[ Gray is something of a clean freak. When suddenly faced with an entire house to herself to clean, she knows what her task will be: eliminating every possible speck of dirt from the premises. It's a continuing project given that she has a job now (weird), but one she attacks with gusto whenever she can. Today's round of cleaning is a post-work destresser. Within the privacy of the house she rolls up her sleeves and submerges herself in the happy tedium of dusting and polishing, scrubbing and scraping. The servants of Achamoth can deprive her of this pleasure no longer.
The quiet, mindless hum of a song fades from her throat when she hears footsteps approaching the front door. By now the character of Eustace's footsteps are burned into her memory, and the person at the front door, whoever it is, is unknown to her. She begins to wonder if it's a neighbor come to be friendly or a postman (does Godsblood have a post??)... up until the rough rattle of a key in the lock sets off alarm bells in her head.
Now, Gray is a shy girl. Some (many) might even call her timid. A stranger on the street talking to her out of the blue is enough for her neurons to scatter like an upturned sack of marbles. A stranger suddenly in her new home is a national emergency, and for more than just personal reasons; she and Eustace are refugees of a sort, liable to be hunted down for their defection form the Kenoma, and a stranger barging into their residence could be here to kill her with more than just social awkwardness. And if this person somehow managed to get their hands on the house key, then — did they do something to Eustace to get it?
A man she doesn't know comes barging in like he owns the place — thuglike behavior if she's ever seen it (she watched Goodfellas) — and she's especially glad that she's chosen to conceal herself behind the nearest corner. She isn't armed at the moment, but that won't stop her. The moment the stranger rounds the corner, she doesn't hesitate. She grabs the man any which way she can and hauls him overhead all the way until he comes crashing back down on her other side. Aions are tough, so she can't afford to go too easy on him. ]
Please surrender!
[ She shouts quietly... after already attacking him... ]
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Date: 2022-09-08 05:21 am (UTC)The quiet, mindless hum of a song fades from her throat when she hears footsteps approaching the front door. By now the character of Eustace's footsteps are burned into her memory, and the person at the front door, whoever it is, is unknown to her. She begins to wonder if it's a neighbor come to be friendly or a postman (does Godsblood have a post??)... up until the rough rattle of a key in the lock sets off alarm bells in her head.
Now, Gray is a shy girl. Some (many) might even call her timid. A stranger on the street talking to her out of the blue is enough for her neurons to scatter like an upturned sack of marbles. A stranger suddenly in her new home is a national emergency, and for more than just personal reasons; she and Eustace are refugees of a sort, liable to be hunted down for their defection form the Kenoma, and a stranger barging into their residence could be here to kill her with more than just social awkwardness. And if this person somehow managed to get their hands on the house key, then — did they do something to Eustace to get it?
A man she doesn't know comes barging in like he owns the place — thuglike behavior if she's ever seen it (she watched Goodfellas) — and she's especially glad that she's chosen to conceal herself behind the nearest corner. She isn't armed at the moment, but that won't stop her. The moment the stranger rounds the corner, she doesn't hesitate. She grabs the man any which way she can and hauls him overhead all the way until he comes crashing back down on her other side. Aions are tough, so she can't afford to go too easy on him. ]
Please surrender!
[ She shouts quietly... after already attacking him... ]