[Closed] I can't decide....

[vectornake]

Who: Medusa Gorgon and Death the Kid.
Where: On the edge of the village and first district.
Style: Most likely prose. (I tend to default to that.)
Status: Closed.

Comments

[soulsymmetrical]

December and the new year had passed by without much incident, much to the young death god's relief. November had been bad enough, and they certainly didn't need more chaos to add to it. However, it was the beginning January, a month that should the pattern hold prove to be problematic later on.

There was also the fact that this was around the time that new arrivals would start showing up. This would be the reason why Kid was taking a break and currently out and about walking through the streets. His Soul Perception was activated, though it was mostly in case he could pick up either familiar or powerful new souls that he would have to be aware.

Of course there was one soul he would never be able to detect unless she slipped up, which is why Kid never noticed the fact that a certain witch had entered Somarium. He also would fail to notice her because of his biggest weaknesses

[vectornake]

It was going to prove to be an utter problem for both of them-even if such was not intended. Though she had sealed herself under Soul Protect soon after her arrival, it didn't mean she would be blind. Medusa could see as perfectly well as the next person

[soulsymmetrical]

A diabolical plan indeed. And it certainly catches his attention.

"Hey! What do you think you're doi..."

When he looked at the culprit, however, he could only pause. He couldn't see the woman's face due to the lowered hood, but there was something both strikingly familiar and different. He wasn't on guard quite yet, but there was something nagging at him. Mostly because of the heinous crime that had just been committed.

"If you are not going to pay for those, then I highly request you to put them back just as you found them," he finally said, keeping his tone even. Of course he would most likely fix them again anyway, but getting them back was the first part.

[vectornake]

"Highly request? I haven't heard that phrase in a long time." She juggled the items in her hand, smiling under her hood. He still hadn't changed from the last time they had seen one another-and here she had been so hoping from his supposed capture that he'd changed for the better.

Or driven insane. That would have been nice too.

Without a word, she flipped her hood back, the smirk still painted on her face. No Thompson sisters around. The worse he would be able to do would be physical combat, and she could survive that.

"Hello, little Death. It's been a long time."