#warriorcourier

Were it not for the cold, Paprika would be trying to bust off some of the diamond to wrap around her wrench’s jaw. Unfortunately one doesn’t just EXPECT a sudden DIAMOND BLIZZARD over night, even when spending a night over at a friend’s in an attempt to socialize more. But now she was wrapped in a crappy thin blanket and coat, shuddering near an open fire.

“Wake up, wake up, little sparrow,” says a voice in the dark, flat and toneless, not at all singing. “Don’t make your home out in the snow.”

When it becomes clear that the expressionless voice is addressing a certain anthromorphic bird, a figure emerges from the dark, with bright red eyes and smiling a too-wide smile. On its body is a tailored suit, and in its hands is a knife, covered with strange red symbols.

It does not seem bothered by the appearance of the one it addresses, or their much greater height compared to it. It merely smiles.

“The crow is considered an omen of death. How much blood did you spill?  How many tiny wings did you clip? How many looked at you, I wonder, as a thing to be feared?”

The strange child tilts their head, their eyes becoming black pits.

It’s a familiar presence that just wafts into the dojang. Class is over and those who participated in today’s are already gone. The familiar presence that dances into the room doesn’t come alone. It comes in with that familiar scent. Sure, the presence was enough to have the Gumiho happy, but the scent? Once it reaches her nose, she’s turning around, tightening the belt around her waist with excitement.

“Hm.” The Batman stoops low and runs a gloved hand over jagged edges, finding loose pieces in the cluster he gathers them for analysis later. After his poking and prodding the Bat stands and holds a hand out to the snowflakes falling from the sky. It doesn’t crystalize when it lands on him, but the chunk at his feet seems to grow ever slightly.

Batman turns his attention to the corvid-resembling individual. “You- how long has this been going on?” He wasn’t sure if this question could be answered, but if he had a time-frame he could predict the rate at which the deposit of carbon could grow. Of course.. this also depended on the downfall.

Red had a lot of complaints when it came to Spirale; her weakened body being one of them. Unironically it managed to piss her off in ways she couldn’t quite verbalize. Add in the unfortunate attempts to trek through Cotes Ward in an attempt to figure out what was going on and it made for one very grumpy mercenary.

So no wonder when she saw a black, corvid-esque mass not too far away, she couldn’t resist poking a bit of fun.

The varied sights and sounds that dared to overwhelm her senses were hardly any deterrent to the girl or the knives she held in her hand. A skirmish like this was just the sort of thing she adored. The monsters were hardly any different from quirks she had seen in her own world; even if they weren’t, she hardly had anything to fear. All Himiko wanted to do was enjoy herself, and she didn’t much care who got in the way of that.

“... Hm?”

She paused, her eyes meeting those of another. He was large, nearly twice the size of Himiko herself. Covered in ink-black feathers, Himiko noted that this stranger was different than the monsters she had struck down before now. After all, those monsters didn’t seem too keen on killing each other.

“Hey, hey,” she beckoned.