burning a spy's body+

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Xigbar hated winter, but that's a secret she'll never, ever tell -- although it could be obvious with her grabbing the winter garments from a closet she kicked down (it was half-frozen and the wind didn't help). How she handled the mountains at the Land of Dragons? Zipped-up lips and a hot drink after.

The woman kept her hood up, wearing some earmuffs inside it. She may or may not be opening a few doors to look for a nice place to stay, because -- where can a girl find a bunch of those red-heads to start the worlds biggest bonfire, really.

Also, she's looking for some wood to burn. Either that, or a very warm room would be fine too. ]

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[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Even maybe searching for similar, but he's far less prepared.
With a jacket, blankets and nice hot coffee, it's not helping this man that much since not only is his fur still in summer mode but he's never actually been around snow in his life.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Hurrah, wood! Old chairs, some logs and maybe and a piece of flint ready to spark up a nice flame --

But, why use the manual way when a simple 'Fire' can start said bonfire? (Although, several Axels with Firaga could make it quite epic, you know).

There's a log nearby the guy -- ooh, he looks familiar. ]

Hey, Even. Kick that over here, will ya?

/forgets edit button

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

Wha-
[Looks to you then the log]
Okay.
[might take him a little while to get it over there since he's trying to not spill his coffee or let cold air into his layers]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Eventually, once it arrived? She threw it at the fire -- and it is officially nice and toasty.

Something caught her eye, though -- ]

Fox ears?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

What about them?

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Are they the real thing? Never seen a human with them before.

[ She leans to the side, checking for regular ears. ]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

I'm not exactly human.
[nothing but fluffy fox ears :>]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Now, clearly as there's no such thing as personal space, she removes a glove -- pretty lady hands, nails clipped with no nail polish, maybe a bit of a callous form working with guns -- then extends her hand to touch them.

Wow. ]

What're you, then? I know you're an Even.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Trying not to react to his ears being touched.]
Kemonomimi.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

-- Never heard of 'em, but it sounds cute.

[ She makes sure the touch is gentle. If she wanted to tug it, she would have by now. You know, a good feel -- maybe a scratch behind it to see if he reacts. ]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[fff, that's not helping. He's getting that sort of goofy look some animals get when being scratched in exactly the right spot despite his efforts.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Then clearly she must continue it. ♥ She undoes her hood, even -- oh look, she's wearing earmuffs. ]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[You evil person you, he's zoning out a bit too much to properly recognise you. Instead bowing his head and leaning into the touch just a little, causing a chain to slip out from under his blankets.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Not so much as evil as she is curious, but the sound of metal clashing catches her ears -- what's this?

Gravity does its thing, levitating said chain in mid-air. Her free hand catches it. ]

Where does this go, eh?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[ooh, yeah riiight there, that's the spot- yeah, not going to get much answer from him. Try not to pull though, it is attached. To a collar if you get all that hair out of the way.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Checking, checking -- getting some of that pretty hair out of there. Oh. Nope, she's not pulling her hand away from his ear. ]

Typical pet, Even? I wonder who owns you.

No wonder you're such a good boy when I do this.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[WHOA. That, now that got his attention. A hand goes straight to covering the identity tags. Gritting his teeth and gulping at the pet comment.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Headtiiiiilt. Typical Xigbar-kind that makes people wonder. She finally pulls back her hand from his ear, slowly. ]

Did I miss something, or do you have a story to share?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

...
Just... bad memories. [trying to keep current events and reality separate from past and his imagination probably takes a little more effort than it should]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Oh. Oh. Even was one of those kinds of pets, or so she's assuming. A sigh. ]

Well! Aren't you one of the lucky ones to end up here, right?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[only sort of, it was voluntary and involuntary simultaneously because the poor bugger is fucked in the head.]
Maybe.
[he has no idea, on the one hand having his heart taken away fixed many things for him. On the other, people keep killing him and Ienzo is stuck in the past.]
It depends on who you ask.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm asking you, buddy.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

I don't know.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

You don't know, or you don't want to know anymore?

[ She turns around, moving to take a seat nearby the bonfire. Mmn, warmth. It's big enough for a ton of people, since she pretty much threw all the wood she can find. ]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[will be getting closer to that fire, particularly to dry out his tail a bit.]
There's too many things wrong up here to trust whatever I think want or wanted.
[Taps his temple in the most obvious gesture.]
Both places have their negatives.
Here people tend to hunt me down and kill me for example.