[Thread: Closed] You've got them diamond eyes

[blackhillcat]

Who: Shijima, the Corinthian
Where: Abyss
When: Evening, April 25th
Summary: A meeting
Rating: PG13 for starters
Other: mmmmmnope.

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[modeofbehavior]

The Corinthian wasn't quite sure why he was doing this. It was a question that hadn't so much plagued as tickled him, spurring small twitches of smiles to his lips as he made his way to the Junkyard. The proposal was likely what had done it. Someone expected him to find their purpose? It was amusing, if absurd. The nightmare could hardly hold on to a purpose of his own; how could he be expected to find one for another?

Still, he was here. If nothing else the individual sounded interesting, and the Corinthian could wile away some time in talking with them. He had so much of it lately. Pickings for work were slim, despite hints from Gilver that he'd be called on soon. "Promises, promises," he hummed, weaving between broken machinery.

Shijima would likely notice him first, sitting on a small scrap heap and looking for all the world like some pale specter.

pardon the extreme lateness orz

[blackhillcat]

Shijima walked through the junkyard, keeping her eyes open for any sign of life. Her black cape was a contrast to her white hair, but at least it still helped her blend into the shadows, even just a little. All throughout, she wondered what the Corinthian was like. Was he a big man? A small, mousy man? Was the Corinthian not a man at all? What sort of abilities did he have? He had to have some, at least. How else would he be able to find what people looked for? Especially her request.

Further into the Junkyard, Shijima spotted someone sitting on a scrap heap. She tilted her head and watched the person for a moment before stepping out of the shadows. There was something... haunting about the scene. "You are the Corinthian, are you not?" she asked. It very well could not have been him, but there was nothing wrong with asking. And Shijima was very good at asking. She was a curious cat, after all.

Np! It happens

[modeofbehavior]

The nightmare wasn't terribly impressive at first glance-- average features and height, muscled but not noticeably so. The only things worth a second glance were the stark white hair and the fact that he was wearing sunglasses at night. But if she had the senses of a feline, it wouldn't be hard for her to smell that he wasn't human.

Ironically, his first thought of her was questioning whether she was. His brows rose faintly at the sight of the girl. A younger girl at that. Beyond odd coloring, nothing about her stood out. She all but screamed 'easy mark', and that made him wonder. What sort of girl could come down to the Abyss, at night, alone, to meet with someone she'd never met before?

The Corinthian tilted his head thoughtfully, standing. "I am. You're... Kurookano Shijima?" He jumped and slid down the pile, brushing off his jeans calmly. White teeth flashed in a smile. "I'm surprised you came. You're very brave, for someone so young."

[blackhillcat]

The atmosphere hadn't changed one bit. It still had that same eerie feel to it, enough to have the hairs on her back stand. Her tail too, if she had one in this form. Since she'd only felt it now instead of when she first reached the Junkyard, then... Well, it wouldn't be surprising, considering this was the Abyss. Still, the expression on her face remained unchanged. Still that almost blank look that barely hinted at curiosity with eyes wide and alert.

Shijima gave the Corinthian a nod. "Yes, that is correct," she said. "Anyone who has lived in the Abyss, in my opinion, is braver than the soldiers of the Military." Not that she looked down on the Military. They just deserved a different sort of respect. She moved closer to the Corinthian and settled on the hood of an old and rusting red car. "I believe we have matters to discuss?"