10-03-2018, 10:26 PM
Jacinda hesitated, a look of startlement on her face. Tenzin surprised her. She checked her wallet. She was all kinds of excited tonight, like energy bounced around inside her, begging to be burned off. Yeah, cooped up WAAAAAY too much in that house. She'da gone with Tenzin on her runs but for the fact that during most of her time recovering, running hurt her lower back. And, yeah, they had a bit of time. Likely it was nothing to do with them anyway.
Still, that movement. Something about it tickled her mind. She wasn't sure what it was.
She shrugged. "Eh...let's just check it out. And then we'll go." She laughed. "Haha! Busted! I knew you were a secret fan. You don't have to use me as an excuse, you know."
They headed over in the direction she'd seen movement, the traffic distant, the only real sound themselves. It was dark, of course, but through the spaced trees, something like a bench could be made out. She paused and, after a moment, pulled a stave. Not a lot of use against a gun but the heft was reassuring. And gradually, their eyes adjusted so that the faint shades of black resolved to more recognizable shapes. Definitely a bench, garbage can next to it. Tall lamp post too, though it was out.
And no one else. This was where the shape had come from. She looked at Ten and nodded, moving slowly, getting close enough that the moonlight made everything more or less visible. Black streaks and drag marks marred the grass. She already knew what it was but still took a moment to touch a finger to one, felt the tackiness on her finger tips before rubbing them vigorously into a clean patch down to the dirt, to clean it off.
Could be a serial. Could be. But Moscow had an unusually high number of creatures that needed some killing. She looked at Tenzin. "Let's see if this was human done."
Still, that movement. Something about it tickled her mind. She wasn't sure what it was.
She shrugged. "Eh...let's just check it out. And then we'll go." She laughed. "Haha! Busted! I knew you were a secret fan. You don't have to use me as an excuse, you know."
They headed over in the direction she'd seen movement, the traffic distant, the only real sound themselves. It was dark, of course, but through the spaced trees, something like a bench could be made out. She paused and, after a moment, pulled a stave. Not a lot of use against a gun but the heft was reassuring. And gradually, their eyes adjusted so that the faint shades of black resolved to more recognizable shapes. Definitely a bench, garbage can next to it. Tall lamp post too, though it was out.
And no one else. This was where the shape had come from. She looked at Ten and nodded, moving slowly, getting close enough that the moonlight made everything more or less visible. Black streaks and drag marks marred the grass. She already knew what it was but still took a moment to touch a finger to one, felt the tackiness on her finger tips before rubbing them vigorously into a clean patch down to the dirt, to clean it off.
Could be a serial. Could be. But Moscow had an unusually high number of creatures that needed some killing. She looked at Tenzin. "Let's see if this was human done."