#badou 02

Oh look, isn’t that Badou? What are the odds she’d see him here near the Mistwood. “Hey, what’cha doin’ over here?” He’s probably going to ask her the same damn thing, and she’s READY. 

No, Ismael doesn’t plan on going into the Mistwood. Not yet at least. She doesn’t have the right tools...And by tools, weapons to protect herself if there’s anything to happen. 

[To: Badou] [From: Grimm]

[txt] hi badou guess what [txt] i found out the grimmchild might actually be on this island, but [txt] THE STARS TOOK HIM AWAY FROM HIS BABYSITTER WHO IS ALSO ACTUALLY ON THIS ISLAND [txt] LIKE WHAT HE’S SOME SORT OF OBJECT [txt] actually what they took was the summoning charm but considering how cut off this realm is i assume he must be here too [txt] do you know why i have claws badou? [txt] it’s for raking child stealers specifically what else would i use them for [txt] HOW DO I FILE A COMPLAINT

Coming up behind a someone in a situation like this was stupid, as it could lead to a lot of bad things happening, particularly to the person who did said stupid action. And that’s how a lot of the Demons got taken out with little to no hesitation. That also meant that she nearly shanked Badou as well, much to both of their annoyances. 

“Why are you coming up behind people in a dire emergency like this? Do you WANT to lose your head?” She said with an annoyed expression on her face and Dark Divinder in hand just in case anything else popped out. 

The boardwalk is no small thing of beauty. Really, she’s never seen one before, given that Minnesota is terribly far from any sort of true beach. And certainly, the icy lake doesn’t count. It’s just not festive enough for something this colorful, it would be a crime to inflict the fun of this sort of environment to the grey water and stoney coast.

It’s so new and exciting that she’s struck kind of dumb, watching with too big eyes and hovering around the entrance to the place like it might tell her a secret. There are no secrets though, so she ends up focusing on the game stalls, which look like carnival style games of ‘skill’.

         Violet wasn’t in the mood to meet new people, much less anyone in general. So when not one, but two Badou’s approach her, she tucks her arms in her sides and turn to leave, refusing to acknowledge them. But he had to say something. While an on-any-other-day Violet would turn around and smile awkwardly, today’s Violet scowls.

         Obviously peeved, she narrows her eyes at the both of them. His brother? Oh how lucky of him. Rolling her eyes with her arms still crossed and tucked, she doesn’t even try to hide her distaste for her current situation.

There’s been a lot of shady people coming around the tavern lately, something that normally wouldn’t bother Emil but the fact they had practically rented out the entire second floor sent some warning signals. He always tried to keep the doors open for everyone, but if they were doing something dangerous then he’d might have to clear them out with a bit of force- something he wasn’t exactly looking forward to in the first place. 

For now, he sighed while making drinks for some more customers at the bar with his longsword leaning off to the side for quick access. 

Why did he decide to do this again? Ratatosk looked down at the perfectly wrapped packet with a suspicious expression on his face. When he said he’d be willing to do any job for the time being to pass some time, being a Courier  wasn’t what he was talking about! Not only that but it was in Sector oo1, way too close to where his home was, and not too far away from a den of shady assholes looking for their own fun.

The blond’s scowl deepened even more as he found the so-called address and pounded on the door three times before stepping back.