Aristasy
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Was that actually him? It didn't occur to Miki until she was on the road with the rest of the group, walking towards what Butcher describing as a spooky abandoned mine. Well, I guess I can find out later...
Al-Zahrani, whom Miki has decided to call "Mister Desert" in her mind from now on, was definitely the chatty type. Despite his warm banter with Butcher, Miki could see he was tense, hand at rest with his weapon. She felt the same too, to be honest. Though her profession necessitated "being one with the darkness", she was far from immune to fear of the supernatural. Instinct was instinct, whether good or bad.
Miki had been walking towards the back of the group, perhaps intentionally as it would be an advantageous position assuming the probability of danger was higher from the front and sides. If one were to be completely honest though, it was simply due to her legs being shorter than the others. Butcher had been leading the way fairly confidently, but for some reason started drifting back. Soon, he was walking next to her.
"You got something on your mind Miki? I don't know what happened when you left before us but it seems you're a bit... Let's say, unenthusiastic now. Am I wrong?"
"..." It was too early for Miki to decide whether Butcher was jeering or actually making innocent conversation. Her previous impression of him was of the strong, silent type. Of course, her previous incursions with him were mostly brief and involved attempts at killing him. Staying around him for longer than ever, Miki realized how different he actually was. It was a bit jarring, so she couldn't help feel some unease. "I'm fine... Shouldn't you be leading the way?"
As soon as Miki asked the question, she realized something that she noticed earlier, but filed away as an insignificant detail. "You shrugged earlier... are we lost?"
Al-Zahrani, whom Miki has decided to call "Mister Desert" in her mind from now on, was definitely the chatty type. Despite his warm banter with Butcher, Miki could see he was tense, hand at rest with his weapon. She felt the same too, to be honest. Though her profession necessitated "being one with the darkness", she was far from immune to fear of the supernatural. Instinct was instinct, whether good or bad.
Miki had been walking towards the back of the group, perhaps intentionally as it would be an advantageous position assuming the probability of danger was higher from the front and sides. If one were to be completely honest though, it was simply due to her legs being shorter than the others. Butcher had been leading the way fairly confidently, but for some reason started drifting back. Soon, he was walking next to her.
"You got something on your mind Miki? I don't know what happened when you left before us but it seems you're a bit... Let's say, unenthusiastic now. Am I wrong?"
"..." It was too early for Miki to decide whether Butcher was jeering or actually making innocent conversation. Her previous impression of him was of the strong, silent type. Of course, her previous incursions with him were mostly brief and involved attempts at killing him. Staying around him for longer than ever, Miki realized how different he actually was. It was a bit jarring, so she couldn't help feel some unease. "I'm fine... Shouldn't you be leading the way?"
As soon as Miki asked the question, she realized something that she noticed earlier, but filed away as an insignificant detail. "You shrugged earlier... are we lost?"