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[lamina_cito]

Who: Irene and Free
When: Late afternoon, day 57
Where: Somewhere in town
What: Random encounter
Rating: PGish?

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[howlingimmortal]

Contrary to the tension of the Claymore lost in the fog, a certain werewolf strolled along with nary a care in the world. He was even whistling quietly, an old tune from a land long forgotten, of battle and victory and celebration. Considering his mood earlier in the day, he was extremely cavalier about things now.

The fog didn't bother him at all, or even slow him down. His Demon's Eye let him see right through the dense air, and even then his sense of smell was good enough to guide him around. Either way, it was no surprise he could see Irene in the distance, and he raised an arm in greeting to his fellow warrior.

"Oi!"

[lamina_cito]

It was only a few short seconds before he spoke that she had felt another presence. Her hand twitched to grab her sword although she never did. His voice kept her from such. She turned toward his general direction, eyes narrowing until she could make out his shape. Slowly beginning to make out his shape. To see him beyond the swirling fog.

"Free, why are you out within this fog?"

Her body relaxed just faintly. Not visibly so, but enough that her yoki would stop flowing straight into her right arm in preparation for her quicksword attack. The Claymore didn't know this man well enough to consider him friend or foe, although they had fought side by side and spoken only a few times. Still... she didn't seem to fear him at least.

[howlingimmortal]

Fear was an alien concept to Free. He simply charged headlong into most everything, and that's what he did now. Well, sort of, at least. In a quick trot, he closed the gap between himself and Irene in short order.

"Why?" he echoed with a shrug. "I wanted to take a walk."

It was the truth. Even with his ability to heal dampened, he could handle just about anything that came at him out here without much to worry about.

[lamina_cito]

"Because this fog has much to hide. No one knows what i is made of and if what we saw were just hallucinations as everyone shrugs it off as."

She kept her voice neutral. Her fingers drew up slowly, drawing her fine almost silvery hair away from her face. Her gaze darted into the mist for a brief moment. She couldn't keep herself from doing it. It was instinct to constantly checking her surroundings. From trying to search for yoma and any hidden threat.