[Incomplete]
Who: Citrine, Citan Uzuki
When: After this conversation. So around evening of March 13th
Where: White Fang main building
Rating: PG-13 for monster slaughter
Warnings: None right now
Summary: Citrine is accompanying Citan through the WF building to get him a katana from the weapons room, and they're cleaning out some of the monsters that have started nesting there while they're at it.
Late. Of course, they hadn't actually decided on a certain time but merely said something like "I'll go there now"-but even with that being the case, Citan was slow in getting here, and she disliked waiting for others.
The building had been more or less empty for a while now. The decline in members had caused White Fang to drift into a sort of limbo state, existing merely as a name and not as an actual organization. Honestly? She didn't quite see the point in keeping organizations, anymore, at least-she hadn't a week ago. Purgatorium had changed in many ways, with the switching of gods, the changes in environment and the seemingly random Gnosis attack that turned out to be nothing but a farce... It was difficult to still call this place the Purgatorium she once woke up in, months ago. With the mass disappearances of people and collapse of the organization she had worked for, things had become hopeless once again. Without duty, without direction, without any sense of meaning in anything, she wasn't sure what to do at all. She had even considered working in the tavern or general store, just to be doing something.
She glanced at the clock on the clocktower. Another minute had passed. Citan was still not here. Slow.
White Fang was hardly a standing organization now, but there were a few members left. Graham, that engineer friend of his and now Citan. Granted, it wasn't exactly an army, but they could still recruit more once things were ready to be started. And there were people interested in joining, even without the candy. The first thing to do, however, was to clean out the building and make it usable again. It had become completely rundown when the personnel left and she was certain that monsters had made themselves a home in there, occupying all the unused rooms on the second floor-they might even be breeding in there.
She shuddered at the thought of that, hoping that things weren't quite as bad as they were in her imagination. She was armed now, both with the shotgun she had received when she took on the duty at the Department and the gun she had gotten from home, resting safely in the holster on her jacket, just like it had at home. Feeling safer like this, she continued to wait, tapping her shotgun impatiently against the moldy walls of the building. This was going to be one of the more exciting things, and she was looking forward to it.
When: After this conversation. So around evening of March 13th
Where: White Fang main building
Rating: PG-13 for monster slaughter
Warnings: None right now
Summary: Citrine is accompanying Citan through the WF building to get him a katana from the weapons room, and they're cleaning out some of the monsters that have started nesting there while they're at it.
Late. Of course, they hadn't actually decided on a certain time but merely said something like "I'll go there now"-but even with that being the case, Citan was slow in getting here, and she disliked waiting for others.
The building had been more or less empty for a while now. The decline in members had caused White Fang to drift into a sort of limbo state, existing merely as a name and not as an actual organization. Honestly? She didn't quite see the point in keeping organizations, anymore, at least-she hadn't a week ago. Purgatorium had changed in many ways, with the switching of gods, the changes in environment and the seemingly random Gnosis attack that turned out to be nothing but a farce... It was difficult to still call this place the Purgatorium she once woke up in, months ago. With the mass disappearances of people and collapse of the organization she had worked for, things had become hopeless once again. Without duty, without direction, without any sense of meaning in anything, she wasn't sure what to do at all. She had even considered working in the tavern or general store, just to be doing something.
She glanced at the clock on the clocktower. Another minute had passed. Citan was still not here. Slow.
White Fang was hardly a standing organization now, but there were a few members left. Graham, that engineer friend of his and now Citan. Granted, it wasn't exactly an army, but they could still recruit more once things were ready to be started. And there were people interested in joining, even without the candy. The first thing to do, however, was to clean out the building and make it usable again. It had become completely rundown when the personnel left and she was certain that monsters had made themselves a home in there, occupying all the unused rooms on the second floor-they might even be breeding in there.
She shuddered at the thought of that, hoping that things weren't quite as bad as they were in her imagination. She was armed now, both with the shotgun she had received when she took on the duty at the Department and the gun she had gotten from home, resting safely in the holster on her jacket, just like it had at home. Feeling safer like this, she continued to wait, tapping her shotgun impatiently against the moldy walls of the building. This was going to be one of the more exciting things, and she was looking forward to it.