[...OPEN]

[yetsleeping]

Who: Priscilla (honorablesecond) and... whooooever.
When: Thursday!
Where: ALL OVER THE PLACE. S-see below.
Format: You choose, I'll go with it.
What: Priscilla goes around the city, keeping busy. Maybe she'll meet some people along the way?
Warnings: None so far! Will update if necessary.

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Bedroom!

[yetsleeping]

[Priscilla is holed up in her bedroom, working at her desk. The decor is minimalist - she doesn't own much. But there are a few scattered items that probably belonged to Senji: a coat, shoes, a punching bag.]

[Next to her, there are two small plastic figurines of birds - one chicken, one toucan. Her cat is asleep on the bed. Her uniform hangs from a rack in the corner - her sword is leaning against a wall.]

[The room contains a plush area rug.]

[Say hello?]

Bedroom!

[lenalee_lee]

[It was never a question of if Lenalee would come, but when. She debated on it, torn between the idea that Priscilla needed some time to herself and the belief that she needed her friends Now more than ever.]

[Truth be told, Lenalee needs her a little too.]

[She pauses outside of her door, shifting the brown paper bag from one arm to the other before knocking gently.]

Priscilla? It's Lenalee.

[yetsleeping]

[She probably should have heard the footsteps outside her door - in theory, she should pay attention at all times, especially now. She knows that.]

[But she still yelps a little at the knock, despite its softness.]

Oh!

[Lenalee. She recognizes the voice. Priscilla presses her lips together a little, disquieted by the sudden reminder of Arthur, but she pushes it aside.]

Lenalee? Come in.

[lenalee_lee]

[There is a smile on her lips from the moment Lenalee steps through the door. But it doesn't quite reach her eyes -- red eyes, betraying eyes.]

I brought some noodles. They smell good, don't they?

[She places the bag down on the table before turning to face Priscilla again.]

I hope you're not too busy...

Market!

[yetsleeping]

[Priscilla is in the fruit section, currently looking over apples and strawberries. The area is a little crowded, and she's dressed like a native, and wearing a cloak, a wooden basket hanging over her arm as she chooses her purchases.]

[She's quiet, and seems to be paying very little attention to her surroundings.]

[Say hello?]

Market!

[fierycourage]

[Juudai is also standing near the fruit when he sees a girl near him. He decides to try talking to her.] The apples look pretty good, don't they?

[yetsleeping]

[...that probably shouldn't have made her jump a little.]

[...but it did.]

Oh! Um. Yes.

I feel very much in the mood for fruit today. It's a little weird since I normally don't eat much. But--

[Wait, why is she telling him this? He doesn't know her, so why would he care? She gets a little red in the face.]

...yes, they do.

[fierycourage]

[He smiles at her in response.] You know, I was too! I actually don't eat it much either.

[He laughs a little.] I prefer junk food.

Ruins!

[yetsleeping]

[Priscilla is in the ruins, surrounded by thin mist. She isn't in her uniform, but is instead in native clothes. They're a little bloodstained, as is her sword, probably from killing the various monsters that litter the path from the hunting grounds to where she is at the moment.]

[Nearby, there is a broken down house, a patch of trees and bushes growing through the broken floor and peaking through the gutted windows.]

[Nearby, she's left a bag of fruit.]

[Say hello?]

Runic ruination

[samianscar]

[Seemed like he was here for the long haul. So far no one had popped up to try and talk him into believing there was any codswalloping purpose to it. Just as well. He didn't believe that sort of thing even when he was kind of believing it. Blind peer pressure, that.]

[At the same time, he got now that one pretty much had to behave as if they had a purpose

\o/ :D

[yetsleeping]

[She can hear those footsteps coming, light and only two - probably a person. Not another monster. In truth, she's not entirely sure whether to be grateful for that; even now, her blood is pumping and she wants to cut something to shreds.]

[You could call it a mood problem.]

[Still, she remains motionless until he steps into view, and turns her silver-eyed gaze on the new arrival - a pale man, with pale hair like hers (not quite like hers, not exactly, but close enough). Pale and... short. And he himself is slim, wiry and unfamiliar to her.]

[Which just proves she's been too out of touch. She nods a little.]

Um. I'm okay!

[Not quite true, but close enough for his purposes. She's not going to cut him in half or anything, after all. In fact, she turns her sword down and drives it through the nearest boulder, just to make that point.]

You see? I won't... hack or anything like that.

[...]

Unless you're werewolf.

>^•^<

[samianscar]

[raises scarred eyebrow at this display. Hyeah-Relatively human... if that.] Not a wolf. Even if I were, guessing you're not exactly Little Red. [nods to-] Nice move with Excalibur, there.

[Trying hard to suss her smell, but only the human is standing out against the mist and dead monsters. Meaning the "relative" part of her is blending in with the background. Meaning she's also part monster...?]

[...Of course, who isn't...]