[closed for renovation]
Who: Teresa and Creeper-chan Roxanne
When: TODAY, I GUESS?
Where: ze ruins
Format: action hooooo
What: Teresa is out for a nice monster slaughter, and Roxanne wants to join her. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?
Warnings: probably dead monsters. and Claymore stalking.
[There are a few places in the ruins that Teresa returns to when she decides to venture out on her own. There's nothing special about them, aside from the volume of monsters she's encountered in the past. The remains of a house, gutted by countless years exposed to the hungry mist; a small forest of lichen-stained columns; the edge of a lake, around the far side where it's more mud than stones, and tracks are left for ages. Each one a little different, and each with a story, Teresa is sure, although no one's around to remember them now. On slow days she'll make up her own.]
[It's the latter she's at today, stepping lightly around the muddy shore as she observes what's left behind. Footprints of all sorts, some massive, some delicate. Some very nearly human. It's enough to distract her from her thoughts (which are also more human than she might have cared for) and in the distance she can feel the ebb of energies from the surrounding ruins. Yoma, and others from other worlds for which she has no name, and--]
[Someone else? Teresa doesn't turn the entire way to see the person approach, but she glances over her shoulder in their direction.]
I didn't think I would have company today.
When: TODAY, I GUESS?
Where: ze ruins
Format: action hooooo
What: Teresa is out for a nice monster slaughter, and Roxanne wants to join her. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?
Warnings: probably dead monsters. and Claymore stalking.
[There are a few places in the ruins that Teresa returns to when she decides to venture out on her own. There's nothing special about them, aside from the volume of monsters she's encountered in the past. The remains of a house, gutted by countless years exposed to the hungry mist; a small forest of lichen-stained columns; the edge of a lake, around the far side where it's more mud than stones, and tracks are left for ages. Each one a little different, and each with a story, Teresa is sure, although no one's around to remember them now. On slow days she'll make up her own.]
[It's the latter she's at today, stepping lightly around the muddy shore as she observes what's left behind. Footprints of all sorts, some massive, some delicate. Some very nearly human. It's enough to distract her from her thoughts (which are also more human than she might have cared for) and in the distance she can feel the ebb of energies from the surrounding ruins. Yoma, and others from other worlds for which she has no name, and--]
[Someone else? Teresa doesn't turn the entire way to see the person approach, but she glances over her shoulder in their direction.]
I didn't think I would have company today.