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Who: Priscilla (honorablesecond), Riful (riseinthewest), Senji (clawofsin), others tbd?
When: Forward-dated to Sunday.
Where: The ruins.
Format: Action!
What: Riful and Senji finally have some face-to-face time... and then Priscilla shows up and everything goes to hell.
Warnings: Violence. A ton of violence.
[Like any good predator, Riful knows how to stalk her prey. She knows how to sniff it out, track it down, lie in wait until it is vulnerable and the time is ripe to strike and break it apart. For example, when Priscilla has left its side for more than a moment.
Riful is patient even when annoyed beyond endurance, and bides her time until Senji is alone and exposed. He isn't afraid of her, he says, but oh, he should be. He should be. Not that Riful cares one way or another; either way, in the end, he will learn the gravity of his mistake, and he will learn it the excruciatingly difficult way.
And if that hated thing should show up, she'll take the head and tear it apart until the pieces are too small to be given proper burial, and leave the body to the other beasts who roam here. Claymore taste dreadful, after all.
No more tiptoeing around matters. Senji showed her that.
She steps from her hiding place when his back is turned, extends one small arm toward him. With a burst of yoki, skin and muscle and sinew and bone separate from each other in thick bands and shoot forward, wrapping around Senji's legs, neck, torso.]
When: Forward-dated to Sunday.
Where: The ruins.
Format: Action!
What: Riful and Senji finally have some face-to-face time... and then Priscilla shows up and everything goes to hell.
Warnings: Violence. A ton of violence.
[Like any good predator, Riful knows how to stalk her prey. She knows how to sniff it out, track it down, lie in wait until it is vulnerable and the time is ripe to strike and break it apart. For example, when Priscilla has left its side for more than a moment.
Riful is patient even when annoyed beyond endurance, and bides her time until Senji is alone and exposed. He isn't afraid of her, he says, but oh, he should be. He should be. Not that Riful cares one way or another; either way, in the end, he will learn the gravity of his mistake, and he will learn it the excruciatingly difficult way.
And if that hated thing should show up, she'll take the head and tear it apart until the pieces are too small to be given proper burial, and leave the body to the other beasts who roam here. Claymore taste dreadful, after all.
No more tiptoeing around matters. Senji showed her that.
She steps from her hiding place when his back is turned, extends one small arm toward him. With a burst of yoki, skin and muscle and sinew and bone separate from each other in thick bands and shoot forward, wrapping around Senji's legs, neck, torso.]