "You see, I was taking my cat to the vet," she begins, her explanation frantic and hurried, the old woman than craning her head up towards one of the unhealthy trees planted across the sidewalk. As she lifts her head upwards, the pale dying bark of one of the tree's branches is broken by the presence of a black void of fur with glaring yellow eyes. As the old lady's eyes meet the cat's own, the cat responds with a loud hiss. Sighing, the old woman turns back to Ritsuka. "He is always like this, no less so because he had to go to the vet. Could you help me get him down? I'm afraid he will hurt himself."
The narrative evolves around Ritsuka's shift from pharmaceutical concerns to an immediate, unforeseen challenge—an odd yet touching encounter that stretches the boundaries of her routine. Demonstrating compassion and a willingness to delve into the unexpected, she readies herself to assist the old lady, transcending her initial professional boundaries. This moment of empathy and understanding bridges diverse worlds: the scientifically-driven realm of Biolabs Pharmaceuticals and the simple, universal concern for a pet's well-being. The old lady, initially met with disregard by others, finds solace in Ritsuka's readiness to help, showcasing a compelling blend of cultural respect and personal kindness. The encounter underscores the unpredictability embedded in daily life and the profound connections that can emerge from seemingly mundane requests for help.
(Ritsuka's odd encounter(SRTyler):SRTyler)
[Sat Oct 5 2024]
On Deadwood Street
It is afternoon, about 61F(16C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
(Your target has been flagged down by someone who wants their help getting their cat down from a tree.
)
Ritsuka is still inside of her vehicle, just now coming to a stop outside of Biolabs Pharmaceuticals specifically - that being her own shop. She was wanting to handle one of the experimental drugs and get a cheaper copy for testing before heading home to sort through her most recent purchases, which are currently all laid out in the back of her vehicle, not in a bag, just placed down. She opens the door and steps out of the vehicle and locks it with a beep beep.
The day, or what seemingly appears to be remaining of it, has cast a dim shine upon the outer contours of Biolabs Pharmaceuticals. There is a mild chill to the air, barely perceptible, and what trees that have been lazily planted between the lines of shoddily-paved sidewalk on Deadwood Street have had their leaves begin to brown and litter the ground. The occasional pedestrian passes by, granting Ritsuka a passing glance as they pass by, but they afford a small lady standing by one of said trees a longer stare, and an even larger berth. She seems to be trying to engage the attentions of those passing by, but each one lets her down gently with either a shake of their head, or just pretending she doesn't exist altogether. Finally, the old lady spots Ritsuka. "Excuse me," the lady says, her voice coming off as fragile and strained as it could be. "I need your help, if you could? I swear it will take just a moment. I'll pay you even!" The timidness in her tone breaks for just this moment, lending the plea with a heavy emphasis.
Ritsuka comes to make a deeper bow to the older woman "Konbanwa, senpai," She says, looking the woman over before asking. "I am only a little bit in a rush. What are you needing help with? Do you need require help with any pharmaceuticals? I can find something that will work for you." She says it more polite, demure and with a light smile. "We can figure out what will help, I can say that very sure."
It is once she hears Japanese that the old lady warms up to Ritsuka almost immediately, managing a slight smile as the old woman returns the bowing gesture with a similar gesticulation, though clearly struggling to manage it given the rigors of old age. Nonetheless, she rises as a seeming panic seems to override her features. "Konbanwa," she responds, her voice laden with stress. "You see, I was taking my cat to the vet," she begins, her explanation frantic and hurried, the old woman than craning her head up towards one of the unhealthy trees planted across the sidewalk. As she lifts her head upwards, the pale dying bark of one of the tree's branches is broken by the presence of a black void of fur with glaring yellow eyes. As the old lady's eyes meet the cat's own, the cat responds with a loud hiss. Sighing, the old woman turns back to Ritsuka. "He is always like this, no less so because he had to go to the vet. Could you help me get him down? I'm afraid he will hurt himself."