Fifteen Serpents: Miniature disasters, minor catastrophes, etc.
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[For once, Anko looks happy, as opposed to sarcastic or some variation thereof. She's out in the South-east quardrant, should anyone wish to hack her location, but for now she's just sitting around. Shh, she's distracting herself from the fact that there's free candy, considering the fact that it's from the Animus and therefore likely evil in some way.
The corn snake the household got her for her birthday is sitting on her palm, coiled up. It's a young snake, quite small still, bronze and brick red, with black delineations. Anko, sitting on top of a shorter building, snake in one hand, PCD in the other, seems to be talking to the snake.]
All in all, a pretty good birthday, wouldn't you say? I mean considering...
[She blinks] Right. You need a name, don't you? Hm...
[But before she can get around to thinking up what will undoubtedly be an awesome name, something catches her attention. Sounds like a building collapsing, nearby and, as she stands and aims the PCD's camera that way, that's exactly what it is, judging by the dust cloud.]
Well. May as well go check it out. Nothing better to do.
[sometime later - video]
[She's sitting on a big piece o' rubble, in what appears to be the ruins of what fell down.]
Nothing much worth checking out, unfortunately. Unless your name is Robert Mori-somthing and you lost your diary or whatever.
[She flashes at the camera what appears to be nothing more than an empty, torn, leather embossed book cover, a name on the front. She flips it over, there's a number inside, which she peers at curiously, before dismissing this too. 2019, if you caught it in time. She tosses the empty cover over her shoulder, the snake draped over her neck watching it curiously as it goes. =]
C'mon, let's find some food.
[For once, Anko looks happy, as opposed to sarcastic or some variation thereof. She's out in the South-east quardrant, should anyone wish to hack her location, but for now she's just sitting around. Shh, she's distracting herself from the fact that there's free candy, considering the fact that it's from the Animus and therefore likely evil in some way.
The corn snake the household got her for her birthday is sitting on her palm, coiled up. It's a young snake, quite small still, bronze and brick red, with black delineations. Anko, sitting on top of a shorter building, snake in one hand, PCD in the other, seems to be talking to the snake.]
All in all, a pretty good birthday, wouldn't you say? I mean considering...
[She blinks] Right. You need a name, don't you? Hm...
[But before she can get around to thinking up what will undoubtedly be an awesome name, something catches her attention. Sounds like a building collapsing, nearby and, as she stands and aims the PCD's camera that way, that's exactly what it is, judging by the dust cloud.]
Well. May as well go check it out. Nothing better to do.
[sometime later - video]
[She's sitting on a big piece o' rubble, in what appears to be the ruins of what fell down.]
Nothing much worth checking out, unfortunately. Unless your name is Robert Mori-somthing and you lost your diary or whatever.
[She flashes at the camera what appears to be nothing more than an empty, torn, leather embossed book cover, a name on the front. She flips it over, there's a number inside, which she peers at curiously, before dismissing this too. 2019, if you caught it in time. She tosses the empty cover over her shoulder, the snake draped over her neck watching it curiously as it goes. =]
C'mon, let's find some food.