6th Dusting

[makeitquick]

[Action]

[Out tonight. On roofs, over buildings, watching. Looking - it's gotten colder so now's in in a coat and all, but ... restless. Back from the mission on the second, slow to give Summers back the scythe. Slower still to calm down after all that fighting. Winged bastards. Her own wings twitch in the night air- she can still see her breath in the air too. Ridiculous. See her all over town tonight looking around for something that needs protecting or watching. A patrol, in other words.

This is complicated at about midnight. A bizarre feeling strikes her she can't pinpoint he origin of. A great sense of loneliness and need to belong. It's from that moment that she decide to first go to the item shop late at night - either breaking in or walking in depending on if it's open - and seeing if she can find some piercing studs. From there, to the Smithy - see if anyone's there, and if no one else (and given this late hour she doubts anyone is) admiring that's in the windows before shaking her head and walking back to her apartment. The next morning, this appears on the journals:]

[Voice]

Anyone know if you can pierce these hokum wings? They heal it up or infect?

Comments

[makeitquick]

[OH FINE. She goes to yank on Gates's arms, tug him back, and put him into some sort of quasi-wrestling move as she chucks him across the room. Probably taking some of Ayumu's hair and maybe ear]

[sundead]

[clutching his bleeding ear...] You should put a leash on him or something.

[makeitquick]

That'd just make'em pissy.

[sundead]

And less able to bite people's faces off.

[makeitquick]

Try more, once he eats the leash.

[Ans Gates leaps back to try to snarl and tackle her from behind. She still feels sick and a little weak, but she has reflexes enough to turn and punch Gates in the snout to assert dominance]

[sundead]

Why do you keep him?

[makeitquick]

'Cus I owe him for finding something of mine.

[sundead]

Must've been pretty important...

[he seems annoying.]

[makeitquick]

It was.

[sundead]

Then.... good for him?

[makeitquick]

Is, yeah. ...Got something else to say?

[sundead]

Not really.

[he stands up... still kind of bleeding everywhere.] If you're not dying, I should probably head home.

[makeitquick]

Works for me.

[Sliding back into her apartment proper.]