WHO:
niceassassin and
fantasycliche. Again.
WHERE: The Delacorte Theater or C&C-verse equivalent, Central Park. Again.
WHEN: Ten minutes after
this! ...For the first time!
WARNINGS: probably none?
SUMMARY: "QUIT HINTING THAT I'M A DRAGON. SERIOUSLY. I'LL EAT YOU."
FORMAT: quick!
[ As far as she can tell, the communicators leave information out in the open for just about anyone to see. It's a decidedly ineffective method of communication when you want to deliver more... sensitive messages.
Death threats, for example.
Onyx hasn't decided whether or not she'll actually kill Zevran. But she has to admit, it's an awfully tempting course of action. If he'd shown up five minutes ago, before she'd begun her qhen meditation (never easy, as a human, with their ridiculous cluttered minds and tangled emotions) in one of the empty seats at the theater, she's pretty sure she would have killed him. But by now she's considering other options, and some of them have the potential to be pleasing.
So she waits--for once, patiently. ]