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[yetsleeping]

Who: Priscilla (yetsleeping) and Rigaldo (silvereyedlion)
When: 3/15, nighttime
Where: In the ruins.
Format: Action
What: Priscilla is in the ruins the clear her head. Rigaldo is in the ruins because he's a creeper. Signal: Run-in.
Warnings: THERE'S NO CAR DX

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[silvereyedlion]

[It was the trail he was following, purely out of curiosity. Dead things sprawled here and there, expertly sliced open with what must have been a long blade. Yes, he recognizes those wounds, but where, where was the source?]

[There's nothing to be felt out here, except weak, distant things. All there is is the gory trail, and the overwhelming smell of blood and decay that makes his stomach twist, and not entirely with disgust.]

[Once he finally finds her, however, that's precisely what he feels. Priscilla. An unnatural creature, made even more so by the quirks of this place.]

[Well. He can't rightly leave now, but he doesn't exactly approach, either.]

[yetsleeping]

[Priscilla raises her blade, and flicks the blood from its surface. At her feet - another dead creature, now nothing more than a mess of blood and fur. She wipes the bit of blood remaining on the monster's fur.

[...perhaps he can't feel her, but she can certainly feel him.]

[Not that it's at all evident, at first. She presses her lips together - her only acknowledgment of his presence, and stands upright again. The moonlight filters through the mist behind her, turns her hair to silver, like her eyes, and the armor pieces on her shoulders.]

You must be Rigaldo.

[Her voice is soft, and clear, and young. Younger, maybe, than her 17 years.]

[She doesn't sheathe her sword.]

[silvereyedlion]

[His only movement is to curl his fingers a little at his sides as he glances over her, in person for the first time. Here, anyway. This was what she looked like before Isley found her, before her awakening. All those secrets that she'd kept locked up from them, just standing there. She looks tiny and pale and in possession of her mind for once.]

[The sword, he eyes only in passing. It's dangerous of course, as any sword would be, but it isn't at all what he's concerned about. Not with her.]

[To her statement he lifts his chin slightly in affirmation, and that's all.]

You've been busy, Priscilla.

[yetsleeping]

A little.

[Not really. In truth, it had only taken as long as it had to get through the creatures because she wanted to burn off time. In fact...]

Playing with opponents is good practice. And besides, it extends the experience.

[She tosses her head back, stretches her neck and shoulders. Tension, so much tension, these days. All the time, she keeps her senses open, tracking Rigaldo, "watching" him for any notable movements.]

What are you doing here? Did Isley send you to stalk me?