We deal in traded secrets [closed]
Characters: Adah Price, Rokudo Mukuro
Location: Adah and Minato's apartment.
Rating: PG
Time: Afternoon, October 12
Description: Adah has some information. Who better to share it with than her dear friend?
Adah had expanded on her collection of information.
It had only been a few months at the most since her arrival in Death City, but she had been taking notes since she first showed up. The one notebook lost to the frogs had been a pity, but it was quickly replaced by others, better and larger in scale. Her collection took up a good deal of space, but she was able to hide most of it in the church where she worked. The clinic didn't take up all of her time, except in emergencies, and her employers at the church were lenient. They hadn't had an archivist in ages.
But she had pulled a few things out of their hiding spots, to show to Mukuro. The first was out of a more recent sketchbook, things that had happened in the past few weeks. Detailed drawings of the witch they had fought, along with pictures of the wounded. Adah liked drawing from life, and the gore didn't scare her.
The second was in her current journal. Pictures of some of the new arrivals, sketched quickly over communicators and after brief sitings in the street. Adah was hoping that Mukuro would find them as interesting as she did. And so, she lay on the couch, reading yet another book backwards as she waited for her friend.
Location: Adah and Minato's apartment.
Rating: PG
Time: Afternoon, October 12
Description: Adah has some information. Who better to share it with than her dear friend?
Adah had expanded on her collection of information.
It had only been a few months at the most since her arrival in Death City, but she had been taking notes since she first showed up. The one notebook lost to the frogs had been a pity, but it was quickly replaced by others, better and larger in scale. Her collection took up a good deal of space, but she was able to hide most of it in the church where she worked. The clinic didn't take up all of her time, except in emergencies, and her employers at the church were lenient. They hadn't had an archivist in ages.
But she had pulled a few things out of their hiding spots, to show to Mukuro. The first was out of a more recent sketchbook, things that had happened in the past few weeks. Detailed drawings of the witch they had fought, along with pictures of the wounded. Adah liked drawing from life, and the gore didn't scare her.
The second was in her current journal. Pictures of some of the new arrivals, sketched quickly over communicators and after brief sitings in the street. Adah was hoping that Mukuro would find them as interesting as she did. And so, she lay on the couch, reading yet another book backwards as she waited for her friend.