‘Cause they took your loved ones
Who: thinkin_arbys and maestro_ezio
What: What is she, and what does she want to be? Upon returning from a brief trip through the wormhole, she finally has an answer for him.
When: The 25th, around 2 AM. (forward dated)
Where: Ezio's room.
Warnings: Spoilers for Steel Ball Run.
[She'd stepped from the lines haggard, worn, clothing covered in small tears, and it took her a few moments to re-orient herself.
Hours later, mind cleared, a plan developed, she stands quietly and blithely in front of an air vent.
She's only been gone a few days--and in her world's time, only a few hours--so she doubts he even noticed she was gone. Still, with everything that's happened, she knows now what she needs to do, what she wants to do, and she has to seal this bargain before she second-guesses herself. Hadn't they both wavered on her training, on accepting the near-impossible? Two months, she's thought on this, and now she's ready to begin.
No one has approached for several minutes, so she curls her fingers around the metal canister at her hip, raising it to point it at her hand. Slowly, her body disappears from view.
A few feet of duct away, in Ezio's room, there's the sound of gentle scraping, like cloth over a tree branch, then the clunk or leather and metal resolving themselves into being. As quietly and discreetly as she can, she's let herself into his room. If he cares... she'll deal with it then.
As she speaks, she holsters her Stand and removes her hat with trembling fingers.]
Ezio.
What: What is she, and what does she want to be? Upon returning from a brief trip through the wormhole, she finally has an answer for him.
When: The 25th, around 2 AM. (forward dated)
Where: Ezio's room.
Warnings: Spoilers for Steel Ball Run.
[She'd stepped from the lines haggard, worn, clothing covered in small tears, and it took her a few moments to re-orient herself.
Hours later, mind cleared, a plan developed, she stands quietly and blithely in front of an air vent.
She's only been gone a few days--and in her world's time, only a few hours--so she doubts he even noticed she was gone. Still, with everything that's happened, she knows now what she needs to do, what she wants to do, and she has to seal this bargain before she second-guesses herself. Hadn't they both wavered on her training, on accepting the near-impossible? Two months, she's thought on this, and now she's ready to begin.
No one has approached for several minutes, so she curls her fingers around the metal canister at her hip, raising it to point it at her hand. Slowly, her body disappears from view.
A few feet of duct away, in Ezio's room, there's the sound of gentle scraping, like cloth over a tree branch, then the clunk or leather and metal resolving themselves into being. As quietly and discreetly as she can, she's let herself into his room. If he cares... she'll deal with it then.
As she speaks, she holsters her Stand and removes her hat with trembling fingers.]
Ezio.