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Who: Galatea and Dante
When: Day 22
Where: All over town
What: Hunting for certain people, yep
Rating: I? Really don't know...
It's worth a shot.
Had this been Rabona, Galatea would never have dared to involve herself. Call it boredom or something else, the former warrior, now nun, had found herself outside again. With her sword strapped on her back, she had been focused and in tune with the auras around her. She ghosted through the town quietly, solemnly, careful not to leave a trace or a sound of her presence. Yet every so often, she would have to push her pale blonde hair behind her shoulders, rather arrogantly.
Galatea had dared not admitted to herself in the new limitations in this area. Still, she remained confident in her abilities, ever so willing to help... a stranger. It was pity, even if she couldn't recall if she had a sibling or not. Something had pulled her here and it was more than the mere presence of others. Too much of mother hen for her liking sometimes. The seven years in Rabona had done that, naturally.
So here she was, carefully and silently approaching on the other would-be hybrid, the "boy" as she was already calling him. But he was a boy to her, a kid who didn't seem to really know how to keep a level head on his shoulders. Galatea often had the habit of appearing behind many and this would be the case. Slowly, this claymore had let a little of her yoki out, in hopes that this one would have been smart enough to catch it.
Blind or not, Galatea could fell out anyone like she could see.
When: Day 22
Where: All over town
What: Hunting for certain people, yep
Rating: I? Really don't know...
It's worth a shot.
Had this been Rabona, Galatea would never have dared to involve herself. Call it boredom or something else, the former warrior, now nun, had found herself outside again. With her sword strapped on her back, she had been focused and in tune with the auras around her. She ghosted through the town quietly, solemnly, careful not to leave a trace or a sound of her presence. Yet every so often, she would have to push her pale blonde hair behind her shoulders, rather arrogantly.
Galatea had dared not admitted to herself in the new limitations in this area. Still, she remained confident in her abilities, ever so willing to help... a stranger. It was pity, even if she couldn't recall if she had a sibling or not. Something had pulled her here and it was more than the mere presence of others. Too much of mother hen for her liking sometimes. The seven years in Rabona had done that, naturally.
So here she was, carefully and silently approaching on the other would-be hybrid, the "boy" as she was already calling him. But he was a boy to her, a kid who didn't seem to really know how to keep a level head on his shoulders. Galatea often had the habit of appearing behind many and this would be the case. Slowly, this claymore had let a little of her yoki out, in hopes that this one would have been smart enough to catch it.
Blind or not, Galatea could fell out anyone like she could see.