Character(s): Henry and Yazoo
Day: 3
Time of Day: Night)
Location: Walking (toward the park)
Rating: PG-13?
Status: incomplete


He took a walk after he left the firing range. He had shot the targets with predictable accuracy, a boring process since nothing moved or deflected the bullets or best of all, were hit and died. Never mind that he had seen life and death from other perspectives in the Lifestream; Yazoo would always feel shooting should kill. If he wanted harmless games he'd join Loz at the arcade.

Walking toward the park, he turned onto the broad road between the cafe and restaurant. He still held Velvet Nightmare, feeling how warm the weapon was along its barrel with his gloveless hands. Yazoo didn't wear his long leather coat either, opting for a t-shirt and dark jeans found in their rooms, though he still strolled in his familiar boots. He might not be convinced it was really war here but nonetheless, he didn't want to walk barefoot or in any sort of summer sandals. Somehow he wouldn't feel prepared for a fight with exposed feet.

He shook his head, smirking to himself as he thought they'd only come across one woman with a gun so far and she wasn't the enemy. Smirking even more, Yazoo considered their trip to the other side of town when he suddenly turned and pointed Velvet Nightmare at someone who approached. His reaction was instinctive, smooth and potentially lethal.

Yazoo laughed when he saw who it was. He deftly holstered his gunblade behind himself.

"Henry. Time for guard duty again?" he greeted, slightly readjusting the leather straps criss-crossing over his chest. Perhaps he'd get a second weapon and tie its holster to his leg.