Max wasn't one of the people quick to complain about a ton of incoming monsters. Having something around whose face she could rearrange with her fist had been a nice outlet, but none of it had managed to change the inescapable fact that this place was a prison, and that this time there was no easy way to break out.
She'd been out of the loop back
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"Good view?"
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"If you like looking at the inside of walls," she said wryly. After a moment of hesitation, her hands gripped the edge of the roof on either side of her, and she hoisted herself up and over the edge, landing with surprising lightness beside Faith. "Personally, I like a little better view."
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"Are you new or just new to showing your face?"
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Max rocked her head back and forth, cricking her neck, and stretched her arms up over her head, wondering just how long she'd let herself get caught up in her thoughts up there.
"Name's Max."
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She was patrolling, because there was a ton of incoming monsters, and she was doing her job. Her job had ruined a few shirts, gotten blood all over her shoes and had her going through weapons like they're candy, but it was what she had to do. Better her ruining a few pieces of clothing than someone getting killed. Tonight's a slow night, though, and there weren't a lot of monsters around.
Of course the night she's actually doing her job, the monsters don't want her to do it.
"So typical."
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"What is?" she said, raising her voice loud enough to drift down to her.
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She then turned around to face her a little more. "The time when I'm actually out here looking for monster to fight, there isn't any around?"
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"You could try lookin' outside the fence."
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Things didn't go as planned.
By the time he wandered into the barracks, he was covered in blood and looking more than a little annoyed. He wanted to hunt normal scared-of-their-own-shadow deer, not rabid, insane deer. His night was officially shot, and he smelled like a butcher's shop. Thankfully none of it was his. He was heading back to his own old cabin, planning on hunkering down there for the night before heading back to the castle when he caught a familiar scent. His head tipped, then up, and he sighed when he saw her.
"The life of luxury too much for one night?"
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"Maybe I was just looking for some fresh air," she quipped, adding in a wrinkled nose as she surveyed his clothes. "So much for that."
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Actually, you really shouldn't. You'd probably lose your lunch.
His eyes then glanced over to the side of the cabin, before finding the proper handholds to haul himself up to the roof. Once he was actually settled on the seat next to her, he glanced back over to the wall of the barracks and sighed.
"I like the roof of the castle better. It's higher."
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Max tried to resist the urge to let her hackles rise at the sudden invasion of her private space, but it was hard to fight instincts. She looked noticeably uncomfortable and shifted a quarter of an inch to the left to make room. The fact that she didn't straight out tell him to leave or shove him off the roof was telling though.
"Me too, but there's this thing about beggars and choosers.
I wanted to see what was goin' on down here."
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He picked his way towards her. "Hmm... Max?"
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"Got it in one," she said, with a smirk. "... Mogget, right?"
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