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[Lunadi Etereo]

as of this night, your voice cries out for more
a gamble is a simple game of mathematical squares

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each day you grow older, i'm watching my vengeance unfold
obtain the answer by solving a certain equation[/i]
you won’t recover from this sensational heat[/font][/center]

They say a lot of nice things about Tokyo, things that oft times can’t be repeated in the presence of anyone under the legal age of consent, and it was some of these ‘nice things’ that led to a sort of field trip. Lunadi was out for blood, both in the literal and poetical sense, and the mad woman simply couldn’t wait to get her hands on a new edition of Japan’s native guide to personalities in blood types. Of course, the book in question wasn’t going on sale for a good three days, and an impatient Lunadi was forced to turn her eye towards the time-honored tradition of ‘tourism’. Granted, it was always a bit weird to restrict her activities to unpopulated back alleys and deserted rooftops, but that was the price one paid for power. She can’t even buy her books without sunglasses on, would wear the things in the dark if it didn’t kill her ability to see. But she doesn’t really have anything to do in the daytime hours, tries to restrict herself to one spot and avoid as many useless squabbles as she possibly can.

So instead Lunadi nurses a smoothie on a park bench, hair falling just so and body language screaming danger in sixteen different dialects. The book balanced on her knees is thick, gloved fingers periodically reaching out to flick a page to the next. She soaks up the wisdom of the entirety of last year’s relevant quantum theory, fingertips skimming over kanji and wondering to herself just what sort of twisted soul expected her to last three entire days for the latest potentially groundbreaking scientific revelation. Her tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth, and she takes a delicate sip as she tucks her hair back behind her ear. She’s running out of things to do in the city formerly known as Edo, and a bored Lunadi is a Lunadi about to commit mass larceny of too many databases to be perfectly safe. A flick, and another page has turned, another lesson to learn in her own boredom.

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[/color] open season
.:|Backdrop:[/color] bookmark a head – chiba saeko
.:|Addendum:[/color] Lord she needs some friends.[/right][/blockquote]

[Rath Smith]

The words you scribbled on the walls                   
                   with the loss of friends you didn't have.
I'll call you when the time is right.
^{❝ Are you in?}_{Or are you out? ❞}
For them all to know the end of us all.
♤

He didn't have any excuse for standing there like that. If he'd at least been holding a brown paper bag, even an empty one, it could have been justification enough for leaning up against the lamp post stationed just across the walkway from the lady and the bench upon which she was perched. And, it couldn't be dismissed as an innocent cigarette break, since his his hands were tucked listlessly into his the pockets of his three-piece-suit. The creepily overdressed man was just standing there, completely physically unoccupied.

And he was watching her. Rath had been staring at her for some time now, so brazenly that it would be insane to not realize it.

Maybe he was trying to provoke her sixth sense, test her reflexes for the impression of someone staring her down. Rather, it looked like he was trying to blow her up with his mind. Really, the concentration was unparalleled - his unwavering, almost suspicious glower hadn't broken once since he'd veered off the park trail and taken up spot, cozy with the lamp post. Even as people strolled by, their bobbing heads breaking his line of sight, his eyes didn't submit to the tiniest iota of movement. They just remained there in the same fashion: pale and focused and intense and staring.

The moment her finger had wiped one page clear over to the other side, pivoting on the book's spine, his gaze snapped to attention to observe her hand's movement. Though she was but a pretty girl reading educational text on a park bench, Rath was regarding her with the keen observancy one would give a suicide bomber whose next sudden movement would surely be a reach for the detonator. Yet, once she'd finished the task, he let his eyes meander up her body sinfully slow until he was resuming the death-match he'd been having with her downturned face. Despite her lovely outward appearance, Rath was no fool - he could feel her ominous pulse, inspiring a frenzy of ringing alarms with the magnitude to which she emitted danger.

And it takes a very special girl to be that disarming while she reads a book.

OOC: If you're not cool with me occupying the time she was looking through her book, let me know and I'll fix it.

[Lunadi Etereo]

as of this night, your voice cries out for more
a gamble is a simple game of mathematical squares

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each day you grow older, i'm watching my vengeance unfold
obtain the answer by solving a certain equation[/i]
you won’t recover from this sensational heat[/font][/center]

She can feel his eyes on her, somewhere between twisted science and a boxed cat, that stare that hasn't stopped since she started reading. Lunadi doesn't mind per se, but she would prefer a face and a name to the eyes boring into her very being. Her legs shift unconsciously, knees rubbing together as a scalpel is so carefully teased out of the holster. All she needs is to fake dropping something, slip her hand over her leg and let the sleeve bury the metal in its secretive depths. The eyes haven't stopped staring, dissecting her very being like a specimen on a gurney. She doesn't really appreciate being so observed (science be damned, this is creeping her out), and Lunadi is three seconds away from attempting to remove the source of the stare.

She looks up like a sneak thief, empowered eyes peeking over the rim of her glasses to stare right back. Let him- Oh my. Well that's an amusing thought for Lunadi to have, the brief gap in populace serving as her window to possibly one of the more delectable members of the male species. But those eyes... those ghost pale eyes have really got to stop staring at her so.

A little pad of paper, a flick of another page. To anyone aside from herself she appears to be nothing more than another student, dutifully taking notes on the maddening spiral of mathematics that drives her favorite science. But she is doing anything but, mind focusing on two things at once as her hand darts across the page in an elegant fashion. The letters are uniform, flowing kanji followed by swooping English letters that spell out the same missive. It is with unnatural speed that she throws it, arm appearing to not even move as the folded origami crane smacks the man square between his eyes.

'It's rude to stare so without a proper introduction. I promise I don't bite unless you ask.'

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[/color] Rath you stalker
.:|Backdrop:[/color] shiver from silence
.:|Addendum:[/color] O___O I'm happy now.[/right][/blockquote]