#maggie 01

“I’m not sure what your plan is, coming out here.” Wolf’s voice is this low lilt of a thing, eyes half-lidded as she observes what she considers to be a small time intruder on a small space that she’s claimed as her own. “I don’t intend to shoot you, before you say anything about the rifle.” It has enough ammo to get her through this mess, she thinks, but really, anything could happen. It’s the acquisition of pills that she’s a bit more concerned about. The apothacary, despite trying their best to help her, had not found a similar solution. 

Glancing left and right, Wolf sits up from where she had been laying on her belly, dark eyes boring holes in the stranger’s face. 

Riku decided to dress as a Demon Gunner to match with the haunted house theme she helped to make, and it worked out perfectly in her opinion. The entire area felt a lot more festive and it was something to actively participate in. If anything she could say that she was really proud of the idea and got a bit.. to excited.

"Still, just because it comes once a year doesn't mean you can't go all out." Adjusting her cowboy hat again, she smiled.

         The Hive’s park was spacious, if not the most peaceful place she had visited thus far. Sighing, Serah was just about to sit down on a vacant bench when she heard someone singing. Quick to find the source who had released such sweet melodies and soothing overtones, Serah gazed up at a young woman who seemed to find a nice spot away form the public in the sanctity of a large tree. The pink-haired girl was quick to wave at the other, hoping to get her attention once she had finished her little tune.