tampered | (no subject)

When; Wednesday, April 20th
Rating; PG-13 to be on the safe side
Characters; Saya Wallace [

byweavinglives] and Chrome Dokuro [

ragazz0dinebbia]
Summary; Saya's been watching this person in the Warehouse. Now it's time to meet face-to-face.
Log;

Brown Recluse is largely a misnomer. Most brown recluse spiders are often found in close quarters with other brown recluse spiders, so it's not crowds that bother Saya. She's largely unbothered by close quarters - New York City would have altogether unbearable otherwise. However, it's the ananasa part that makes Saya sensitive to people, because people have brains that they think that they can use.

Saya knows better.

This person who's taken up residence in the Warehouse without so much as a hello, for instance. Of course Rosella could have brought in someone, but she didn't bring in this someone. This someone came in and set up by herself. This person didn't seem to notice the security cameras that were watching her.

And the person watching the security cameras. Saya's been a busy girl recently, and finally, today, she has time to deal with this. She's waiting in the room that this girl has been using. She's a spider. She can wait a long time.

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It was the most natural thing in the world for Chrome to do: She came to the city via the warehouse, so she supposed she can stay in the warehouse. It bore some similarity to the room that she, Ken and Chikusa occupied at the abandoned Kokuyo building. And she did not feel comfortable intruding on Haru, though the girl was on the verge of inviting Chrome to stay with her. In the end it just didn't come up. (as she fervently wished it)

So she burrowed in and made it her (temporary) home.

But now Mukuro has arrived. And that they were going to live together in the City. Living with Mukuro-sama... he has been in her head for the longest time, how different will it be from physically being with him? A slight blush colored her cheeks as she made her way back to the underground warehouse.

Chrome was only mere paces from the door when she sensed that someone was waiting for her inside. Too late to hide her presence, the person inside would have already heard her footfalls. The trident now materialized in her hands and she leaned just beside the door, waiting for the entity inside to move...

Saya could hear her coming, and she stayed in the back of the room, sitting in a chair, legs crossed. Why move? She wasn't planning on going anywhere. Instead she waited another moment before she said in a clear voice, "Now, now, are you really going to keep me waiting to meet you?"

Saya didn't really care, either way, about who this girl was or why she stayed. This wasn't an emotional situation. Nothing with Saya ever was.

Chrome exhaled the breath she was not aware she was holding in. She should have been more cautious and observant, wasn't that one of the ways of the mist? She gripped her trident. Should she...

Another sigh as she decided to dematerialize the weapon and stow it in her ever-present bag. If she had done something wrong, and should things lead to a fight, she would not be the one to start it. Hands on the strap of her bag and heart pounding, she takes a tentative step into the room and onto Saya's view. Chrome kept her gaze focused on the scruffy floor, but darted her eyes up to meet the room's occupant briefly. She mumbles something, might've been a stuttered "Hello" or "Oh..."

Once the girl walked in, Saya stood, towering over her - mostly because her heels add an impressive five inches to her height. She cocked her hip, putting one hand on it, but even then Saya didn't look altogether right; there was something distinctly inhuman about her stance.

"I suppose the first question I should ask is what are you doing here." No 'who are you.' That, in Saya's opinion, was the far more uselss question.

And she'll answer that, but not before she fully looks at the formidable (and towering) woman before her. Chrome was nervous, make no mistake about it. The reason she went underground was that she didn't want to cause any trouble for Haru and the others overground. It seems that by doing that, she might have pissed off more dangerous figures underground.

Nervousness aside, it was only when she was in the room that Chrome noticed something... off about Saya. Something she couldn't place her finger on.

The reply was said in the smallest of voices, but she has now kept her eyes level with hers. "I... I'm staying here..."

Part of the problem is that most people in this situation would come to the conclusion that Chrome was afraid, or at the very least completely non-threatening. Part of the problem was that Saya was not like most people. Saya was not like anyone in the City. She didn't fidget or even adjust her stance, she just stood, tall and confident.

"You're staying here," she repeated. "Did you consider that there were other people staying here? People who might not appreciate uninvited guests?" Saya eyes lightened a bit, oddly, their dark brown sparking into something lighter and more dangerous.

The shift of eye color unnerved Chrome more than it should have, considering the odd feeling she was already getting from her. Surprise reflex had her taking a step back and gripping the bag strap tightly.

No, she didn't think that other people lived within the dark, vast complex of the warehouse. The Kokuyo Healthy Land Building was practically fit to be demolished when the three of them moved in it, and they did not check if anyone else was there.

Looking back, she should have double-checked. She went red with the realization of her blunder. "N-no... no I haven't..." she swallowed nervously.

A frisson of fear lanced through her. If this... woman was going to attack her, how will she fend her off?

Saya stayed still, not moving, and the sudden shift in her eye color disappeared as if it were only there for an instant by a trick of the light. She tilted her head to get a better look, and started her analysis. Small, not even a mouthful, and after the disaster that had been eating Nathan Young, Saya wasn't in the mood to get sick again by dispatching of this girl the old-fashioned way.

But that still left the problem of what do do with her in the first place.

"We live upstairs. But I keep watch over the entire building, even the unused portions. I don't like people I don't know in space I live in. So, that said, are you dangerous, or merely stupid?"