SilverBlack
Poopshroom
Cleo Donovan
[Location: Town square]
[Location: Town square]
If anything, Cleo is possibly the only one who could get Elise to speak more and more vulgarly. Cleo listened with a grin at the girl’s bitter remark, a thought crossed her head that if Alder is still around, he’d be shocked to see this dear, beautiful girl who’s always maintained her good manners expressing bluntly such aggressive thought--if not faint at the knowledge that Elise actually failed to finish an assignment already.
That’s what ya get for being dead, Alder.
Despite the girl regaining her usual composure in slight embarrassment upon noticing Jun’s presence, what’s been said has been said. The lad didn’t seem to mind too much though. After all, Elise’s rage made sense. The typical bullies’ behaviors, even if it’s all cliche and expected, is the type that can force even the nicest person’s patience to reach zero, especially if their tolerance for this type of behavior ain’t high.
Cleo nodded mindlessly as Elise tugged on her sleeve, agreeing to go. They started walking, but the subject Elise was desperately to change didn’t end.
“Let’s bomb his d*ck off next time, put some shame into his last name,” the ash-haired girl said with a smirk, spitting out actual vulgar words with her arms crossed. Jun’s eyebrows twitched a bit, as if he wanted to say something in response, but failed cause his mouth was stuffed with crepe.
On that note, taking Elise’s words seriously, they do have something they need to work hard on. With the brief comments ending toward the whole lunch incident came the reminder that they are still students who have an assignment to complete. Even the third generation, still just a day new to the world and with their reputation already hitting rock bottom, is forced to do their best. Cleo’s thoughts on them have been a mix of anticipation and a bit of pity. It’s as if they’ve been thrown into a tornado ever since they were randomly plunged into this world--and somehow, haven’t found a way to escape from it yet.
Hopefully some peace could settle in soon.
The Vehemen Hunter Association is somewhat far from the academy itself. From the town square, though, the time it takes there approximates to around a 30 minutes walk. With a vehicle, the travel time shrinks to around ten minutes. Walk down a block or two, then there’d be some cabs for them to call on.
Now that their focus actually switched to finishing up an assignment, Cleo seemed a bit reluctant to go at first, as if there’s something else on her mind. Sooner or later, however, shrugged it off on her own. The fact that just moments ago she gained the information that a faciete member took her gun lingered inside of her with the possibility that he or she may still be around here. But considering a certain amount of time has passed, that member may as well be gone. The gun matter can wait, now’s not the only opportunity.
With that thought in mind, the trio walked down the block, filled with some chatter here and there.
Although not as bad as the hallways during lunchtime, the streets were still pretty crowded. Filled with businessmen and women returning from their own lunch break among the other types of people with their own reasons to be on the street, Praeces has always been a busy city.
“...Ahh, Eiichi, that man---”
The flow of people did not prevent them from having an ongoing conversation. Eventually, they began to talk about Professor Kikuchi. He and Mitra share some similarities: they both don’t smile. Though while one seems somewhat incapable of it, the other one just appears reluctant.
Cleo was unable to finish her sentence, though. Even from a distance away, she caught the sight of a familiar shape of an ivory white gun, hanging on the side of someone’s waist. Perhaps it’s the way the person was moving unusually fast in a rather dark attire with a hood over his head that caught her attention even though he’s across the street. The contrasting color of the gun against his clothes made him even more obvious. Cleo stopped in her track, watching the man turn a corner into an alleyway.
“...Sorry Elise, Jun, look like I ain’t planning to do this assignment after all,” her eyes still glued to the direction that the man had turned, the ash-haired girl threw in a sudden apology, the mischievous smile was gone from her face. What replaced it was a hidden glimmer of thrill in her eyes. “Ya see, I was told earlier my gun was sold to a Faciete member, and from the looks of it, he’s still in the city.”
By that time, they were already pretty much at their destination. A cab was only a couple meters away, ready to stop with just a wave of a hand.
“Imma go hunt my gun down. Ya wanna follow? It’s up to ya guys.”
Giving them the options, Cleo would not wait long for their decision, unwilling to let the man go far with her gun.
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Interacted: Nano