I'm an animal; you're an animal too
Adrian is roaming the city, wired and sleepless, his wings out under his jacket. He's looking for a kill. He hasn't done this in... years. Years, at least. Possibly decades. He wants to go after Mag and tear her throat out, because he suspects his migraines are her doing, but he has no proof and he doesn't trust her carnie friends not to descend on him while he's trying to kill her.
Fucking carnivals. Add one to the list of things he's never doing again.
He knows, privately, that this won't help. Killing some mundane, without even that delicious connection that makes the murder worth it. He knows that killing someone while he's sleepless, furious, and jumpy is a bad idea in general as far as covering his tracks is concerned.
But he needs this. Some small part of himself is convinced that blood will help him somehow.
Maka is hiding in a corner of the Library, trying for the first time in weeks to sense some soul wavelengths--and to see if she can figure out what's wrong with herself. She's felt off ever since the fight with that dragon, and lately she's started to feel really sick. She's been too nervous to try examining herself before now, but... well. She should at least try. It's pretty obvious that she's not reading the book in front of her, if anyone should actually look. For one, her eyes are closed. For another, it's upside-down.
Abby is laying on a couch in the Kashtta, her head dangling over the end. Rex is asleep on her stomach. She strokes him absently. She's got money enough for a ticket to Heathrow. The weather is warming up enough that she can take Rex with. She can start looking for a way to get home.
So what is she waiting for?
Fucking carnivals. Add one to the list of things he's never doing again.
He knows, privately, that this won't help. Killing some mundane, without even that delicious connection that makes the murder worth it. He knows that killing someone while he's sleepless, furious, and jumpy is a bad idea in general as far as covering his tracks is concerned.
But he needs this. Some small part of himself is convinced that blood will help him somehow.
Maka is hiding in a corner of the Library, trying for the first time in weeks to sense some soul wavelengths--and to see if she can figure out what's wrong with herself. She's felt off ever since the fight with that dragon, and lately she's started to feel really sick. She's been too nervous to try examining herself before now, but... well. She should at least try. It's pretty obvious that she's not reading the book in front of her, if anyone should actually look. For one, her eyes are closed. For another, it's upside-down.
Abby is laying on a couch in the Kashtta, her head dangling over the end. Rex is asleep on her stomach. She strokes him absently. She's got money enough for a ticket to Heathrow. The weather is warming up enough that she can take Rex with. She can start looking for a way to get home.
So what is she waiting for?