[ Gebura has spent the majority of her first life living in the Backstreets. You learn to look for landmarks or make your own, skirting past bloodstains on the wall, bodies on the ground. Heine's filmed directions are incredibly easy to follow in comparison, but it's not as though she hustles to get there. It's just a silent stride, baseball bat over her shoulder--not to be threatening, just to exist, a place to keep it resting.
And soon enough, she shows up, tall and scarred, long red hair pulled up high into a ponytail with mismatched eyes coming to rest on the only guy around here who looks to be waiting expectantly. A nod; she's clearly the succinct type. ]
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And soon enough, she shows up, tall and scarred, long red hair pulled up high into a ponytail with mismatched eyes coming to rest on the only guy around here who looks to be waiting expectantly. A nod; she's clearly the succinct type. ]
Hey.
[ ... Very succinct type. ]