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[callunaelectra]

Who: Alessa Cheryl "Heather" Mason, open!
When: Sunday, June 20, Darkness hours
Where: An abandoned playground; can change if you'd prefer
Summary: While the monsters run about, one creature of the Darkness prefers her PSP.
Warnings: Heather looks creepy? Plus product placement.

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[riddlemered]

It hasn't been just the events and acquaintances Battler remembers since coming back to Siren's Port, but promises, too, and he remembers having signed up for the Night Watch volunteer guard thing before he was shipped back to Rokkenjima for whatever reason. Besides, to be honest, he kinda likes going out at night. Aside from the decaying scenery and creepy-crawlies with nasty dispositions, Battler finds it to be a little calming, different from the every day hustle and bustle as the entire population tried to get their daily business done before the evening sirens

sorry for failtag - multitasking like crazy right now

[callunaelectra]

"Hello?"

The sudden light shines brightly, even if it's not directed at her, and Cheryl can't help the slight hiss that escapes her lips. bright bright bright-

But she grabs her thought processes back without too much problem, throwing up a hand to shield her eyes. With that trivial inconvenience taken care of, Cheryl moves on to more pressing matters: namely, finding who the intruder is and running if necessary. She's off the swing in a flash, setting off at an awkward sprint (dead flesh and a skirt really don't make for good exercise wear) towards the nearest tree.

She rests against the trunk, searching through her pockets until her knife's familiar weight rests in her hand. Without a hesitation, she clicks the blade out, quickly moving to saw at the stitches in her mouth.

This'll be much simpler to talk her way out of if she can actually talk, after all.

[madeinoblivion]

The darkness is a thing of almost-comfortable familiarity. It demands his full attention, keeps him on his toes, but after his shift at 24 and the throb of the bass still pounding a restless heartbeat against his eardrums, he needs something to push off the excess adrenaline

[callunaelectra]

Cheryl is, in fact, nothing if not caught up at the moment. While 'Joe' is busy sneaking around, she's perfectly content whiling away the time on a modded PSP.

At the moment, she is playing Some Generic Fantasy game; the quiet-yet-audible sounds of swords clashing and heros/heroines grunting makes its way across the clearing, somehow managing to avoid catching the other monsters' interests. A particularly intense section suddenly seems to frustrate her; she throws up one hand, yelling as best as she can through stitched lips at the game before going back to playing peaceably.

She is, as is perfectly evident to any onlookers, completely unaware of any threat in her surroundings at the moment.

[madeinoblivion]

He watches her for several moments, listening, long enough to hear the tiny indistinct blips of electronic sounds.

At first it looks like too normal-looking of a girl to be mutation, although he can see her mouth's all covered in marks. Not really quite as messed up as some of the other the mutation...but he's not sure if he wants to just hack this one up right away.

...This monster can use something like an NV, after all.

If Riku was telling the truth, and he'd been a monster in the darkness before, after being attacked...

Maybe this was a just-murdered victim, or something.

He draws Soul Eater out and keeps it ready at his side, but settles the weight of one foot on the roundabout, letting the old rusted playground equipment give a wrenching creak.

[callunaelectra]

The creak doesn't immediately set Cheryl on edge, although it certainly catches her attention. She turns at an almost leisurely pace, checking her surroundings before letting her eyes alight on the sound's originator.

Riku? is the third thought to go through the girl's head. However, the first is human, the second is sword, and there's a significant delay in which there's no room for thoughts. Before the resemblance even has time to cross through her head, the black-haired being surges out of the swing, shoving the still running PSP into a side pocket before taking off at a sprint towards the nearest tree. After all, some cover is better than no cover, right