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[pullingyourlegs.livejournal.com]

WHO: Keith Anyan (motherloaded) and Riful of the West (pullingyourlegs)
WHERE: Outside the Cityverse equivalent of the chess and checkers house at Central Park!
WHEN: Sunday
WARNINGS: It's a log with Keith and Riful in it!
SUMMARY: Riful has taken an interest in Keith's ~dark aura~, and she moves in for the kill. The metaphorical one.
FORMAT: all i know is that i'm writing it in five minutes so it will suck very much DID I REALLY JUST DELETE A 80%-COMPLETE POST

[Riful is perched, barefoot and underdressed as ever, on the middle of a nearby park bench, her interest squarely focused on a certain someone. You know, that one guy! She's not even trying to make it less obvious that she's observing the man whose name she has yet to discover or truly care about; after all, she wants his attention. It would be one thing if he were to notice before she was prepared, but Riful is, as usual, perfectly self-assured. A secretive smile curves across her lips as she knots her fingers together in anticipation.]

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[prodigitalson.livejournal.com]

[The man's name is Keith Anyan, and he has once again failed to find a chess partner. No one wants to play with him anymore. This would be sad if it weren't entirely his fault for being incredibly unpleasant and unrewarding to play with. He was about to leave, but he draws to a halt when he realizes he's being observed.

He could continue to just leave. Could, but he won't.]

You want something.

[It's practically a friendly greeting from him. He actually really wants the company--just don't ask him to admit it.]

[pullingyourlegs.livejournal.com]

[She smiles at him, beginning to stand up; at the same time, she completely ceases to conceal her power. It's the initial test! She wants to know if he can sense any of all dat yoki. So many powerful beings here seem useless in that regard, though, and it makes them easier to follow, so if he's oblivious she won't be too irritated.]

That's right.

[It doesn't appear she's going to offer anything else by way of conversation, because Riful loves to be unhelpful. She takes a few steps forward--not enough to close the substantial gap between them.]

[prodigitalson.livejournal.com]

[He shows no reaction--only continues to watch her. But then, he doesn't react to a lot of things. Admittedly, in this case it's because he does not, in fact, sense the sudden eruption of danger signals.

But he appreciates the lack of conversation. Really. It's much more his style.]

I'm with the police. Are you in need of help?

[It's much the same tone he'd use to tell a criminal to drop their weapons. He's not the friendliest policeman on the block.]