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📱 || FROM: 🕊 || || TO: 🐓 || 📱 > Well, yes. > However, these should only be in the branches, not the main wards, let alone housings. Had to deal with them in Mistwood > … unless someone intentionally lured them all the way here. > I wouldn’t put it past them.

As a metaphorical cog clicked into place, he’d type a tad more hastily— in case something truly prompted that question.

> though don’t fucking fight them if you got no diamondized weapon at hand it won’t work > what’d logically break a diamond won’t work either such logic doesn’t apply to this bloody snow it seems > can only fight fire with fire in this case

   ... Did he forget who he was talking to?

📱 || FROM: 🐓 || || TO: 🕊 || 📱

> clive > if something attacks me you know its going to either go down two ways > i kill it > or i die > frankly im banking on the first outcome because that procedure has gotten me this far > but this shouldnt be news

   That didn’t take away from the fact that he still didn’t have anything to actually kill it with, if Clive’s information was correct. But he’s not prone to the concepts of running away. Maybe he’s a little bull-headed, sure, but did that even matter?

   If something wanted to kill him, then he’s gonna be giving it a hard time doing so--

   He turned sharply at a low snarl from behind, meeting glassy, silvery eyes staring out at him from over the snowdrift, of- What the actual fuck was that? Icy spines, glossy and sharp, hunched over with a mouth filled with needle-like teeth. Breath steamed from it’s mouth in the cold air as it gave another warning snarl before resting it’s paws on the mound, stout body quivering like a jaguar about to pounce.

   Huh.

Clive didn’t anticipate an immediate response, really. If anything, this was quicker than expected.

📱 || FROM: 🕊 || || TO: 🐓 || 📱 > you celebrate christmas? Well, would have?

> Oh, you’re in Fibonacci! Merely a few streets apart, now. Interesting. Don’t know about you, but I’d prefer this Ward over Cotes anyday. > A relief you found a way in, too. > Not much has changed for me, for better or for worse > Things have been quiet lately, pretty much.

> Hey, this is probably irresponsible from me to suggest but like > If you can get some blunt objects to be covered in this “snow” or find some broken pieces of it, you could use it to break doors and such free from the rocks. > Can make tools and weapons just as indestructible as the odd gems for the time being. Until the phenomenon passes, anyhow.

   Poking his head out of his window, he looked down at the ice... rock... whatever, creeping up the walls. Seeing as there was nothing in his new home for him, it was probably best to get out before he got frozen in.

   Crawling out of the open window, he lowered himself down as far as he could before dropping. It was only two stories; at worst he’d roll an ankle. Thankfully, the ice wasn’t slippery, despite it’s glassy appearance.

📱 || FROM: 🐓 || || TO: 🕊 || 📱

> i dont own a lot of stuff anyway so having it encased in ice isnt concerning > i just hope it’s not gonna spoil all my food > but i’ll keep that in mind > worlds sharpest ice knife

   What the hell was that?

    “...”

Weird... crunching noise...

   He stared at an unimposing mound of snow. Nothing moved. Out of habit, he checked the area for anything to grab.

   Nothing but an iced-over bench.

📱 || FROM: 🕊 || || TO: 🐓 || 📱 > remind me to order a sub sandwich as incorrectly as possible next time out of pure spite

The joke would be on him, sure, since he’d have to eat that awful abomination — but he’d still find it funny.

> regardless, isn’t that a stranger, then, though? > feel free to cut through my words if i’m underestimating you but > didn’t you pretty much lose him just now. > you *did* say that premeditative murder takes time.

📱 || FROM: 🐓 || || TO: 🕊 || 📱

> i was following him > and then > i lost him > because i was thinking about killing him too hard

   Thinking and walking at the same time? That’s quite the achievement.

Silently crushes out his cig on the concrete railing. Oh he’s not gonna quit smoking, but he’s not so much of an asshole to start breathing smoke in this guy’s face while they’re busy being up in it.

   What was more painful was watching Adachi stumble into the building, drunk as hell and looking like he was about to pass out before he could even reach the elevator to his floor.

   It was probably best to do it in the lobby anyways. He didn’t know if this guy had any roommates who’d be willing to defend his ass anyways. The rubber grip in his left hand made a noise of protest as he squeezed it. He picked a golf club as his weapon of choice. Seemed appropriate for this kind of thing.

   Putting out the cigarette under his heel, Jacket slipped on the mask before pushing off from the tree upon which he warmed from how long he’d been leaning against it. Waiting.

   The doors to the building opened automatically as he approached it, sensors detecting his movement.

   Catching up to him across the floor would be easy.