Who:
vinovidivici and
stoicloyalty (we can work on your moniker later, honey)
When: 17/8 19:35 on the dot
Where: The Docks, Sectors 11/8
Summary: Hunting either a brand of paper towel or a chocolate bar with coconut filling. One that can see two minutes into the future.
Warnings: None so far, believe it or not. Possibly mild violence.
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Réalisant mon espoir, je me lance vers la gloire. OK! )
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“Er.” Delive almost walked on but Claire had caught his eye. It would be less conspicuous to respond than to walk on and break an unspoken social norm. He glanced at his watch, delivering his answer even as he turned away and carried on down his path. “Seven thirty-five.”
“Oh, hell, I’m late”, Claire jogged to catch up to him. “I’m supposed to meet someone at Grant Stadium by eight. You know it?”
He caught the slight grimace in Delive’s profile as he realised they were walking in the same direction. His tone was overly polite, encouraging: “You could make it if you run.”
“Nah, they won’t mind waitin’. Rather take in the sea air, you know?” That got a full-on look of incredulity from Delive, who stood closest to the grimy, oil-soaked docks. At least he was paying attention.
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The earthquake had actually aided them in one respect: it was one definite point of common ground Claire could use to keep the conversation going. Even Delive was warming to the point.
"That's unlucky, but it's not quite the same as having Darkness creatures trying to get in through your broken window. I was fine, but a guy in my building was a little too slow, the next morning all they found was a hand and his two, empty shoes."
His storytelling needed some finesse, Claire thought. Bit clichéd; and he probably ought to have warned his neighbour about the oncoming monsters. Fortunately they had just passed a graffiti'd-over AGI logo which meant the agreed point was coming up; he scanned the warehouses ahead, smiling as he imagined he ( ... )
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