[Thread] A meeting in the park

[phonespsych]

Characters: AU!Sakuraba Neku, OU!Saya, OU!Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryu
Where: The Park
When: After Saya's latest Entry
Summery: Neka decided to meet Saya and Joshua in the park. She's got no idea why though.
Warnings: Violence and an FTB. You have been warned.

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[desertdandelion]

Oh, but Saya was around.

Early or not, she was something of a hunter by nature, and therefore knew how to stalk and hide from prey when she needed to, even with her overly conspicuous true physical form.

However, she was not out to kill anyone. Not now, which explained why her movements were so much more relaxed. She smiled to herself, letting a tentacle slither along the ground behind Neka perfectly silently, leaving behind a trail of slime as it did. Purposely, she ran over something that crunched and snapped -- probably a twig or something -- very lightly, to give Neka some semblance of warning. While she had no idea of the girl's combat capabilities, as long as neither of them were ultimately hurt, she was fine with it.

But of course, Saya didn't consider mental damage as "hurt" in this case.

[wrldendswithwho]

Joshua was, for once, the last one to arrive. Likely because the invitation was on such short notice, and he must have had prior business to attend to. As Saya toyed with Neku by the tree, the Composer was just then approaching from a distance. With his hands pocketed, he walked across the park field with a devious smirk until he came within speaking distance to the two. "Howdy, roomies," he greeted playfully, shifting his eyes between Neka and Saya.

[phonespsych]

Neka jumped a bit when she heard something crunch behind her. Damn, she needed to keep her guard up and her thoughts from wandering. She then looked around for Saya for a moment before looking over at Joshua.

"Hi." She said simply, her hands in her pockets for now. She still needed to get another set of headphones.

[desertdandelion]

Saya giggled a bit, noticing how Neka elected not to run from the tentacle as it slowly advanced toward her. In a seemingly lazy manner, she curled it in a circle on the ground at Neka's feet, in perhaps about the size of a large hoop, but not bound tightly enough that she couldn't step out of it if she chose to. Saya's expression was fairly smug, but at the same time, difficult to read with merely a glance. She let the tip of the tentacle dance around in the air slightly, much like the tail of a cat might twitch occasionally depending on its mood.