#vantrece

the scrape of a SERRATED BLADE on brick accompanies the distinct sound of his own heavy footsteps crunching against wet and greasy pavement. however, he is not alone. dark shadows dancing among the vast alleyways by light of flickering streetlamps. suddenly, in that same instant, his lips pull back from his large teeth; the graveled HISS of his voice rolls forward as though he had not used it in ages.  

                                         ❛    this one is MINE.   ❜

(that’s uh... that’s a lot of metal.)

He’s silent-- almost like he were struck dumb by such a sight. It’s not like it were... unusual, but it’s also not something Naki would expect to see daily. Eyes were wide with uninterrupted attention, like this was going to be the only time he’d see anything like this. Lips were ajar, just slightly open to imply a silent ‘ooo’ noise that’d never touch the open air. She’s not a ghoul, is she? He’s contemplating for a moment, because, well... uh, that doesn’t seem normal for ghouls. Balling his hands up into fists, he’s suddenly eager to call her way. Hands are brought up to his chest, practically holding all of his excitement inside himself.

“Oy-- where’d ya get all’uv that from?!”

He hadn’t even paid attention to what she’d been doing previously.

mistral, why on earth she’d be at picus headquarters was anyone’s guess but eliza didn’t deal in guessing. she was fact-based and this begged a few questions. she came here to see the news reader, obviously but to what end? she wouldn’t find eliza’s ‘body’ so to speak here. she’d only find herself asking more questions. her body turns, moving to face the fearsome woman with a curiosity that’s almost organic. eliza smiles faintly.            ❛ now what on earth could you need from picus? ❜