#mao 01

The Netwalk was full of strange things. It would look so normal, if not for the creatures hanging around. Ah, and there was one now. Grimm stares, observing its appearance with interest.  All covered in black fur, with such striking blueish purple eyes. Barely anything in this city had a shell, either being fleshy or furry. So odd, it is.

Saint-Germain tries to live her life quietly and peacefully, all things considered. She doesn’t really like stressful situations, nor does she like having to make difficult decisions. If she were able, she’d simply lock herself in the library and stay there for weeks, months, researching things that were meaningless to others but interesting to her. She’d finally gotten the chance to check out one of the many libraries in Spirale, hoping to find answers about this mysterious city--or, at the very least, something entertaining to read about.

But...there’s a cat sitting on one of the tables, and she’s not quite sure how to react.

She’s never been great with animals--if they had to be dealt with, Cagliostro or Prelati tended to take care of that. So she’s not sure what she should do, or why no one else is doing anything about the creature just...sitting there. Is it, perhaps, a library cat? Or...is it sentient, capable of speech, like some of the other non-human creatures here? She doesn’t want to make a fool of herself, but--it’s not like anyone’s watching her aside from the creature.

He was, by this point, probably covered in blood. His own, other people’s -- didn’t really matter. There weren’t strict specifications on this whole ‘helping the obviously-a-trap villain of the week’ gig, and he was not going to let that get in the way of his gacha streaks. Maybe these bad guys weren’t so bad after all - they’d left the internet up and the games’ servers running. How magnanimous. This raid was mostly hands-off though, so he was only glancing back at his phone and swiping now and then.

Red was... a little caught up in her head to say the least. Not quite foggy but... longing to say the least. Some of those she noticed around her were... different than before. It almost made her long for the days of before the Wolf...

In fact, she was so caught up in her own damn head, she bumped into... someone.

It was just a room, nothing more. 

Wattson sighed as she slumped into the side of the bed, slowly sliding down to the floor. Her heart sunk, as she clasped her hands together behind her head, facing the ground. It was silent here; perhaps her housemates weren’t home. Normally a blessing to her, this silence was a curse, weighing heavily on her shoulders.

She was alone. Again.

The very thought made her shudder. No one... no one was here to find her again, as they had done the last time she was surrounded in eerie silence. As if on cue, a roar of thunder broke the silence, followed by rain. She couldn’t explain to herself why, but at that moment, the engineer felt a need to step out. 

The rain gave the area a glow that set Wattson at ease. Intermittent flashes of light in the sky... at least one thing was familiar. Looking back from the sky, she spotted something, sheltering from the rain under a bench. Oh... that won’t do.

Wattson walked over, with a skip her step, over to the fluffy, black cat. She slipped off her jacket, urging the cat to come to her.

“You must be cold, oui? Come; I’ll keep you warm.”