#* asuka

On principle alone, Asuka felt uneasy looking up at hells gate. If choice had been hers, which – it kind of had been, however morally speaking, she knew patrolling was a far better decision, she might have stayed in doors. Ruminating, and seeking a plethora of measure to bury whatever niggling crawled up her spine. "I don't like this." She muttered quietly, meant only for his ears. The Shamrocks and their deigned position in the city had never settled well with her – but they were an inevitability, and the draw of the event being held was just as likely to bring about the bad taste left upon her tongue.