07-18-2014, 02:15 PM
Rune grumbled into her smoothie.
She didn't like working with people that weren't Uncle Seth. More people just complicated things and meant a greater chance for someone to get hurt in the chaos. Of course if those people were Atharim, it'd help, but if they were they were likely to be Euro-Atharim (old school), and Rune had had as big a taste of that as she'd ever want. No offense to Aria. Then again, she also didn't like getting stabbed. How was she to know a ninja was going to poof into existence right in front of her face???
She looked up when White shoved a present under her nose. Her gaze lifted until it was locked upon him, leery of what was going to be inside. Probably some sort of bomb. Or an insect liable to bite off her finger. The idea that he'd give her an actual present didn't even register.
"I'm not really in the mood for a practical joke right now."
She mumbled and slurped on the bottom of the smoothie glass. It was about Christmas though. She hadn't gotten Uncle Seth anything. Nothing at all. Which made her feel about as small as an ant. She could at least get him a package of his favorite beer. Assuming she could find Michelob in Moscow. While she was at it she might get something for White. Like a sign to wear 'round his neck that read:
I know I stink, but don't stab me. Furia beware.
She'd probably get in trouble for that though.
She didn't like working with people that weren't Uncle Seth. More people just complicated things and meant a greater chance for someone to get hurt in the chaos. Of course if those people were Atharim, it'd help, but if they were they were likely to be Euro-Atharim (old school), and Rune had had as big a taste of that as she'd ever want. No offense to Aria. Then again, she also didn't like getting stabbed. How was she to know a ninja was going to poof into existence right in front of her face???
She looked up when White shoved a present under her nose. Her gaze lifted until it was locked upon him, leery of what was going to be inside. Probably some sort of bomb. Or an insect liable to bite off her finger. The idea that he'd give her an actual present didn't even register.
"I'm not really in the mood for a practical joke right now."
She mumbled and slurped on the bottom of the smoothie glass. It was about Christmas though. She hadn't gotten Uncle Seth anything. Nothing at all. Which made her feel about as small as an ant. She could at least get him a package of his favorite beer. Assuming she could find Michelob in Moscow. While she was at it she might get something for White. Like a sign to wear 'round his neck that read:
I know I stink, but don't stab me. Furia beware.
She'd probably get in trouble for that though.