[Bethan is already there, because, well, she was already dressed. In the same clothes she's been wearing non-stop for three days, sure, but there's nothing new there.]
[She gives Angela a thin little smile as the other minotaur approaches, sticking her hands deep in her jacket pockets as she slopes over.]
[ Angela smiles back at Bethan, sheathing her broadsword in her belt as she joins her and claps a strong hand on her shoulder. She understands from one look that Bethan has likely not slept in days, and there is a silent message conveyed in the nod she gives her that she knows this, but she will do her friend the favor of not commenting on how unhealthy that is. ]
Yes. Let us enact enact retribution as only we can.
[The thing is: Bethan knows that look. She's seen that look from her family for years. It makes her chest ache, just a little. It makes her feel... not safe, never that, but better.]
[She clasps the other minotaur's shoulder in turn, and thinks how strange it is, how close Angela feels now. It's almost comforting.]
Enough to have my wits about me, but you know, the hunger is never sated.
[ It is the nature of the curse the Fog has placed upon them, after all. The burden all monsters must bear. She deals with it in her own way, hunting when she must and targeting only those who she deems to deserve it. It is far from an ideal way of life, but she has accepted that there is little else she can do. ]
[Which is, unfortunately, not that unfamiliar from her old life. At least she has the means to sate it, now - even if she's conscious of the nagging guilt that goes along with it.]
[She stretches, rolling her head this way and that, as she starts towards the exit.]
I hope he's got friends. Otherwise, this is gonna be a pretty short outing.
[ Angela follows, cracking her knuckles menacingly. ]
I am sure we will be able to find prey enough to entertain ourselves.
[ The world of men has no shortage of wicked hearts. Angela finds that just as her hunger is never satisfied, her work cleansing the streets of Bavan is never done. ]
[Entertain doesn't quite feel like a comfortable word for it. An accurate one, maybe, but not a comfortable one. Bethan clears her throat, hunching her shoulders a little more, and changes the subject.]
How come you're still up, anyway? 'S pretty late.
[...and immediately regrets changing the subject. Why don't you just shut up, Bethan?]
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Meet you downstairs in ten?
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[ She'll be there in eight, actually. It takes her half as long to get dressed now that she doesn't need to worry about boots or pants. ]
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[She gives Angela a thin little smile as the other minotaur approaches, sticking her hands deep in her jacket pockets as she slopes over.]
Hey. Ready to go?
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Yes. Let us enact enact retribution as only we can.
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[She clasps the other minotaur's shoulder in turn, and thinks how strange it is, how close Angela feels now. It's almost comforting.]
Cool. You eaten lately?
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[ It is the nature of the curse the Fog has placed upon them, after all. The burden all monsters must bear. She deals with it in her own way, hunting when she must and targeting only those who she deems to deserve it. It is far from an ideal way of life, but she has accepted that there is little else she can do. ]
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[Which is, unfortunately, not that unfamiliar from her old life. At least she has the means to sate it, now - even if she's conscious of the nagging guilt that goes along with it.]
[She stretches, rolling her head this way and that, as she starts towards the exit.]
I hope he's got friends. Otherwise, this is gonna be a pretty short outing.
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I am sure we will be able to find prey enough to entertain ourselves.
[ The world of men has no shortage of wicked hearts. Angela finds that just as her hunger is never satisfied, her work cleansing the streets of Bavan is never done. ]
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How come you're still up, anyway? 'S pretty late.
[...and immediately regrets changing the subject. Why don't you just shut up, Bethan?]