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 Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 3:11 pm
Ember sat at the edge of the park, daintily licking her paws to wash her face. The coins on her sash jingled as she moved, letting out a sound like chiming bells. It was certainly impossible to mask her whereabouts when she moved but to make up for it she was quick and quick thinking. Her hazel eyes seemed to glow in the dying light of sunset, one of her favorite times of day. Things were quiet so far.
She jumped up to the top of a bench and looked around, noting how people were rushing home before dark. It was kind of nice to see it. She didn't have a home yet, or anyone to go home to, but she certainly didn't mind being outside. One of her favorite things to do was perch in a tree and drowse while watching the moon. It suited her.
She laid down on the bench, purring and content and keeping an eye out for order or chaos alike. She was supposed to be patrolling but she could take a break, a little cat nap, right?
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2016 1:52 pm
Sailor Adria was still trying to figure out all this strange stuff. He'd had a few lessons but it was still like stepping into somebody else's world every time he powered up. He hadn't carved out a place, and wasn't sure how to—and to be honest, he wasn't that keen to make a big impression right off the back.
He was much more content to sit in the shadows and learn about this world before trying to interact with it…but even as a civilian he hadn't been able to dig up much about it.
There was a very odd energy signature around, and Adria wasn't skilled enough to have learned how to clearly identify them. It was barely dark out, but he wasn't confident to lurk in the shadows of the night—and so far, powering up at this hour hadn't gotten him in any trouble—yet.
Walking through the park, he tried to move closer to the energy signature. He could feel it, but not see it.
There was the faint tinkle of bells and he continued to walk, slowly looking around. He was on edge and swallowed. If he couldn’t see what he felt, he figured he had no choice but to rely on it to show itself.
Hesitantly, he rubbed his arm and called out, "Hello?"
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