Loose Ends [Mathilde] Jul 19, 2017 3:21:17 GMT
Post by KUM0 on Jul 19, 2017 3:21:17 GMT
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| Stonewall Botanical Gardens, Naruki City.|
Human Activity: Tame
Non-Human Activity: Minimal
It was a quiet and otherwise peaceful evening in the gardens, the last few remaining humans beginning to trickle away from the lush scenery to make their way home. The strict security of Naruki, coupled with the various factions meant spiritual activity was constantly kept to a minimum. As such Kum0 had found his journey to this place relatively uneventful. . . well unless one counted getting kicked out of the hotel they were staying in for forgetting their wallet in the damn desert as uneventful.
Clad in a light black tunic and beige pants tucked into knee length boots, Kum0 was grateful for the protection his poncho against the soft chill of the night air, finding an isolated bench to sit on the sound of something hitting the ground caught the mod souls attention, his eyes angling downwards to see what looked like a joint in between his legs. An awkward smile forming as he leaned down and picked it up.
The second, more obvious reason, for his visit. To find Mathilde, he'd remembered her quite fondly, the way she looked after him during his little drug induced stupor, but that had been replaced with a mysterious curiosity when she'd apparently revealed his location to Mechan, another mod soul like him, who'd proceeded to track him down. Having only just returned from his little trip Kum0 had barely settled in before his little debacle. Having notified The Facility, they would go about making the necessary arrangement, which meant he now had the time to go looking for her.
This was where he'd last met her, scanning the immediate area to make sure he was alone Kum0 returned his gaze to the joint with a wry smile.
Might as well, no sense in wasting a good joint, lifting it to his lips which glowed red momentarily before he spun it to the opposite end and took a long drag, blowing the smoke out in 3 perfect rings. A comforting haze touched his mind, yet not as debilitating as when he had first smoked; his body having attuned itself to handle the drug more comfortably, as the mod soul found himself easing into the bench from which he sat.
Taking in another gentle drag, Kum0 once again scanned his environment for any signs of life. Perhaps, if he were lucky, she'd be there once again for him to rest his head on her lap again.
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