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“what am i supposed to say to that?”
A shrug to follow after that from the silhouette. He never did see why it was important to have a name to a place. All names would eventually be forgotten about in due time. The vague titles worked well enough such as the Woods or Forest.
“ There is little need to remember such details. In the Unknown there is more to question then names “
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Things have calmed down considerably over the course of just a few days and, all in all, that’s... relieving. As interesting as his first day in New York had been, it had also been a bit too much of an adventure, even for him. It’s been good to have a couple days to recover from the whole thing, but today, Newt is back on his feet, walking the streets of the city. With Frank released earlier than originally planned, headed for Arizona by himself, Newt had decided to stay for the remainder of his trip. Nothing had gone according to the original plan anyway, so why not? Because of his decision, Tina had been able to speak with him last night, asking him something that he hadn’t quite expected: if he’d be willing to meet Percival Graves -- the actual Percival Graves -- the next day. Evidently, Graves wished to speak with him.
Having answered that yes, he would be willing, he’d been given a time and place, both of which are now nearing. His case in one hand, tied up snugly with some rope that the Goldstein sisters had found for him, Newt walks briskly along the pavement, eyes watching the surrounding buildings as he keeps a look out for the location he’s been given. Admittedly, he gets distracted every now and then by an interesting sight, still quite fascinated with New York as a whole, but he makes good time, regardless. Free hand sliding into his coat pocket, Newt’s steps begin to slow as he notices the landmarks Tina had told him are near the place. Eventually he comes to a stop altogether and lowers his gaze from the buildings to the people on the streets, his whole body leaning slightly to the side as he peers around, seeking a familiar face. There’s enough crowding that it takes a minute, but soon he has a line of sight on the man he’s looking for and thus makes his way over.
“Mister Graves,” he attempts to catch the other’s attention, offering a nod in greeting. His smile is friendly, though it has a layer of awkwardness over it. In the beginning, his plan had involved avoiding aurors and wizards in authority entirely but, just like every other piece of his original plans, that had been flung out the window long ago. ...Within his first two hours in the city. Not that this fact did much to help his discomfort in being here, standing before Graves. “Newt Scamander. It’s a pleasure to meet you; I was glad to hear that you’d been found alive.”
gilderoy: so, hows the most gorgeous MACUSA employee doing today? percival: i don't know, gil, how are you doing? gilderoy, voice cracking: i'm fine
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Queenie was not used to seeing many of her coworkers from MACUSA outside of work. Usually she went straight home and took care of the house stuff, but today she’d decided to take a stroll, when she saw Tina’s direct boss. She was fairly certain most of MACUSA would have shied away but she gave a warm smile as she approached and said, “Hello, Director. Lovely day isn’t it?”
he had never been fond of the cold not of the kind of cold that bit in his cheeks and the tip of his nose ; not of the kind of cold that made the tips of his fingers go numb. a master of heating charms by need rather than anything else, for he was a child born for summer, not for the frost and freshly fallen snow. " director graves ! " bright blue robes rise on the cold wild that plays with the end of it, the hem slightly damp from where it had dragged through the freshly fallen snow earlier ( a crime, truly, but who was he to defy the laws of nature, and it was nothing a flick of his wrist wouldn't clean at the end of the day. )
" would you please slow down for a moment, mijn god ! i needed to ask you about my latest report, no reason to run away from me. "
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“An elegant weapon for a more civilized age.” (//for girlfriend :3c)
"It's definitely pretty for sure... Definitely looks like something from a few fantasy games I've played."
Ligiea reached a hand towards the dagger curiously, though pulled away before she even made contact with it. As it was a stove radiating heat.
"... Silver...? I think...?"
Muse A is caught out in a snowstorm and breaks into a nearby house to wait it out. It’s Muse B’s. (//i will admit that i don't have a good idea of Which muse, sorry </3 i just think it would be funny if somebody broke into ruv's place haha!)
Once again, he found himself mentally cursing his employers. Fuckin' pricks...
Now, realistically, what were the odds of a storm happening right after he'd finished a hit?
At least he had the foresight to grab a heavy jacket on his way out, but fuck, he wasn't even close to being home yet, and the snow was dampening his shoes and the fabric of his clothes. He needed to get out of this sn-...
... Not ideal but...
He swallowed as he stared at a nearby home.
... Okay...
This is stupid, but maybe if he knocked...
The hitman waded threw the snow, fighting against the wind. Once at the door, he hesitated before rapping his knuckles against the door.
... No response.
Tried again.
"Uhm... 'Ello?" he called.
Nothing.
Was no one home? Or maybe someone didn't live here? That might actually be preferable.
Alright, fuck it.
Pico slipped out a set of lock picks before working the door... And...
As soon as he hear that satisfying click, he hurriedly opened the door, slipped in, and shut it immediately afterwards. Then, he moved to relock it.
... So either this was one of those prefernished homes, or this was already taken.
Great.
Alright, maybe they won't be home by the time he leaves. Won't even know he'd been here. After all, what crazy person wouldn't try to stay indoors until this blizzard passed.
Or they could be home and are just a heavy sleeper... Or maybe are just waiting to strike.
As that thought passed his mind, he stiffened.
Worst case scenario.
... He'll just... hide for the time being. Just in case.
His pale still adjusting eyes scanned around the dark area before zeroing in on what looked to be a more obstructed corner. Pico crept his way there, carefully, before huddling in that corner. He'd unzipped his jacket just to tuck is legs into it, partially for warmth and partially to make himself appear smaller and more unnoticable. Even slipping his hood on to hide his bright red hair.
Whatever the case, it's gotta be bizzare to find a five foot two ginger that may or may not be in wanted posters in their home.
“ i’m tired of the shit you say. ” (//for melody)
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“The shit I say? You mean ‘truth’?” She bit with some spice to her tone, puffing her chest up with her hands on her hips as she glared up at the taller figure in front of her. “Listen, when I go on a tangent, half the time I’m right! In my own way! You might not think it, but it’s true!”
