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Highway 13
YOLF:
Justice
The rider finished pulling himself up behind Suerte, and his quick gaze trailed with unease over the pitiful child. He focused on the other person with them, supporting the spidery man's wounded body against his shoulder.
"What for? Don't go croaking on me yet." He said, staring back at the road ahead, ears peeled.
MissingMandible:
Mothra (Acting as Lora):
Pit Pat Pit Pat
Water dripped from Lora's hair onto the carved-up bench. The broad windows to her right sported a view of the highway, allowing one to see the fast-moving head- and tail-lights. Yet her eyes were drawn down to the artifact in her hand. The teenager can sense the souls trapped within, but they were just vague shapes - much like someone you only know in a distant memory. There's no telling if Joshua was in there, or if he was a twisted puppet like Clara.
The only way to know for sure is if she finds Eru.
A name, a face - one would expect that to be enough to find someone. But the city was vast and multi-layered, each district a miniature mock-up of a nation with its own rules, laws, and distinctive character. It wasn't so much as trying to find a needle in a haystack as trying to find a needle in a needlestack...
Lora rubbed her eyes. The day has taken its toll on her, and she was feeling it. She just left the body there in the alley. Another bout of revulsion shook her body. She killed someone, and had nothing to show for it.
SINIB:
--- Quote from: MissingMandible on November 12, 2019, 04:32:13 AM ---Mothra (Acting as Lora):
Pit Pat Pit Pat
Water dripped from Lora's hair onto the carved-up bench. The broad windows to her right sported a view of the highway, allowing one to see the fast-moving head- and tail-lights. Yet her eyes were drawn down to the artifact in her hand. The teenager can sense the souls trapped within, but they were just vague shapes - much like someone you only know in a distant memory. There's no telling if Joshua was in there, or if he was a twisted puppet like Clara.
The only way to know for sure is if she finds Eru.
A name, a face - one would expect that to be enough to find someone. But the city was vast and multi-layered, each district a miniature mock-up of a nation with its own rules, laws, and distinctive character. It wasn't so much as trying to find a needle in a haystack as trying to find a needle in a needlestack...
Lora rubbed her eyes. The day has taken its toll on her, and she was feeling it. She just left the body there in the alley. Another bout of revulsion shook her body. She killed someone, and had nothing to show for it.
--- End quote ---
Thorra
Thorra wasn't picky. She walked up to a vending machine and gave it a solid whack, sending a surge of electricity through it and causing it to release a torrent of delicious snacks, and only slightly cracking the glass and leaving a small dent on the side.
"Hmmnnnn..." She muttered, crouching down and pulling out bag after bag of chips and pretzels. She turned her head, staring at the tiny distraught girl sitting upon a bench near her.
She looks like she's seen some stuff. She thought idly, walking over to the bench and plopping herself down. She hang herself from her finger, swinging herself back and forth, and then offered the girl a bag of chips.
"So, what's your deal? Why are you hanging around such a dilapidated, terrible part of this city, little girl?"
yinsukin:
Suerte
Suerte pressed the girl against her breasts. It always made her feel better when she was upset about something. "Just cry it out. The pain will never really go away, but if you let it out, you can start learning to live with it."
With Justice on board the cute horse, Suerte steered punishment around, intent on pursueing the sniper. Now that she had a very vague idea of what she was looking for, she was sure she would "get lucky" and find him fairly easily. It was all about letting fate guide them.
MissingMandible:
--- Quote from: Sinib on November 12, 2019, 05:25:50 AM ---Thorra
Thorra wasn't picky. She walked up to a vending machine and gave it a solid whack, sending a surge of electricity through it and causing it to release a torrent of delicious snacks, and only slightly cracking the glass and leaving a small dent on the side.
"Hmmnnnn..." She muttered, crouching down and pulling out bag after bag of chips and pretzels. She turned her head, staring at the tiny distraught girl sitting upon a bench near her.
She looks like she's seen some stuff. She thought idly, walking over to the bench and plopping herself down. She hang herself from her finger, swinging herself back and forth, and then offered the girl a bag of chips.
"So, what's your deal? Why are you hanging around such a dilapidated, terrible part of this city, little girl?"
--- End quote ---
Mothra:
Mothra was so caught up in her little world that she didn't noticed she had company until a bag of chips plopped right down in front of her. "Gyah!" she squeaked, nearly dropping the artifact she was boring her eyes into just moments before onto the floor. The moment she laid eyes on her new companion, the teenager's face turned a deep shade of red, right up to her ears. This blonde woman was wearing a cape and practically nothing else. Was she a...lady of the night?
"So, what's your deal? Why are you hanging around such a dilapidated, terrible part of this city, little girl?" the stranger asked.
"I am...uh..." The blonde sure was pretty, Mothra had to look away to refocus, "I am looking for someone."
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