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[Emmelin]

A night like every other even if it wasn't really night. the sun was falling behind clouds and slowly closing in on the horizon as well. Shades of pink, reds and some purple would paint the sky in an almost unfitting manner. Such beauty for a world so disgusting. This earth did not deserve the beauty of a sunset when so many defiled it with their vile ways and wrongful table manners. Simply put, Valeria was disdainful. Unimpressed, she would simply walk along the road in her normal, causal attire. A long-sleeved, red jacket with a short black skirt. A white bow, large that covered nearly the whole of her bosoms seemed frilly and girl to match her feminine face. The rounded and sweet look was one deceiving as she was a murderess. How truly unfitting for her to look as a woman with a thin and well-toned body. A wolf in sheep's skin was truly the correct statement or her. However in this world, she found herself to be an angel of sort.

The right hand of Satan in her mind, she was called the Archangel in some places. Though she had only recently joined RIOTE, it seemed she was already a valuable member. Valeria didn't mind though, Aurel was definitely an interesting person to work with. Almost like the devil himself, she didn't mind at all. Conflict hit her mind however, in the most unpleasant of ways. She had two people she was completely interested in. Aurel and her teacher, Ayden. Should she betray one or the other? Perhaps she could play both sides, but that was risky. Nevertheless, she made it into a game for now. If worse came to worse, she would most likely chose to stand by either as much as the other. The choice was not needed for now and she was good at playing her little games. When the time came, it would either be the right or wrong decision. She could make ends meet with other.

At the time, she was simply sitting upon a chair outside of a cafe. Her hand twirling a straw within the sophisticated looking glass in front of her. The place was open late and never asked questions as to why people stayed around so late. Valeria was a nocturnal person, In fact, she had just woken up only an hour ago to come and have a smoothie at the old cafe. The people seemed to like her enough that they never asked her much other than if she wanted her usual. How long had she been hanging around the country that they knew her face and name..? They had to die soon. A tinge of guilt tugged at her momentarily before she remembered she was a messenger of Satan and had no reason to feel guilty. Nighttime was when all the fun started anyways.

After taking a deep breath, her eyes would scan the area for any subjects. What victims could she play with tonight? The witch would wonder as she took a sip of the fruity drink before crossing her legs femininely and batting her eyelashes at a man who passed by. He seemed interested but kept walking. A soft laugh upon her lips. Had it been later at night, the woman would have pursued him for conversation, but right now her lust was sated by drowsiness. Few people wandered the streets and fewer sat at the fake Italian-styled restaurant. The tile floor was checkered black and white upon the patio with a sort of tent above. Around the good twenty-foot space was a black, iron gate in interesting designs. They pointed into spears and dancing around them were dark, leafy green bushes that seemed false as well. Oh how bored she was.

[Guest]

A certain temperament existed when darkness conveyed herself throughout the night. A mistress that turns the tamed streets into dangerous pathways towards the random many variables which continue to occupy the myriad that makes up Central City. It was but a twilight to which the sunlight was about to pull away its safety in the brightness of light, the safety and illusion that comes from being able to see past the darkness, as well as anonymity that comes from numbers stemming from crowds. With the sunlight shrinking, so too did the crowds leave, marking behind but a fewer than your usual Central droves that populate the streets typically, abandoning what remains of the streets for the safety of their homes.

It was the precipice upon which Nikolaus deigned to enjoy where day walkers intermingle with night walkers alike. The few times they meet before suddenly morning would shift towards evening. Finding this a soothing comparison as he would go out for these sunset strolls. He liked strolls. He was just walking about with his tunic and all, finding little to do nowadays now that his work has been handled by the Chiefs below him. Tweaking what little details happen in Central's Security, when he himself has to manage with ALL of Amestris's macro decisions in Security as opposed to the micro ones his subordinate Chiefs have to deal with.

With what has given him a liberty and great mobility to pursue his favorite past times of especially slaughtering a criminal or two, maybe destroy a drug ring here or there, Stuka decided to settle for a random and aimless patrol around Central. His domain, his very own fief second and third only to Spade Aeries and the Chancellor himself in that order. Smiling when he gripped his saber, itching to use it, make his thirsty swords quench itself in the blood of enemies, criminals and enemy forces alike his deign seeks to strike forth. But he too hungered... for too long he hasn't been preying on the many cattle and kine that seem to love prospering in their... wretched criminal hives.

They were too well hidden these days, or he has done quite a good job at rooting them out of Central.

Then it hit him. What if these days, they were just hiding and biding their time? Those Cerisians (Italian) Mafia tend to have restaurants as fronts to make money to fund some of their crime ring operations. Ah, good old strolls. Gives Nikolaus all the inspiration and time to think. And as he so happens, he sees one stereotypical looking Cerisian restaurant. Nonchalantly making his way with soft steps in his jackboots, marching onward and beyond yonder until he happened into the restaurant. Or rather the outside of it where there are seating for those that wish to enjoy the fair Central weather. He stopped in front of the gates, in full view of the patrons as well as to fathom them. Eagle-like calculating eyes sharply inspected it, a distinct patron all in all by his black uniform distinguishing him a Security officer. Something the patrons around grew wary of to see one unusually and oddly inspecting the restaurant.

[Emmelin]

The night was slowly drawing ever so closer as her day began. It seemed tonight would be a dull one, or so she thought. After all, it seemed so empty in the streets that day. Perhaps she was just bored, that was a possibility for her. When nothing was happening and she had no targets, she was bored out of her mind. For now Aurel had no missions and Ayden was always far too busy to pay attention to the demon woman. Oh well, she'd state in her own mind as she closed her eyes to take another sip of her milkshake. The soft curves of her closed lids showed only more of her peachy skin color.

Her ears picked up the sound of murmurs as a man seemed to enter the premises. Eyes like poison were glaring to look around and Valeria had to sigh. Was that a security officer? She wouldn't think so, but then again, one could never be too careful. As she eyed him up and down, she seemed to be checking him out. Of course, Valeria took no attempt in hiding this possibility. It wasn't like she cared if he thought that. A sweet smile upon her face was dipped in mischievous intent when she waved at him. "Good afternoon, sir." Her body would adjust to cross one leg over the other.

There were no real chances he'd know her off hand. Valeria hid in the shadows often with a fake name and no real home. After all, when things got bad, she simply fled to a new country. Speaking of which, she had to work on a new language in case. Nevertheless, she was focused upon her newest interaction. She didn't know this man, nor would she probably ever. Her voice would chime again, a look of a flirty manner would be set upon him. It was common for Val. "Do you require assistance?

[Guest]

He recognized some of the features as being the typical design the former Ballzini crime members tend to use. Yes, this was one of their restaurant fronts they used... yet, how was it that it was still open? Those knobknockers back at Security filing paperwork were given a DIRECT ORDER to clean up after this mess... yet once again, incompetence becomes them. This boiled his blood with infuriated scorn of his subordinates, inclining to discipline them at first light he goes back to the Security headquarters. Specially those that have taken to NOT uphold their duties... leading him to figure they might've just made deals with the Ballzini family if anything.

He was even thoughtful enough to bring an extra pair of pistol on this occasion, a standard regulation one. Mostly standard rounds, twelve in a chamber, gas involved in operation, used by Security personnel in general. Not Nikolaus's custom pistol he wore on his belt's holster. Inching his fingers towards the pistol's grip, pulling it out with his index finger playing with the trigger, just itching to pull it whilst pointed at something.

"Good afternoon, sir."

His eyes suddenly stopped fathoming the restaurant, shooting his glance towards the woman that beckons for his attention with opalescent sweet nothings. His merest gesture of generosity was but an inclination of his head acknowledging she existed in front of this place.

"Do you require assistance?"

He points the gun at the girl's brain with steady precise aligning of the iron sights towards her brain, that regulation pistol he carried. He'd call it a pee-wee shooter. Lacks the real stopping power most other side-arms have, but makes it up as Security is meant to enforce the law, not murder her citizens. Not the way Nikolaus ran things, he'd have commissioned for some larger caliber pistols. Then, he'd toss the pistol itself to the girl with merely a swing of it, releasing his grip as it unveiled itself from the air and unto Valeria.

"Certainly! You are deputized now, little girl. The safety is off the pistol, and we'll have a fun little time in this... decrepit hole of profligates inside. If I find you bickering about killing a person, I'll have you disciplined now that you're a temporary deputy under my command." He smirks gleefully, flaring up his nostril to exhale visible air, feeling just once more he'll enjoy the little things like these, "New coffins will roll! More wood needed, and every man inside are no doubt members of the Ballzini Mafia. Leaving me to assess... no collateral damage what. So. Ever."

[Emmelin]

Well her plan had worked perfectly. The woman had gained the attention of the officer with fair ease, however what followed was a situation she had not expected. His gun raised and for a moment, she would panic. The churning in her stomach began and her whole body tensed, yet her lips were still in that friendly smile. Inwardly she began to race through plans and ideas. He knew.. he knew her sins and came for too early to guide her back to Hell or worse, to be purified. Valeria wasn't about to let that happen and as her rage grew she began to debate upon pulling her scythe out. Her hesitance would have killed her quite possibly that night, yet she had never really feared death before. What was wrong with her? Perhaps she just wasn't ready to race to the hospital for a second time that week. After all, the stinging in her side had still yet to die down. Valeria liked pain, but not in the way that handicapped her body as the bullet had done.

At the time, it was hard to even swerve right without intense pains ripping through her ribcage. Blood would most likely be dripping slightly through her bandaging though she wouldn't realize it. There was more important things upon her man, like this man and his gun. A threat to her own self security, he had to be erased. As her paranoia began to get out of control, he simply threw it at her.

A bit shocked by his words, she found the man had given her a weapon. A gun. Not her weapon of choice, after all, what beauty was there in a silly bullet in the head? Where was the art? It seemed she didn't have a choice and almost regrettably, she would accept it, pressing it into her left palm while looking up at him. A soft chuckle fell from her sweet lips. A sort of arch in her brow. "My, my. The interesting man we have here! Having a random flower as myself to help you tonight. I'll try not to hinder you."

Killing was not something that bothered her. Valeria killed on a daily basis, though without her mask, she felt naked in front of the world. Bare for them to scrutinize. Such a silly worry for a woman so practiced, but even if she denied it, she was only human. Checking the gun with a curiosity, she would sigh and stand up, taking a final sip of her milkshake before tossing it into a trash bin. Her right hand would smooth out her skirt, then pull her hair out of her collar before she took a deep breath.

"At least it's a lovely night tonight." Her voice cooed sweetly before she twirled upon her heels and faced him. A friendly grin flashing before she waved at the owners and stepped towards him and stopped. "Where shall we start?" Her voice seemed a bit light as she debated on how this man wished to interact with her. Strange indeed, that he wanted her to kill. Perhaps she should be wary. The thought crossed her mind and of course her guard would be up, but not shown as then she would be suspicious. Oh how complex her life could get!

[Guest]

He pressed his fingers against his palms, sending audible cracks from it. Flexing his head side to side with more cracks sounding off. Rubbing his hand, the patrons around suddenly start dispersing as they realize something hot may go down. As in bullet hot. What Nikolaus deigned upon was merely an expression of the iron gauntlet of duty smashing face first into this cheap sore excuse for authentic Cerisian food of an establishment. Really, he disliked it merely due to how crappy they tend to taste, as opposed to authentic. That, and it is a haven of criminals. There was no doubt about it.

"My, my. The interesting man we have here! Having a random flower as myself to help you tonight. I'll try not to hinder you."

Ah, so she understood him quite perfectly without any dilly-dally banters any subordinates find themselves barking about. Quite the annoying ones they find themselves to be, often with questioning the orders, but not she. Oh no. She accepted them, piquing Nikolaus into thinking perhaps she has a soldier-like background? Is sociopathic? Or raised by a strict household? Bah, who cares, he has a job to do.

He gripped his saber sheathed within the confines of his scabbard around the belt of his hanging from his waist. Pulling it out to unveil a finely made officer cavalry-style saber. Curved. An old fashioned weapon when charging an enemy on horse was still a legitimate tactic, until the advent of firearms. It was highly reflective to a mirror-like polish. Stuka swung it around as he tested its weight, a common exercise. One can never get too used to the weight, but can become accustomed.

"At least it's a lovely night tonight."

Sun, it descends and left darkness in its wake. The street lamps start flickering, as the Security man's black mingled quite well with the pocket of darkness that surrounded him. Grinning.

"Ahhh... night, my mistress, you returns once again." He looks up to the moon, feeling its elegance upon the Earth of theirs. People often say a person is what they are when it comes to the darkness. It possessed a sort of honesty, a cloak and a dagger to which none may hold in scorn and contempt. Such was his happiness in it.

"Where shall we start?"

His head snapped down, looking at the girl in an instant. Ah right, her. He almost forgot. Losing that special moment of his, he filled his nostrils with the air of his own bloodlust. Grinning a toothy one, pointing his saber at her. Then gravitating the blade towards the door and gateway.

"That! Is where you start, Fraulein. Targets are expendable, proceed at your leisure and have fun~ I'll be back in a few moments, I have to make a rain check." He cackled in a whisper's volume. Snickering to himself. Stepping back into the darker sections, suddenly his figure darkens and disappears within the oblivion that is the shadows. A few moments later, glass breaks in the second floor from above, out of her view, screams were heard and machine gun rattled like a thunderous chorus before going silent. Suddenly lots of clicks sounded from within, as the Mafia members convening in a meeting inside readied their guns... turning their attention towards the doorway that leads to the stairs up, and their collective and vulnerable backsides facing the girl.

[Emmelin]

Well the situation was certainly an exciting one. She had to shoot people and kill them. What for? She had no clue. With this man, she had no answer. After all, she had no options according to him. She wasn't about to fight him about it, either. As he pointed his blade to her then upstairs, spoke and ran off, she was left alone in the sort of way she had no allies on said level. There was noise, screams and shooting in the air as the guards all gathered and seemed to form together. They made a line and left Valeria behind with her gun. Such a tiring night already. This required tact and planning! Of course Valeria didn't feel like doing any of that.

As they focused on shouting and running up the stairs, Valeria began to bite them off. Aiming her gun and shooting, she took cover behind one of the beams supporting the building. Her head peaking out from behind it to fire off more shots before she was empty and alone. She didn't have a reload of ammo, she was lucky there were only a few downstairs and she had a really lucky shot that day. Of course if she needed to, she had her scythe on her. A twirl and a twist and it would be out i she needed it. Of course that was if she was feeling flashy.

The men were upon the ground bleeding out and now, Valeria stood at the base floor, waiting. Her gun hidden in her jacket; empty. She had nothing to look suspicious while bystanders looked on in confusion. her face though was amused. It wasn't often she shot people with a random bloke. It wasn't anything bad of course. She didn't mind, but it was.. random. She wasn't used to the randomness. Her time spent now, was just waiting for him.

[Guest]

Shooting had suddenly caused an eerily silent restaurant, aside from the agonized groans of pain, the murmuring pleas sighed out for life, and those breathing fast grasping what semblance of living there was. At least in the case of downstairs. Stragglers were eliminated, any potential towards fleeing covered. He could tell. Oh yes he could. Distances and the gunfire meant the last shot wasn't exactly from within the restaurant, meaning she succeeded. He knew it because he can sense it. His eyes grasping through walls in concentration had felt the life that pulsates within her, had seen the aura for whatever obstacles blocked the way. He was assured in every way, and as such, continued his endeavor with a clear mind without the annoyance of having to chase down a bunch of mobsters pissing scared.

Though the shooting downstairs made Nikolaus's trek upstairs something they'd know of, at least in the remnant Ballzini mobsters. A harrowing ordeal left behind with decapitated bodies, mangled bodies, and bifurcated bodies sometimes all three of those, sometimes two of those combined, and sometimes only one of those. A hallway of white now splattered with spots of red, yet there was sometimes the clean cuts, and chunks of meat hurled about. An otherwise messy affair, it's a nice thing black does not show blood, looking nothing more than some thick stain on the clothing otherwise.

His time here was momentarily over, what transpired lurked in obscurity, with the General's blade quenched of its infernal thirst, with a single more greater life taken that of the head of this serpent of what remained of the leftover Ballzini family remnant. It left his mind to wander, as these men were well-armed, they had foreign arms, from what he investigated, it had Cretan symbolism. Cretan... high tech weaponry, made with care with a reputation for precision. Nikolaus squatted down to look at the armaments. With a phone call later to the local Security department, the door snapped ajar with the same General waltzing out in front of the smaller frame and height girl. Saber sheathed, and his gloved hands empty.

He whistled at the sight of the dead bodies with enthusiasm, they were shot down without mercy, clapping twice over this fine display of ruthlessness. "My my, something tells me this isn't the first time you killed someone, Fraulein." He smiles gleefully, "Good job! You have proven yourself an asset to Security! For a random citizen, you have done... exemplary so. Now, do you have a name? Or shall I refer to you as Fraulein? Either choices work for me!"

[Emmelin]

Beauty in the air. Blood hear and there with lives less than there were, but in their place was lives elsewhere. Brand new starts in a balance for each death that was sacrificial. Balance of the universe. It always found a way to keep the world from leaning one way or the other. It had no way to favor as it wasn't alive.. or was it? Such a deep thought that had Valeria thinking. Her new friend was not back yet, so for the time she deliberated over the gears of life. Truly it was something that she would not blueprint, but it was interesting enough to chew on.

At last she would hear movement and the eyes of the devil woman came to meet her new.. boss. At least that's what he had anointed himself. Her leader and go-to man. If only just temporarily. Her eyes would dip to look at the empty gun's position and her memory replayed the splay. What a disgusting death, there was no art in a shot to the head. Color was all around and yet Valeria could find no beauty in this scene. Perhaps the lack of knowing them left her unsatisfied. She wanted something more, for the feel of steely blade was appealing more so than a cold gunshot could ever be.

Her new friend would reappear. A low whistle causing her to look at him. he commented on how she killed with ease. Well there was that and all she could do was smile softly. Valeria did have a good hand in death. Such a thing was not foreign to her after all. Death toll over twenty for sure with her, she was unaffected by a dying screech or the way a face looked in their final seconds. The stench however was something she'd rather leave before it settled in.

He asked for her name and she would smile sweetly. "My name is, Valeria. pleasure to meet you, sir. May I inquire as to what yours is?" manners were always evident as she would half bow, her hand angled to be pressed on her stomach while her head tilted forward.

[Shula Brighton]

{BUMP}

[Guest]

Nikolaus pulled back the sleeves of his tunic, looking at his watch to express its timing. Just what was it he was supposed to do again? Oh that's right, his position is more like a pleasure cruise than anything, filled with not sense of worth but managing an entire division... despite the fact every local chiefs are doing just that with equal proficiency, which leaves him to wonder, perhaps this position of his afforded him a greater freedom than before? After all, he is free to pursue lovely trials such as these upon his own whims, his schedules finally his own, and his appearance not as needed as opposed to a biweekly proposals that are approved or disapproved. Such simple times indeed.

"My name is, Valeria. pleasure to meet you, sir. May I inquire as to what yours is?"

He pulls down his sleeves, enveloping his watch in the shroud of his clothing to once more fade into the obscurity that comes with concealment. Verily, glory may be fleeting, but obscurity is forever, contrary to how uncalled for that saying would go. Nikolaus was amused as he mentally thought it out from a simple tug of his sleeve. Complexities invite simplicity and vice-versa.

"You may not, but I'll tickle your inquiry and let you know that my name is Nikolaus Stuka. As I'd say in the infamous Dauthi way with General Black's tone, GENERAL NIKOLAUS STUKA OF CENTRAL HQ, SECURITY CHIEF DIRECTOR AND MASTER KILLER EXTRAORDINNAIRE WHO HAS SAVED AMESTRIS MANY TIMES WHILE KICKING MANY ASSES SUCH AS DRACHMA'S COLLECTIVE BACKSIDE AS WELL AS RIOTE'S." He cycles his hand in a circle after such an exaggerated volume, "And so on and so forth. Pleasure to meet you too Valerie."

He strides past her, contrary to how he should be making an audible clat of his soles clashing against the hard ground, they fell quite silently with subtler clicks against the ground despite his imposing walk and the hard ground that no doubt should have produced an audibility from any shoes. Finding himself out of the café, his nostrils flaring with the air inhaled within with a hand outstretched with an iPhone presented out. Throwing his head back to see the grandness of space, only to bring it back down to check for any typos. Sending the text message to someone over some details such as "clean up" with street details of Amestris and whatnot.

"Did you have to gamble away your life for an unknown security officer to kill a few lowly hoodlums, Valerie?" He asks loudly with a sudden grin, turning his head to look over his shoulder, "Taking huge risks for no obvious rewards, no immediate gains and no guarantee of safety. Your boldness is quite a refreshing change of pace! Good, let no odds scare you from backing down. Those who dare, win."

[Emmelin]

It seemed he was in thought. Shifting his clothes, folding up the sleeves, folding down the sleeves. He didn't know how he wanted his sleeves it seemed. His expression was hard one to read. He was indeed a very odd man with intentions she didn't know. What exactly WERE his intentions? Curiosity killed the cat, but she was no simple feline. She was a woman with her own curiosity and ability to defend herself. The lazed expression on her face showing vague amusement. She couldn't help but smile. It was such an odd situation. One that left her fighting or this.. officer. Of all people she was helping a militiant destroy criminals. So many things were twisted by her actions.

It was sickening. Maybe even the irony and hypocrisy would be enough to mingle and make even Lucifer lurch in the seat below. It wouldn't actually happen, but Val was so far out of place in that action. She was not in the right to do such a thing, but what did she care? She was never in the right to begin with. A taste of ambrosia and you were a God. Well that was not really what she meant to think mentally, but she rolled with it.

Twirling the empty gun on her finger, she let it dangle in front of him. "Your gun is empty. I'm afraid I'm a bad shot." She'd speak in a sweet style with a lady's undertone. He kept calling her Valerie. Perhaps she should be mad, but she didn't really care that much on the action. It really wasn't worth a fight with a man by a slight mispronunciation. He seemed in awe at the fact she was willy-nilly killing people for a man she just met. Indeed, she herself was surprised as well. In fact his question made her suspicious of herself.

A compliment! She liked those. Oh how Valeria loveeddd being flattered. Her eyes shone with the pleased stature in her mind. Her lips curled into a smirk as she would simply chuckled. "I'm just a wanderer.. a bit bored." She would shrug her shoulders before looking at him with her 'innocent' face. "So what were those guys in trouble for anyways? What's more, where to next?"

[Guest]

He accepted his pistol back, pulling the slide back to see there are no bullets left inside. It was completely empty and devoid of any ammunition meant for the sheer purpose of slaying another's life. All under the girl's soft rosie palms used so casually, emptied without hesitation, without even a hint of regret. What Nikolaus saw was none of that, but rather the desensitized face of a killer.

"Your gun is empty. I'm afraid I'm a bad shot."

"Don't unload without aiming, that's how you shoot a gun, like this," He points the gun at Valeria's crown, pulling the trigger several times to leave an audible click every time he pulls, "And that makes it seven counts of headshots in a second. Great calculations for an otherwise not so great ending."

With her "innocence", he gave a smile of his own back to her beaming, holstering the pistol after loading it up with a magazine. Leasing his expression into a jovial one despite the macabre scenery that comes from slaying many mobsters in the cover of night in otherwise brutal circumstances with no amount of mercy from the attackers. Ah, just another day on the job.

"I'm just a wanderer.. a bit bored." She says, "So what were those guys in trouble for anyways? What's more, where to next?"

He waltz out of the door in response to that remark, and waves a hand from behind, "Boredom to kill on my end as well. Those guys were mobsters, simple as that, and I am off to enjoy my evening with some walking around the city. I do enjoy my nightly walks so very much." He says, "Unless you enjoy breaking curfew and having to explain yourself to a security, then have fun staying there! Otherwise, feel free to join me."

[Emmelin]

"Don't unload without aiming, that's how you shoot a gun, like this," Click, click, click, click, click, click, click. A counted a whole seven death shots as his gun was pointed at her head. Had that gun not been emptied, she would have been on the ground with gray matter all over the ground. That was a gross thought, though it wasn't the first time she'd thought about it. A wild pondering she had once in a while. "And that makes it seven counts of headshots in a second. Great calculations for an otherwise not so great ending."

The gun was lowered and then swiftly hidden within its bed. The weapon just a watergun for then. After all, an empty gun was little more than a blunt object to smack someone with. How silly, the thought of beating someone down with a gun and yet it could suffice. The woman known as Valeria would muse to herself while she crossed her arms behind her back and watched her new friend begin walking away. There was a smile on his face. How amusing that was.

"Boredom to kill on my end as well. Those guys were mobsters, simple as that, and I am off to enjoy my evening with some walking around the city. I do enjoy my nightly walks so very much. Unless you enjoy breaking curfew and having to explain yourself to a security, then have fun staying there! Otherwise, feel free to join me." His words weaved a swift picture of her night should she just be by herself. Well that didn't sound fun, after all, she'd be up all night should she decline and if she was with an officer, at least she looked remotely normal.

A soft sigh and she would chuckle before dusting off her skirt and pushing her hair back as if some had been caught beneath her jacket. Her boots clicking softly with her every step. She would follow him at a kind distance before her words informed. "I have sleeping troubles. Perhaps a walk should be refreshing." Her legs leading her behind him. Such a odd day the turn had taken. She didn't feel malice towards this man, despite the fact he was an officer and as all threatened her cover. For now she was fine with that thought. It got so lonely being a late-night walker so any company could be greatly appreciated.

[Guest]

Tap tappity tap tap motherfucking tap was the way the rhythm of his feet went, beating against the floor in a strolling advancing at the sidewalk. A few cars whizzed by, modern stuff, given the advent of technology, they appeared quite fancy and futuristic. Effective electrical types as opposed to them gas guzzlers of the antiquated times. Much different cars than the ones Nikolaus was used to in buttfuck nowhere, Xing. Where instead of cars, they had carriages, and whichever contraptions a primitive society could actually produce. Great times, for an otherwise shitty country.

"I have sleeping troubles. Perhaps a walk should be refreshing."

He looked down at his hands for a brief moment, then back up, and shrugs. Does he? Or does he not? Ohhh the temptations are so strong, so very strong, so itchingly strong, he could very well do it.

"Maybe I should give you the trauma treatment for good measures." He mumbles softly in a sporadic jovial tone, smiling and cackling to himself in light of his own humor, as he walked around aimlessly on the streets with no directions... what fun. Peeshaw. It was a length long walk that bored Nikolaus to tears, except without the tears. The emptiness, the darkness, with nothing to stalk someone by. IRRITATING.

"Well, where is your home? That's all those douchebags to kill today, and frankly I think the night is calm... not a chaos tempest. Not my style."

Tap tappity tap tap tap goes the sound of his fingers against the saber's pommel. Calcium grinded from the edge of his teeth, rowing his jaws left and right. Thoughts mingled about, spiraled, plummeted and roved about like a dying seagull of doom. He look around, his eyes that can read life itself peels for any disturbance of the pulse. Or rather a collection of it. Kicking his feet for a larger waltz.

"But that was fun, I just enjoyed driving my saber into the flesh of my enemy, the squeals they made for their mothers or whatever it is they call out for when they die..." He rotates his hand, "It was just a beautiful pitch, a lullaby to my ears. And one day, I'll hear your squeals for mercy... oops, did I say that out loud? I meant I'd like to see you bake me pie one day. Tonight would be nice."

[Emmelin]

Valeria would stalk behind the man. her footsteps making light noises as well of the tapping. Her boots hitting the ground in an even pattern while her hands rested at her sides. Her outfit moved with every one of her actions as well. The sweet taste of air on her lips and an unheard sentence on her ears. Well, she'd heard something but what exactly it was.. she couldn't decipher. It would earn a firm sort of look. What had he said? She became paranoid, but tried to control it. She disliked when she became paranoid.

"Well, where is your home? That's all those douchebags to kill today, and frankly I think the night is calm... not a chaos tempest. Not my style." Chaos was indeed an enjoyable thing. Val rather adored causing chaos. Cut off their heads and watch them run around like confused chickens a while. Her mind would think on that a while before chuckling inwardly at the very pleasant thrill that shot through her that moment.

A moment of silence while she would then remember he asked a question. Oh right.. home. "I'm staying at a hotel. Kind of visiting family." Okay that was a lie. Her family was dead but she was staying at a hotel. So in that sense it was a partial lie, but also partially true. Oh she should probably give directions. Her hand would raise and she pointed in a direction she ASSUMED was the right way. She never was really that good with directions. Yet her lips were still showing an amusement.

"But that was fun, I just enjoyed driving my saber into the flesh of my enemy, the squeals they made for their mothers or whatever it is they call out for when they die..."It was just a beautiful pitch, a lullaby to my ears. And one day, I'll hear your squeals for mercy... oops, did I say that out loud? I meant I'd like to see you bake me pie one day. Tonight would be nice." In between there was an odd gesture and a smooth delivery. It was as if this were causal conversing. She then blinked at the second half and attempted to absorb it.

"A pie...? Make a pie for you?" The question was foreign. She wasn't sure how to react to that. She made food, yes, but she'd never cooked for anyone else. "I suppose if you want." She would nod as she rubbed her chin. It had been a while since she made a pie.

[Shula Brighton]

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