incomplete, open
WHO: Makimachi Misao/amnotaweasel and anyone
WHERE: The City streets. A particularly shady part of town.
WHEN: Two days after this log (and this entry)
WARNINGS: Very possibly some violence.
SUMMARY: Misao said she'd avoid trouble, but what do you call wandering around alone, after dark, in one of the shadier parts of the City?
FORMAT: Whatever.
Misao had never been the type to specifically avoid danger. In the Meiji era, she had wandered from town to town alone, stealing as she needed and sleeping where she could. Not something Aoshi-sama likely would have approved of, and certainly not something Saitou would ever have called smart.
In fact, she could just hear his mocking tone asking her just what the hell she thought she was doing. She ignored it. She ignored the pretty good idea she had of what Aoshi-sama might say about her current activities.
Sometimes, the best way to relieve stress was to put yourself in a situation where you would need to beat people up.
Such as, for example, the very situation she was currently in. The one with the three men who were all at least a foot taller than she was and were seemingly attempting to herd her from the corners of her eyes. She wasn't quite dumb enough to fall for it, but who said they had to know that?
Hopefully, they wouldn't see the grin on her face. Maybe it wouldn't matter if they did.
WHERE: The City streets. A particularly shady part of town.
WHEN: Two days after this log (and this entry)
WARNINGS: Very possibly some violence.
SUMMARY: Misao said she'd avoid trouble, but what do you call wandering around alone, after dark, in one of the shadier parts of the City?
FORMAT: Whatever.
Misao had never been the type to specifically avoid danger. In the Meiji era, she had wandered from town to town alone, stealing as she needed and sleeping where she could. Not something Aoshi-sama likely would have approved of, and certainly not something Saitou would ever have called smart.
In fact, she could just hear his mocking tone asking her just what the hell she thought she was doing. She ignored it. She ignored the pretty good idea she had of what Aoshi-sama might say about her current activities.
Sometimes, the best way to relieve stress was to put yourself in a situation where you would need to beat people up.
Such as, for example, the very situation she was currently in. The one with the three men who were all at least a foot taller than she was and were seemingly attempting to herd her from the corners of her eyes. She wasn't quite dumb enough to fall for it, but who said they had to know that?
Hopefully, they wouldn't see the grin on her face. Maybe it wouldn't matter if they did.