Who: Riza Hawkeye and Cara
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: Public Market
Format: Paragraph, past tense
What: They each follow their strings only to find that they lead to each other =|
Warnings: There will probably be some form of catfight involved. Possibly violence.
To say that the morning had started off poorly was an understatement, and Cara was more than ready to kill whoever had tied that damn string around her finger. Any attempt to remove it had failed, and she'd been left with no other choice than to follow where the trail went. Her travelling took the Mord Sith through to some form of market area, but her attention was hardly on the items the people were trying to sell.
She was grumpy, without a doubt, and warned the shoppers walking around her to back off with a deadly glare. Those that didn't take the hint were given a little tap with her Agiel, of course, and like all good little trainee's, they learnt their lesson soon enough. The last thing she needed was to have unworthy fools pushing her around while she was in this type of mood.