Also: it's been a while since it was warm enough to comfortably do reconnaissance. (It's ongoing and low-level, as regards Milliways, so Trowa rarely has reason to bother with wintertime scouting.)
Trowa is combining these two motives into what most observers would simply peg as a walk in the woods. The jacket is from Bar; it's comfortable.
Ava is walking along one of the more well-worn trails. There is nothing at all suspicious or foreboding about the trees, particularly in the light of day.
She wonders if there's a full moon tonight. She forgot to check.
A demon rabbit, hopping balefully along, spots her and goes rigid (save for perhaps some faint tremors). Ava does not remember, but this is the rabbit that, on her last foray into the woods, she released to 'tell your buddies I'm not unreasonable okay, I mean assuming you talk.'
It skitters abruptly into the underbrush. Ava turns sharply.
The demon bunny, in fact, is going to communicate something to its buddies-- but that something is only that the Adversary has returned.
Unbeknownst to Ava due to her inability to speak rabbit, the demon bunnies of the Milliways forest are quite possibly her anti-biggest fans. It's sort of what happens when you spend the majority of your interactions with a population forcing them to battle gladiator-style for your amusement, shuffle off the furry mortal coil in a number of improbable ways, or dance the macarena. The rabbits are accustomed to being hunted and reviled by the filthy stupid patrons of the bar, but Ava takes it to a whole different level.
Whether the demon bunnies under consideration for the purpose of this story represent a majority of their kindred or simply a zealous fringe group is unclear.
What is clear, however, is that they both loathe and fear Ava, as any people might the coming of a great and irrational enemy.
"What are you doing out here?" Ava asks Trowa cheerfully.
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Also: it's been a while since it was warm enough to comfortably do reconnaissance. (It's ongoing and low-level, as regards Milliways, so Trowa rarely has reason to bother with wintertime scouting.)
Trowa is combining these two motives into what most observers would simply peg as a walk in the woods. The jacket is from Bar; it's comfortable.
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She wonders if there's a full moon tonight. She forgot to check.
A demon rabbit, hopping balefully along, spots her and goes rigid (save for perhaps some faint tremors). Ava does not remember, but this is the rabbit that, on her last foray into the woods, she released to 'tell your buddies I'm not unreasonable okay, I mean assuming you talk.'
It skitters abruptly into the underbrush. Ava turns sharply.
... And sees Trowa.
"Oh," she says.
"Hey!"
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Plus he's glancing at the bush the demon bunny disappeared under. Its leaves are still trembling from the haste of that passage.
. . . Huh.
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Unbeknownst to Ava due to her inability to speak rabbit, the demon bunnies of the Milliways forest are quite possibly her anti-biggest fans. It's sort of what happens when you spend the majority of your interactions with a population forcing them to battle gladiator-style for your amusement, shuffle off the furry mortal coil in a number of improbable ways, or dance the macarena. The rabbits are accustomed to being hunted and reviled by the filthy stupid patrons of the bar, but Ava takes it to a whole different level.
Whether the demon bunnies under consideration for the purpose of this story represent a majority of their kindred or simply a zealous fringe group is unclear.
What is clear, however, is that they both loathe and fear Ava, as any people might the coming of a great and irrational enemy.
"What are you doing out here?" Ava asks Trowa cheerfully.
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