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MissingMandible:
--- Quote from: Sinib on August 21, 2019, 06:39:01 PM ---Eruraviel?
The girl stared at Lora for a moment before silently handing her back the phone. "Have a good day."
The girl quickly began walking again at a brisk pace, faster than a human could and turned the corner, clearly attempting to get away. Or to lure Lora somewhere.
--- End quote ---
Mothra (as Lora):
While the strange woman walked away, Lora turned and went in the opposite direction. At least, until she came across an alleyway. Quickly ducking in, she took stock of the environment - coast is clear! Insectoid wings emerged from her back, folding around her form until her body was obscured. A moment passed, then her wings shot wide open in a blinding flash of light! Mothra's Kaiju Form, her true form, came into being.
The Mahou Kaiju shot straight up into the air, only to swiftly turn ninety degrees, hugging the rooftop of the building. She was heading the same direction she last saw the mystery woman heading, trying her best to fly out sight. It wasn't long until she relocated her target - Mothra immediately slowed down to match her pace, staying up and behind her using the very rooftops to hide.
SINIB:
Eruraviel
The woman ran away, fast. She sprinted between the alleys, keeping herself aware of anybody following her. It was only after five minutes did she seem to relax her guard, leaning against the wall. She let her hood down, revealing long silvery hair flowing down her back.
"The mistress would have my hide if I got caught." She muttered to herself, slamming her fist into a wall. It shattered with the impact, dust and rubble raining down on top of her.
"O-oops."
YOLF:
Justice
"Would be easier if someone was willing to form sentences," he rumbled to Suerte, eyeing the door that closed behind them for a moment. "But we'll figure it out."
It was a scene of intentional, supernatural carnage. He's seen a million of them in his lifetime, but the ones he remembered were all unique, and so was this one. The rider crouched by the wet, suspect floor, then by the corpses, by the crater in the wall, surveying the scars of murderous intent around them and every way things could flow in and out of the room. His senses were sharpened by experience and millennia-old knowledge of weaponry and destruction - not in another thousand years would he fail to identify the way in which a body had been thrashed so long as long as something resembling conventional tools had been used.
But while he ran over these thing more by instinct than intent, his thoughts turned to the oddities of the crime. It was a message, or a declaration, for there was no way such a flagrant scene could remain so perfectly whole even now. Someone had really gone out of their way to make art out of what might have been a simple hit.
He appreciated poetic retribution, but the aesthetic that seeed to be used here was lost on him. Justice instead looked to Suerte and the glint that seemed either like confusion or recognition in her eye.
"What do you make of these two?"
yinsukin:
Suerte
Suerte giggled at his comment, placing a hand over her lips. Her hands gathered behind her back, pushing her chest forward. Turning her head away, she said, "Well... these two worked for someone I was having a job interview for."
She folded her arms, detaching from Justice's arm. Unless she takes it back, Justice should be luckier for a few hours. However, that does leave her a little more valnurable if they get seperated or if something particularly catastrophic occurs. "They were a little touchy but they didn't deserve all that."
That is what she said, but in truth she felt a deep catharsis at having them die right after rejecting her. Especially considering she might have been able to prevent this.
MissingMandible:
--- Quote from: Sinib on August 27, 2019, 01:50:10 AM ---Eruraviel
The woman ran away, fast. She sprinted between the alleys, keeping herself aware of anybody following her. It was only after five minutes did she seem to relax her guard, leaning against the wall. She let her hood down, revealing long silvery hair flowing down her back.
"The mistress would have my hide if I got caught." She muttered to herself, slamming her fist into a wall. It shattered with the impact, dust and rubble raining down on top of her.
"O-oops."
--- End quote ---
Mothra:
"Mistress, huh?" Mothra thought, peering over the edge of the rooftop.
Her body shook when the woman down below smacked the building. It might have just been years of neglect eroding the foundation of the structure...but why take the chance when alternate paths are available? Itnstead of swooping down to demand answers at scythe-point, the mahou kaiju instead reached out with her mind. Within a moment, a mental connection was created - it's a violation of another person's privacy, sure, but there is probable cause as far as she was concerned.
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