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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A day in the life. )
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[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?]
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[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.
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[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.
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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...
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[She's quiet, and seems to be paying very little attention to her surroundings.]
[Say hello?]
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[...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.
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[He laughs a little.] I prefer junk food.
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[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?]
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[At the same time, he got now that one pretty much had to behave as if they had a purpose ( ... )
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[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.
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[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...]
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