08-25-2016, 11:22 PM
Madotsuki had a lot to think about following the incident.
Deep down, she felt a little guilty. If she were living with the Night Terror, she could've kept her safe. But now it was over, and Madeline had the scars to prove it-- two long claw marks across her right eye, according to a picture she sent a few days ago. It was a miracle she could still see out of that eye. Although she looked more intimidating with the newfound injuries, it just didn't fit her; she was surprisingly friendly for a gangster. Sure, that helped out when they were forming ties between other groups, but the dreamer felt that it would make it more likely to get her stabbed in the back. She didn't seem like the kind of person who'd even join a gang in the first place. Maybe she could ask her next time they met in person? Certainly not over the phone-- Madeline hadn't been very talkative as of late; she'd send a message to her each day to tell her she was okay, but after that, she just clammed up. Could you really blame her though?
She hadn't heard anything about Sabitsuki and Errol, although that was to be expected. After all, she had tried to kill the former twice. They weren't bothering her though, which she took as a good sign. Maybe that temporary truce she had formed during the kidnapping incident was more permanent than she thought? She wasn't particularly fond of the monstrous albino, but she didn't want to be on her bad side.
With those thoughts out of the way, she returned to the news-hologram in front of her. One article mentioned that the "F-Zero Duo Races" were happening this week, but the article that caught her eye went something like this:
"BREAKING NEWS: An attorney in Tier 3 by the name of Dewey Chet has been brutally murdered in his own businessplace. Around 3:00 AM, the alarms were set off in the victim's workplace. By the time the police arrived, the building was a mess and the victim's barely-recognizable body was found. The cameras, unfortunately, were destroyed and cannot be used for evidence."
Before she could read into it further, she heard someone trying to unlock the door. She turned to it, waiting in anticipation for whom was probably her roommate. The door opened, and in stumbled Hiro, his hakimachi torn to shreds. Without a moment of hesitation, she grabbed the samurai by the hand and led him to the couch.
"Are you okay?" she asked telepathically, backing into the kitchen. "You look like you got into a fight with a hurricane and lost. You need anything? Tea? A blanket? What on earth happened out there?"
Deep down, she felt a little guilty. If she were living with the Night Terror, she could've kept her safe. But now it was over, and Madeline had the scars to prove it-- two long claw marks across her right eye, according to a picture she sent a few days ago. It was a miracle she could still see out of that eye. Although she looked more intimidating with the newfound injuries, it just didn't fit her; she was surprisingly friendly for a gangster. Sure, that helped out when they were forming ties between other groups, but the dreamer felt that it would make it more likely to get her stabbed in the back. She didn't seem like the kind of person who'd even join a gang in the first place. Maybe she could ask her next time they met in person? Certainly not over the phone-- Madeline hadn't been very talkative as of late; she'd send a message to her each day to tell her she was okay, but after that, she just clammed up. Could you really blame her though?
She hadn't heard anything about Sabitsuki and Errol, although that was to be expected. After all, she had tried to kill the former twice. They weren't bothering her though, which she took as a good sign. Maybe that temporary truce she had formed during the kidnapping incident was more permanent than she thought? She wasn't particularly fond of the monstrous albino, but she didn't want to be on her bad side.
With those thoughts out of the way, she returned to the news-hologram in front of her. One article mentioned that the "F-Zero Duo Races" were happening this week, but the article that caught her eye went something like this:
"BREAKING NEWS: An attorney in Tier 3 by the name of Dewey Chet has been brutally murdered in his own businessplace. Around 3:00 AM, the alarms were set off in the victim's workplace. By the time the police arrived, the building was a mess and the victim's barely-recognizable body was found. The cameras, unfortunately, were destroyed and cannot be used for evidence."
Before she could read into it further, she heard someone trying to unlock the door. She turned to it, waiting in anticipation for whom was probably her roommate. The door opened, and in stumbled Hiro, his hakimachi torn to shreds. Without a moment of hesitation, she grabbed the samurai by the hand and led him to the couch.
"Are you okay?" she asked telepathically, backing into the kitchen. "You look like you got into a fight with a hurricane and lost. You need anything? Tea? A blanket? What on earth happened out there?"
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