[Dream 005]
Who: Kouzuki Kallen and Rolo Lamperouge, with a certain witchy spectator.
Where: A lone, snowy warehouse in the industrial district.
When: THIS IS ACTUALLY SUNDAY OKAY
Style: 1st, set in 3rd
Status: Closed.
Snow crunched beneath Kallen's boots, and she wished the skies had remained clear long enough for her and Rolo to get this over with. No such luck, and she'd just have to rely on her skills, and a pair of guns with plenty of extra clips, to get her through this.
The redhead had expected this to come down to a fight, almost certainly to the death. She didn't want to kill Rolo, and had told C.C. (who was likely to be lurking around somewhere) as much. It wasn't so much because she was against killing, because certainly she had no compunctions with that if it were necessary, but...
All the same, she crept towards the warehouse she'd staked out yesterday after Rolo had named that as their place to "talk," keeping her ears sharp for anyone other than herself. With his Geass, it'd be too late if she merely reacted to him.
Where: A lone, snowy warehouse in the industrial district.
When: THIS IS ACTUALLY SUNDAY OKAY
Style: 1st, set in 3rd
Status: Closed.
Snow crunched beneath Kallen's boots, and she wished the skies had remained clear long enough for her and Rolo to get this over with. No such luck, and she'd just have to rely on her skills, and a pair of guns with plenty of extra clips, to get her through this.
The redhead had expected this to come down to a fight, almost certainly to the death. She didn't want to kill Rolo, and had told C.C. (who was likely to be lurking around somewhere) as much. It wasn't so much because she was against killing, because certainly she had no compunctions with that if it were necessary, but...
All the same, she crept towards the warehouse she'd staked out yesterday after Rolo had named that as their place to "talk," keeping her ears sharp for anyone other than herself. With his Geass, it'd be too late if she merely reacted to him.