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tampered2008-02-21 04:59 am
theotokos.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2008-02-21 04:59 am
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When; Durr. Probably February 20th
Rating; PG for posterity's sake, since I'm sure these two have mouths on them.
Characters; Lady (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quamserena) and Nero (rev_it_up)
Summary; Consider her many offers for food successful?
Log;
She'd be used to his presence filtering from the City by now, off and on. He seemed like the type not to be bounded in place, always did what he pleased. That was fairly normal and by now the girl would just reason it was for the better. Hell, she was damn near obsessing over the concept that the other demon hunter, her partner in crime for lack of better words, was at home, fulfilling his promise. It was a fluctuating series of events in this building now, with all that had happened to Meryl and the rest of her lot, Lady had kept herself preoccupied with the loudest company she'd been around.
It was a way of focusing on other things, when she hadn't have stormed back underground, slinging Kalina Ann over her shoulders and blowing the fucking vermin into hell, so much that her ears would be ringing the time she came out. Besides, there was no point in lamenting on it further. While Meryl would be in the better hands of Vash, it gave her a better opportunity for that matter to brush up on her weapons. Clean them out. Frequently. So she was a bit of a clean freak, when it came down to it.
Evidently she felt confident enough to leave some of her weapons sprawled out on the coffee table, not even finished with reassembling the damn things as of yet, crudely shoving a metallic case preserving more of her ammo underneath the said table with a bare foot. For now, she was going to keep that out.
After all, Lady loved to pride herself on keeping her guns in perfect functioning order and the cleaning was needed ever so desperately.
Rating; PG for posterity's sake, since I'm sure these two have mouths on them.
Characters; Lady (
quamserena) and Nero (rev_it_up)Summary; Consider her many offers for food successful?
Log;
She'd be used to his presence filtering from the City by now, off and on. He seemed like the type not to be bounded in place, always did what he pleased. That was fairly normal and by now the girl would just reason it was for the better. Hell, she was damn near obsessing over the concept that the other demon hunter, her partner in crime for lack of better words, was at home, fulfilling his promise. It was a fluctuating series of events in this building now, with all that had happened to Meryl and the rest of her lot, Lady had kept herself preoccupied with the loudest company she'd been around.
It was a way of focusing on other things, when she hadn't have stormed back underground, slinging Kalina Ann over her shoulders and blowing the fucking vermin into hell, so much that her ears would be ringing the time she came out. Besides, there was no point in lamenting on it further. While Meryl would be in the better hands of Vash, it gave her a better opportunity for that matter to brush up on her weapons. Clean them out. Frequently. So she was a bit of a clean freak, when it came down to it.
Evidently she felt confident enough to leave some of her weapons sprawled out on the coffee table, not even finished with reassembling the damn things as of yet, crudely shoving a metallic case preserving more of her ammo underneath the said table with a bare foot. For now, she was going to keep that out.
After all, Lady loved to pride herself on keeping her guns in perfect functioning order and the cleaning was needed ever so desperately.