When the stints have been broken, and they can't help you now...

[asortofdevil]

WHO: asortofdevil and WHOEVER.
WHERE: Around the City. Just cause.
WHEN: Let's say Sunday since I was stolen away for the weekend and I MISSED EVERYTHING. Hi, guys.
WARNINGS: Probably mild swearing and violence? It's Hijikata, after all....,...,
SUMMARY: Blind badass with a hidden sword in his cane is making some sort of recon walk in the City. AKA, he's restless

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[Nill is just on her way through the park, going to the dojo with a box full of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, when she sees him sitting there. Something is... familiar about him. Didn't Bishop have a cane like that somewhere in the church? And the glasses--something about him intrigues her, and she angles her path towards where he's sitting, maybe just to pass by. Her wings ruffle beneath her jacket, and she turns her head to look at him as she starts to pass by.]

noooo /feeds cupcakes

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[A little smile flicks over her lips as his hand turns. This is familiar, this is what she can do. Slowly, she presses a finger to his palm and traces out: I AM NILL.]

ajdskalhskdsjjfhds /eats them so gladly

[asortofdevil]

[She's writing, and it's difficult to figure out what she's writing before he realizes the pattern and associates it to a type of handwriting.

"NILL"... that one person in the communicator was called Nill, so she knows her--no, she is.]

[He nods, a little smile - which would be somewhat scary to someone who's not used to a bit of danger in their lives - playing in the corner of his lips.]

Hello, Nill. I've spoken to you before.

/holds forever

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[Nill sees the smile, and it just reminds her of Heine a little bit. There's no fear in her at the moment, just curiosity. She's happy that he's able to understand her, now. She pauses when he says they've spoken, and then recognition hits. Yes, he's the one from Tokyo. She told him that things here were not always bad. She writes: YES.]

o: /wiggles for comfort!

[asortofdevil]

[So she really couldn't talk. Or wouldn't want to let her voice known, but so far she showed him no reason to want to hide her identity, and she seems a bit too... candid, for a subterfuge like that.

So he relaxes, lightly - but always, without rest, minding his surroundings - and turns his face towards her, just a bit.]

Making cookies for friends?

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[Candid would be Nill's middle name, if she had one. She doesn't stop smiling at him, setting the tin of cookies beside her on the bench. At the question, she nods and, again: YES. Easy-to-answer questions like that were probably the best policy, when talking to Nill.]

[asortofdevil]

[He tilts his head a bit, listening to the rustling of her hair again, and nods. He wondered how old exactly she was. Her hands were ginger and soft, but women made it difficult to tell, sometimes.]

Do you have many around here?

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[She shrugs a bit at the question; she talked to a lot of people, but she wouldn't call all of them her friends. She glances sideways at him and writes: DO YOU?]

[asortofdevil]

[He takes a little time analysing that answer, the shrug being slightly less audible than a shake of her head. Yet, it wasn't a "yes" and it wasn't a "no", which made him believe it was something in the middle.

He tips his head up lightly, and the way he replies is casual:]

Just arrived, but I've met a few people.