It’s not in my nature to be held down Who: Kiara, Kumiko, and a demon (NPC) Where: Streets When: Noontime Warning: Violence
Demons didn't scare Kumiko. She had survived over four hundred years of crap through killing others, thus there were no qualms in toting around daddy's prized katana on her back when she left Ad Gustum to meet up with her partner-in-crime. And if anyone was going to give her crap over carrying a sword, she was going to make note that this was probably the last thing people should be freaking out over, seeing there were demons and angels flying about. Seriously, the siren was just trying to keep her shit in line so she could have a means of defense if one of them dared to cross paths with her. Plus Kiara was a master blood witch. What was there to worry about?
And yes, she had plans to meet up with the Irish lass for some drinks at a cafe that was surprisingly not closed. They had this date planned at least a week ago. Demons were not going to shit on their parade, ok? Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Kumiko walked along the pavement, heels clicking in a steady beat as she spotted the redhead in the sweep distance. A smile emerged onto her lips as she waved in Kiara's direction. "Hey girl. Good to see you're still in one piece." Kumiko would have given Kiara a kiss on each cheek along with a friendly hug, but one thing ceased her from doing so.
A car had been promptly crushed to the ground as a demon out of absolutely nowhere thought it was a fun idea to use it as its landing spot. The creature caught Kumiko's attention, though wasn't filled with horror like the other bystanders that were screaming and running away. No, Kumiko was used to a fight. This was nothing knew. Though the gold wings, gold sword, and ferocious wolf head it was sporting? That was new. "Guess I spoke too soon," Kumiko snorted.