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Who: mintroyalcowboy and skullfucku for sure, potential for more :D Yes this means open
Where: Residential Sector, Youma!Pip is rather all over the place.
When: Tuesday, afternoon to early evening
Rating: Pg-13, potential to go higher depending on cursing and violence
Summary: The youma is getting restless, but the cover was close to being blown--no better way to fix it than to hunt down the human's enemies.
the log:
The ache had started mid-morning, the dull piteous ache that can only be described as a slow building hunger. That detective had been delicious, filling really--and oh so much fun with her screams. Still, that had been days ago and everything still came down to the fact that he was getting hungry.
There was a risk with hunting here, though. The youma had recklessly forgot that those damn communicators could turn on in a second, could record everything. Fucking detective had almost blown everything. He had to be careful this time. Especially since the old man and vampire bitch this pathetic host was attached to seemed to be catching on. It was lucky the bastard had orders to look for this Valentine fellow--that may be entertaining. Not to mention a necessary kill.
An uncharacteristically wide, and creepy grin pulled at the corner of Pip's (not Pip's) mouth. Oh this was going to be fun.
Where: Residential Sector, Youma!Pip is rather all over the place.
When: Tuesday, afternoon to early evening
Rating: Pg-13, potential to go higher depending on cursing and violence
Summary: The youma is getting restless, but the cover was close to being blown--no better way to fix it than to hunt down the human's enemies.
the log:
The ache had started mid-morning, the dull piteous ache that can only be described as a slow building hunger. That detective had been delicious, filling really--and oh so much fun with her screams. Still, that had been days ago and everything still came down to the fact that he was getting hungry.
There was a risk with hunting here, though. The youma had recklessly forgot that those damn communicators could turn on in a second, could record everything. Fucking detective had almost blown everything. He had to be careful this time. Especially since the old man and vampire bitch this pathetic host was attached to seemed to be catching on. It was lucky the bastard had orders to look for this Valentine fellow--that may be entertaining. Not to mention a necessary kill.
An uncharacteristically wide, and creepy grin pulled at the corner of Pip's (not Pip's) mouth. Oh this was going to be fun.