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Who: War ("Scarlett") and Fuuma
What: Fuuma's first meeting at the City wasn't a coincidence.
Where: Outside a cafe in the neighborhood.
When: When Fuuma arrives.
Rating: PG-ish. But ratings with this type of log can be flexible. I think.
Open: Not for now. ^^;;
She put down her half-full cup of coffee on the plain white ceramic saucer to the right of the laptop and sighed. This charming spot outside of the coffee shop vaguely reminded her of Sable and his upper-class hauntings and of a decade's worth of work in the field of journalism. Lovely times, those, especially when the arguments in the surrounding tables grew to the point of bitchslapping and pen-stabbing.
Speaking of arguments... she wondered if any of those were happening now. Her fingers jabbed at the keyboard as she looked over the latest entries. Hmm, there were a few new people today... ah. Someone mentioned Destiny, and the power to grant wishes.
Perhaps this was the quietly dark person who had arrived just recently? Below that tranquil surface, she sensed something more passionate and intense, something destructive. Hmm, interesting... should she invite this person for a chat? He might be interested in her type of business, after all.
Smirking, she reached out a hand and twisted the space around her with the help of the Church's power. This person would arrive here, now that she redirected his path. Now all she had to do was wait.
What: Fuuma's first meeting at the City wasn't a coincidence.
Where: Outside a cafe in the neighborhood.
When: When Fuuma arrives.
Rating: PG-ish. But ratings with this type of log can be flexible. I think.
Open: Not for now. ^^;;
She put down her half-full cup of coffee on the plain white ceramic saucer to the right of the laptop and sighed. This charming spot outside of the coffee shop vaguely reminded her of Sable and his upper-class hauntings and of a decade's worth of work in the field of journalism. Lovely times, those, especially when the arguments in the surrounding tables grew to the point of bitchslapping and pen-stabbing.
Speaking of arguments... she wondered if any of those were happening now. Her fingers jabbed at the keyboard as she looked over the latest entries. Hmm, there were a few new people today... ah. Someone mentioned Destiny, and the power to grant wishes.
Perhaps this was the quietly dark person who had arrived just recently? Below that tranquil surface, she sensed something more passionate and intense, something destructive. Hmm, interesting... should she invite this person for a chat? He might be interested in her type of business, after all.
Smirking, she reached out a hand and twisted the space around her with the help of the Church's power. This person would arrive here, now that she redirected his path. Now all she had to do was wait.