i write sins, not tragedies.

[larue]

[ London, 2063.

The fog is thick tonight. It paints the world a particular shade of gray that blends streets and buildings together, so much that the glow of the street lamps seem to come from nowhere and everywhere at once.

A curious thing that you see though, is the sight of a young man in his mid-twenties, dressed in a deep crimson suit as he comes to a stop at one corner. There's a distinct click as he lights up a cigarette, the same hand that stows the gunmetal Zippo back in his pocket fishing out a phone that he brings to his ear. ]

All quiet on my end.

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[ktotheatothez]

[The boy walking along the bridge in the fog looks casual, like one out on a midnight stroll. Odd, but not unheard of. He's been smoking the past few minutes, just leaning on the bridge and looking out at the river.

He presses on the comm in his ear.

It's silent out here too. Penny for your thoughts, big brother?

[larue]

[ A tug of a smile on the corner of that mouth. ] Not much to say, Kaz. Not sure I like this quiet, though.

Have the others checked in?

[ This is clearly routine. ]

[ktotheatothez]

[He sniffs at the other end of the comm, clearly not liking the quiet.]

Nope. Odd for them not to. [He switches to Tagalog as there're a few people hanging about.] Ayoko yung simoy ng hangin dito, Kuya.

[He'd switch to Sumerian, but people notice a dead language like that sometimes.]

[larue]

[ He's shaking his head at that, pretty amused, even as he has to agree.

Too quiet either means patrol is going to be boring, or something's going to bite you in the butt when you least expect it. ]

Probably wandering around.

[ Addressing that comment though: ] Talk to me.

[ktotheatothez]

I dunno, it just smells weird. And don't tell me it's just the way London smells.

[After that one adventure in the sewers, yeah, he knows what London can smell like.]

Basta... Stay alert. Set up the chessboard if you have to.

[Yeah, he's got a feeling tonight.]

[larue]

Yo, man. [ Chuckling softly now as he walks down the street. ] Don't knock my city. It's not that bad.

[ But he knows what you mean, Kaz. It's too quiet -- quieter than it should be on a night when there are patrols going about. This... this is a silence that weighs down his bones.

At the mention of 'chessboard' though, a grin tugs on the corner of his mouth. ]

Giving your blade leader orders, huh, little brother? [ And right on cue, he does just that, spreading his influence across this side of the city just to get a feel of things.

He's not going to set up completely. Not just yet. There are other Rhiannon agents in the area, other Sin-Eaters wandering about. The last thing he needs is someone jumping the gun and thinking that he's challenging their Boneyard radius with his own. ]

[ktotheatothez]

N-No! It's just that... Never mind.

[I-it's not like I feel safer knowing the Chessboard's on the field, baka-nii!

Kaz doesn't say it out loud, not wanting to sound like a petulant child (or like the worrywart he tends to be). He lets it sit, and finds himself a perch, eyes scanning the mist. He's wearing the Brotherhood tonight, so he blends into the shadows easily.]

[fourthbase]

[ please have a lady wearing neon pink armed with a bloody bat in her arms ruin the dark atmosphere, because that's always a good thing! ]

It is pretty fuckin' quiet around here. Maybe we should make some noise. [ she laughs a little and rubs the tip of the bat, admiring it like it's her god (it is). ]

sorry so late

[larue]

[ Noting that, and taking another drag from his cigarette.

He's got his eye on that bat. The blood on it can't be a good thing. ]