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Who: Ling, Ran Fan [Partners? Ran's won't be there.]
What: Serious Talkytimes.
When: April 05, 2009 - Early Morning [a little before sunrise]
Where: Poyi Mountains; on the roof of where they're staying.
It was a pretty clear night. Or, well, morning, as it was now. Ran Fan couldn't tell; all she knew was that the sky was still dark, and it was nice. Very calm. Serene. The temperature wasn't too cold, yet wasn't too hot. Either way, she was a bit overdressed for the weather, her body covered in all black. Her hood and her mask were off, however, her hood against her back and her mask tied to her waistband.
Ran Fan decided she liked the feel of the wind against her face. It was ... soothing.
As far as she knew, Young Master was still asleep, and her senses, though dulled ever the slightest due to this world, were still good enough that she would know if an enemy was nearby, and with violent intent toward the object of her affections protection.
It seemed as though tonight was quiet, though. As it had been most nights here in this world. It didn't seem as though any of the enemies they may have had back in Xing, or even Amestris, had been brought to this world; only friends. And perhaps that Mei girl. Ugh. That girl. Even with that temporary 'truce,' so to speak, Ran Fan had resolved to be on guard, and suspicious of her. One could never assume there wasn't any reason to be completely off-guard. Especially when concerning one who was supposed to be an enemy.
She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees, closing her eyes.
It was nice. The breeze. The night. It really was.
What: Serious Talkytimes.
When: April 05, 2009 - Early Morning [a little before sunrise]
Where: Poyi Mountains; on the roof of where they're staying.
It was a pretty clear night. Or, well, morning, as it was now. Ran Fan couldn't tell; all she knew was that the sky was still dark, and it was nice. Very calm. Serene. The temperature wasn't too cold, yet wasn't too hot. Either way, she was a bit overdressed for the weather, her body covered in all black. Her hood and her mask were off, however, her hood against her back and her mask tied to her waistband.
Ran Fan decided she liked the feel of the wind against her face. It was ... soothing.
As far as she knew, Young Master was still asleep, and her senses, though dulled ever the slightest due to this world, were still good enough that she would know if an enemy was nearby, and with violent intent toward the object of her affections protection.
It seemed as though tonight was quiet, though. As it had been most nights here in this world. It didn't seem as though any of the enemies they may have had back in Xing, or even Amestris, had been brought to this world; only friends. And perhaps that Mei girl. Ugh. That girl. Even with that temporary 'truce,' so to speak, Ran Fan had resolved to be on guard, and suspicious of her. One could never assume there wasn't any reason to be completely off-guard. Especially when concerning one who was supposed to be an enemy.
She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees, closing her eyes.
It was nice. The breeze. The night. It really was.