[Closed... unless you want Priscilla to dismember you in a fit of pique.]

[yetsleeping]

Who: Priscilla (honorablesecond) and Senji (clawofsin)
When: JUNE 29. EVENING. YEAH!
Where: The street ---> HQ
Format: Prose, Present Tense.
What: Senji's ridiculous and is getting himself killed fighting too many zombies using his own blood. Priscilla goes to get him because if she doesn't, she's going to accidentally level the damn city in her worry.
Warnings: I

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[yetsleeping]

Priscilla nods a little and moves closer, letting him lean his weight on her, biting back all the frustrated invectives swirling around in her head. He's light, even with all of that muscle and all of that height. Even though he towers over her like a pole, he's still so strangely fragile in that moment, and it makes her a little ill, just thinking about it, and...

Well, there go the invectives again. But then, even if she said them, he'd probably just laugh at them. She had never been good at insults, or vitriol. At least not when yoma weren't involved.

Their footsteps click. She notes the sound, walking in silence, listening to his breath. Their footsteps click and they walk in time, out of necessity more than nature. She takes a step, and because he's leaning on her, he needs to take one as well. Still it makes for a strange, soothing rhythm, at least for the moment. Step-step. Step-step. Like the beating of a heart.

Priscilla keeps her sword in hand, in case they wander across the wrong company. By the time they reach the Headquarters, she's left two more walking corpses in no condition to walk again. Still, behind Kaien and Byakuya's barrier, she can finally breathe.

"I think you should rest," she says softly as she pushes the front door open and leads him inside.

There are stragglers there - civilians caught outside. Children from the schoolhouse. Each one watches her and Senji with that same mix of fear and appreciation she'd grown used to in her two short months of service before she appeared in Anatole. Some things never do change.

"I should warn you," she says, starting up the steps. "I can send her away and she'll just... tidy up in some other place or walk through Helen's wall or... something, but for the moment I... should really let you know to expect that... well. That is...

"There's um, a ghost in my room."