night warrior

✯ Since when do mysterious voices at alleyways come offering cookies to people? If this is a new kidnapping technique, it’s one that Maya has never heard of. She won’t let her guard down, but she won’t just dismiss the offer.

✯ “Ummmm, depends…” Maya replies, wanting to test this claim by some intelligently constructed question. “What sort of cookie we talking here? Chocolate chip? Mint and choco? Oat? No raisins cookie, please.” Oooor by simply following her stomach.

     ☾ ❝ ... Why would you put raisins in cookies? ❞

     It’s an earnest question; one that escapes from the Gargoyle’s lips without much thought or restraint. While it’s not entirely unheard of, it’s definitely not something Angela would personally put into any sort of baked goods. After all, they’re supposed to be mostly sweet and tasty, right?

     ☾ ❝ I really thought she was going to slap you, ❞

     Though she laughs from her hidden spot, the teen doesn’t mean in a malicious way... Well, not really. Though, she does think the stranger definitely deserves to have been told of for his advances, especially since the girl that recently left seemed to be rather busy with something else.

     ☾ How curious!

     Never before has Angela seen someone so human-like with such... Purple skin like her own. Of course, it’s obvious to the brunette that the stranger is no Gargoyle, which begs the question; what exactly is she? Humans don’t have purple skin or at least, the last time she checked they didn’t.

     ☾ ❝ ... You’re a very kind person, aren’t you? ❞

     Despite being hidden away within the shadows for the time being, it’s apparent that the girl is smiling from her tone of voice. She didn’t mean to watch the blonde go about his business, but when she heard the cries of an injured person, there’s no way Angela could have simply walked away. However, it seems that the stranger had been in good hands, what with the other man patching him up rather quickly and sending him on his way soon enough.

     ☾ Seated within the branches of a rather large tree, the teen watches the man cautiously walk by below. Really, she can’t help it, what with him looking so... Well, on edge. Of course, the Gargoyle can’t say she can blame him, with the city being how it is and all... Even more so after the sun sets (or so she would imagine).

     ☾ ❝ Uhm... Say, do you like cookies? ❞

     Comes the soft, somewhat unsure voice from the shadows. While the brunette realizes how suspicious her suggestion is going to sound since she’s concealing herself for the time being, she supposes that it can’t be helped. Without any of her few acquaintances available, this is what Angela will have to do; she just hopes the stranger isn’t too put off by the entire ordeal.

FROM: Battler Ushiromiya TO: Angela

[Text]: Hey Angela! [Text]: No probs at all! [Text]: In fact, considering that powers will be blocked during the party [Text]: You coming the day before to make use of your strentgh would be the most practical anyway [Text]: Tahta’s when we’lL be preparing the heavier stuff like the stage and the tables [Text]: Smller decorations will be srt later

     ☾ She stares at the screen or a few moments, unsure of what he means by ‘tahta’.

TO: BATTLER USHIROMIYA FROM: ANGELA

     ☾ While unable to lift herself from the group like most creatures with wings, the Gargoyle is still able to utilize her by leaping off high ledges... Which is exactly what she does now, allowing her large wings to stretch out and catch the gusts of wind to keep her aloft.

     It’s comforting, in a way, to be able to fly like this again. Since being first trapped within this place, such a feat had been impossible for her due to the meddling of the scientists. Fortunately now the brunette is able to do an activity that no Gargoyle can truly live without and as such, it brings joy to her heart. As the evening breeze blows through her hair and wings, Angela closes her eyes with content for a moment...

     Before opening them once more to see a figure of pure white floating alongside her figure. Gasping in surprise for a moment, Angela simply watches the other for a few moments before coming to the conclusion that they mean no harm for the time being.

“Nah, it’s just supposed to be a fun time for everyone. Be it a child, adult, old folk, single or married and for whatever race or gender you are! Pretty democratic, huh?” He finger pistols.

“Think about it! A vampire lord and his loyal gargoyle friend-slash-daughter, who defends his mansion while he sleeps! Look, I’ve created a backstory for our costumes and everything. Vampire it is! Aha, thank you for the help, Angela. I guess I’ll save my giant strawberry for another party.” Speaking of which, all the talk of desserts and strawberries were making him hungry. Goodness. He needed a snack, maybe two.

“Oh, that’s right! You haven’t met Mashu yet!” Roman wiggles his fingers, excited at the prospect. “She’s from my world! A former subordinate from Chaldea! She’s, uh, sorta like my charge, I suppose. I’ve been her physician most of her life, and I’ve seen how far she’s come, since she was born. Maybe if she goes to the party, I can introduce you both!”

     ☾ ❝ Vampires and Gargoyles sleep during the day; you realize that, right? ❞ she laughs lightly, soon pausing for a moment as if realizing something... And promptly widening her hazel hues. Wait, what did he just say...?

     ❝ Wait-- ‘daughter’? ❞

“Strawberries aren’t a dessert! They’re a fruit! And for someone who works with their brain, sugar is a necessity, you know!” At that point, he sort of teeters off into a mumble. No point fighting the facts.

“O-Oh, right. You have a point there.“ So, no peas in a pod. He can live with that. Maybe he can convince the Guda’s, if that’s the case. “Hmm, maybe I should try my vampire outfit then, and we can go as sort-of matchies! Yeah! Coordination! Which reminds me, I should see what Mashu’s up to…”

     ☾ ❝ But they do tend to be on desserts very often! Especially the ones you eat, ❞

     ❝ And I don’t think Gargoyles and vampires really match too much... ❞ she replies quietly, perhaps sounding a little confused on the suggestion.