INCOMPLETE
Who: Haku [
at_your_knees] + Eve III [
liberated_eve] and possibly Kallen [
unknighted]
What: A chance meeting.
Where: Somewhere in the residential area.
When: A little while after this
Usually Eve didn’t like to think about leaving Tallen’s side. It was safe there -comforting; a place where the world didn’t seem so scary. But for now, she was happily playing somewhere ‘safe’, and knew the woman she had come to trust wasn’t far away.
So sitting by herself behind various boxes; a makeshift ‘play nursery’ of sorts, Eve who while eagerly proud of her self for making it all on her lonesome, hoped the piled up discarded boxes was enough to shield her from the bad people. Even with a gift such as hers that still, even stripped as it was, could come very handy in defending herself she worried that that might not be enough.
Then came the footsteps - audibly intriguing but for Eve at lest, somewhat innately terrifying. Eve leaned sideways, still sheltered safely enough from behind a small pizza box. The footsteps didn’t sound like Kallen’s - or doctor Bowman’s - or anyone she had met for that matter.
Part of her wanted to investigate. For a moment she almost obeyed. Almost. The common sence took the last bastion of control from her hands setting her mind to default fear mode. Drawing a deep breath, she waited; watching a distended shadow slowly crawl past the threshold of the ‘U’ shaped alleyway that boxed her in, and swallowed fearfully.
at_your_knees] + Eve III [
liberated_eve] and possibly Kallen [
unknighted]
What: A chance meeting.
Where: Somewhere in the residential area.
When: A little while after this
Usually Eve didn’t like to think about leaving Tallen’s side. It was safe there -comforting; a place where the world didn’t seem so scary. But for now, she was happily playing somewhere ‘safe’, and knew the woman she had come to trust wasn’t far away.
So sitting by herself behind various boxes; a makeshift ‘play nursery’ of sorts, Eve who while eagerly proud of her self for making it all on her lonesome, hoped the piled up discarded boxes was enough to shield her from the bad people. Even with a gift such as hers that still, even stripped as it was, could come very handy in defending herself she worried that that might not be enough.
Then came the footsteps - audibly intriguing but for Eve at lest, somewhat innately terrifying. Eve leaned sideways, still sheltered safely enough from behind a small pizza box. The footsteps didn’t sound like Kallen’s - or doctor Bowman’s - or anyone she had met for that matter.
Part of her wanted to investigate. For a moment she almost obeyed. Almost. The common sence took the last bastion of control from her hands setting her mind to default fear mode. Drawing a deep breath, she waited; watching a distended shadow slowly crawl past the threshold of the ‘U’ shaped alleyway that boxed her in, and swallowed fearfully.