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[grimreaping]

[ It's the middle of the night, and someone's not sleeping. But there are light footsteps on the rooftops, and a whisper of black cloth trailing just along the edge of your window as someone's checking up on you. Why tonight? You might have to ask, or guess. ]

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[ OOC: Dated to the night of the 19th. Kid is looking through windows like a

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[naltorian]

[ It's night, and so dark out. And someone is not in their bed... ]

[grimreaping]

[ Hm. Somehow this wasn't a surprise, not this window. He decides to make a quick slide around the outside of the building, checking the other rooms just in case. Having no trouble moving along the outside of the building like a literal shadow on the wall, definitely not matching his normal 'human' appearance. ]

[naltorian]

[ The soft faint pad of bare feet on ground. The soft breaths of a body not human. The click of a gun being cocked. ]

[grimreaping]

[ golden eyes that reflect in the dark ]

No need for that, Mrs Dox.

[naltorian]

[ Feet that move far away, a gun aimed forward. A determination aimed like no other. A body that melds with the shadows. Creature of the night. ]

[grimreaping]

[ Kid stops at that; not solely in deference to the gun (although it surfaced the memory of being shot point-blank by Suzaku, an experience he did not particularly enjoy) but that she didn't respond, didn't acknowledge, and that's never good when someone has a gun. ]

Mrs Dox.

[naltorian]

[ movement. almost no memory. feet move fast and hair flashes moonlight white as the creature brushes by, not making any signs of registering surroundings. ]

[grimreaping]

[ knows it's probably not the best idea, but grabs one arm as she passes, ready to attempt to disarm her if things don't go well ]

[naltorian]

[ She's trained since walking age. She's swift and quick, and she moves out of his grasps, feet rushing fast, eyes forward, determined. Into to the city, past the buildings.

Cold. Silent. Swift.

To the forest. ]

[grimreaping]

[ he's involved, however tangentially, he can't just walk away now. throws himself into the night, barely a footstep against the building side, after her ]

[naltorian]

[ She's a phantom. She's a ghost. She moves like satan alive. She seems aware of her tracker, because she's moving much faster and making more turns. She springs on her feet and springs and flips over obstacles.

No sound she makes.

The forest...she is not so easy seen. Shadows swallow her. Deep into the forest. Where does she go? ]

[grimreaping]

[ This pursuit however, is not so easily derailed. Because although she can make her body vanish into the shadows, her soul is an entirely different matter. Especially hers, bright as a beacon, familiar as an old lullaby. ]

[naltorian]

[ The forest hides her secrets. In the night, she moves fast. She dives through brush and flips over branches and--pulling a blade from her concealed side--she slashes away what hinders here.

Her personal training ground.

She descends upon a decoy...and aims...

A sharp bang flashes in the night. A whumph as the dummy falls. The soldier moves on, leaping in the air, and aiming for the next arrange decoy. ]

[grimreaping]

[ Kid takes a place upon a long branch, high above. The night's gloom is receding from his sight under the challenge of golden eyes. He'll watch for now. ]

[naltorian]

[ She's an acrobat, spinning and diving and springing, shooting down decoys, each one following the other. The moon shines on her. Eyes flash. Cold blue. Cold and emotionless. If these were flesh and blood bodies...

The gun sounds out repeatedly.

When the click of the last bullet firing is made, she throws the gun to take out a decoy...pulling the blade from her side. She leaps high at a dummy so swiftly and silently...and slices away the head with a swift cut. Her free arm moves, hand pushing away dummy with escaping fluff and all, cutting through the grounds. ]

[grimreaping]

[ He's seen some meisters move like that, but only the highest level ones, the ones that've been fighting for so long that it's like they've forgotten what it's like to just walk down the street without looking for kishin. The ones that Father worries about silently, so the ones Kid worries about too, because it's an uncertain thing to watch someone walk a line that thin between savior and adversary. ]