My muse shows up at your muses doorstep in the middle of the night. Without saying a thing, they collapse into your muse's arms. Put your muse's reaction in my ask box.
"True, but I also don't need some crazy old lady chasing us down the street waving her walker around because she doesn't like the music. Trust me, it's not fun to get hit by a metal walker--that lady was damn strong."
"Yeah, but for the time being the Seattle PD has a lot more to worry about than some crazy kids blasting out tunes in the afternoon, which, if I may add, is totally acceptable.”
[ Terribly sorry for my inactivity lately. I've been suffering a skull splitting migraine since last monday and haven't had time to be here due to either passing out once home or staying stuck at work and then passing out once home. I will try to get to what I can tonight and if you want you can pester me to reply to yours tonight if you really want it or even another thread. Do whatever you want just keep in mind that I'll be slow for the next few days or until this migraine leaves. ]
The blonde woman stopped on the sidewalk for a moment to look back at where the shout came from, seeing a woman picking up speed to get to her. Raising her brow, Aneira pointed to herself with a confused look,"Me?"
psa: if you ever have any questions about my character, you are always welcome to ask them. i encourage asking questions for it also helps me develop my character further or help explain something unclear.
Aneira stayed frozen in place, keeping her eyes on the neon graffiti as she felt her blood race. Her failure to watch her mouth put her in an awkward spot that she wasn't to happy with. She wanted to run back to where she came from, but running would be too obvious. She didn't know this woman or who she was or maybe even who she worked for if anyone. She could be with the D.U.P. for all that mattered.
The blonde finally made some movement, shifting her feet as if to show her uncomfortable predicament. Facing the woman again, Aneira looked up at her with eyes of uncertainty,"Uh," her hesitation as well as the following lack of speech probably gave her away or made her look dumb. Yet without another word, Aneira removed her hands from her coat pockets, a small swirl of white circling her hands in what looked like a light snow flurry,"Does this look like a good answer?" It was a poor decision on her part as well as a bold one, one that would result in a very stern and very angry scolding from her brother, but it was only her and the other in a discrete area, away from the eyes of many. She had a 50/50 chance of escaping or fighting in this situation.
Fetch raised an eyebrow, Conduit was a word that hardly left anyone’s mouth. She was pretty sure that there were even Conduits that referred to themselves as bio-terrorist even when they were alone. “Suprised, y’know not a lot of people even know that Conduit is a term for, well,” She shrugged, saying her or them just felt wrong. Two completely different reasons but none the less.
This was probably going to turn out as a stand off. For all the they knew, the other could easily be one of those undercover D.U.P.s. “So, what’s your reasoning? You one of them sympathizers or an actual Conduit?” A bold question, and one that had plenty of room to lie. Off chance she came out and said she was a Conduit. Maybe then Fetch would take credit for her work but this was never something that could be forced out of someone. Well, unless they had all the equipment to force it out.
Aneira gave a return nod, her whole body seeming to move along as her knees bent slightly before straightening out again. While it was a small move she had seen people do when standing with their friends, Aneira was really making sure to be ready to run if she needed. She hadn't been near someone for this amount of time before and the growing amount of awkward and nervousness she felt was adding up by the seconds.
"Ah, well I'm sure they're just late maybe?" she didn't want to continue the conversation, but she felt that it was only natural to do so. She only had to watch her words. One wrong slip and she'd be know. Can't have that happen again. "It is early after all. I'd rather be asleep still as this hour than up, but I like to get my food early at the same time."
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"Taking the bus to get some breakfast." He nodded then lets out a deep sigh seeing his own breath. Damn, it was cold. Growing even more curious, he glanced over and sees her hands in her pockets. She wasn’t showing any signs reacting to the weather at all. Strange. In fact, it was interesting.
'Yeah, I'm just waiting on someone…” He really was. The person who he was supposed to meet should be here by now, but nope. The asshole was taking his sweet time.