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Hildegunde wasn't sure what she had walked into, but it felt immediately much bigger than herself.
Freischütz, she thought, make a record of this. A detailed one.
As you wish, Fräulein Nachtnabel.
She did not care for how pleased her Adapa sounded, but she gave it no further thought. Not when her attention was drawn in by the mystery voice and the conversation at hand.
Then, like Chloe, her eyes widened and her hair stood on end.
"Not as long as you can still let yourself be followed so easily by unwanted eyes."
The first choice was whether to run or not.
Her first instinct was the former. Who could blame her? The child with a hand in the cookie jar - why linger at the scene of the crime? Why risk capture?
The second choice was whether to hide or not. Once again, her first instinct was, indeed, to hide.
Fräulein Nachtnabel, if you will. I think it best now to flee.
For once, Hildegunde considered the words of her Adapa seriously. She thought, weighing her options. She could run - probably much faster and further than Chloe. But if she were noticed running, Chloe's wrath would be surefire and swift. She did not understand who or what the other voice was, or what they were capable of. Hiding seemed futile, when the other voice already seemed aware of her location. Chloe would likely find out within seconds if she did hide.
If she revealed herself, there was no variable of whether she could escape or not. But perhaps it'd be better to bet on mercy than escape.
The fibers of her muscles that ached, screamed, to run - she would ignore them. She also strangled the urge to wisecrack - last time she had done that, it seemed to alarm Chloe.
Silence, she told the voice.
She would show goodwill. Or, at the very least, she would try. Hildegunde made a few silent paces, making a significant distance between the two of them - giving herself headway in case she needed to bolt.
Gloves removed, hood down, and palms raised out, Hildegunde would step forward. The rest of her body was still hard to make out, melding into her surroundings.
She channeled the energy of a lost child as best as she could. As unusual as it was on the hunter, it came all too naturally, all too authentically - she often felt this way and hid it. The world she grew up in and the world she lived in were two vastly different ones, and it often made her feel as if a childhood lack of understanding was something she'd simply never grow out of.
"Sorry. You looked upset leaving class, and I wanted to say something, and I didn't know what to say. And was scared you'd snap and prune me if you noticed me following while I took my sweet time deciding what to do. I didn't mean to step into whatever this is," she says, gesturing vaguely. It was technically not a lie. As curious as she was, she never knew what she was getting into. She was no spy or malicious actor.
A beat. Hildegunde's heartbeat rushes in her head.
"Scared of you as I still am, I misjudged you. You don't seem half bad. And I can tell you're stressed. And frustrated. And I want to help. But if you want me to leave and never speak of this, or to you, I can do that too. Sorry," she would end her speech as she started it.
Her muscles still ached. At the moment of provocation, she would run.
Freischütz, she thought, make a record of this. A detailed one.
As you wish, Fräulein Nachtnabel.
She did not care for how pleased her Adapa sounded, but she gave it no further thought. Not when her attention was drawn in by the mystery voice and the conversation at hand.
Then, like Chloe, her eyes widened and her hair stood on end.
"Not as long as you can still let yourself be followed so easily by unwanted eyes."
The first choice was whether to run or not.
Her first instinct was the former. Who could blame her? The child with a hand in the cookie jar - why linger at the scene of the crime? Why risk capture?
The second choice was whether to hide or not. Once again, her first instinct was, indeed, to hide.
Fräulein Nachtnabel, if you will. I think it best now to flee.
For once, Hildegunde considered the words of her Adapa seriously. She thought, weighing her options. She could run - probably much faster and further than Chloe. But if she were noticed running, Chloe's wrath would be surefire and swift. She did not understand who or what the other voice was, or what they were capable of. Hiding seemed futile, when the other voice already seemed aware of her location. Chloe would likely find out within seconds if she did hide.
If she revealed herself, there was no variable of whether she could escape or not. But perhaps it'd be better to bet on mercy than escape.
The fibers of her muscles that ached, screamed, to run - she would ignore them. She also strangled the urge to wisecrack - last time she had done that, it seemed to alarm Chloe.
Silence, she told the voice.
She would show goodwill. Or, at the very least, she would try. Hildegunde made a few silent paces, making a significant distance between the two of them - giving herself headway in case she needed to bolt.
Gloves removed, hood down, and palms raised out, Hildegunde would step forward. The rest of her body was still hard to make out, melding into her surroundings.
She channeled the energy of a lost child as best as she could. As unusual as it was on the hunter, it came all too naturally, all too authentically - she often felt this way and hid it. The world she grew up in and the world she lived in were two vastly different ones, and it often made her feel as if a childhood lack of understanding was something she'd simply never grow out of.
"Sorry. You looked upset leaving class, and I wanted to say something, and I didn't know what to say. And was scared you'd snap and prune me if you noticed me following while I took my sweet time deciding what to do. I didn't mean to step into whatever this is," she says, gesturing vaguely. It was technically not a lie. As curious as she was, she never knew what she was getting into. She was no spy or malicious actor.
A beat. Hildegunde's heartbeat rushes in her head.
"Scared of you as I still am, I misjudged you. You don't seem half bad. And I can tell you're stressed. And frustrated. And I want to help. But if you want me to leave and never speak of this, or to you, I can do that too. Sorry," she would end her speech as she started it.
Her muscles still ached. At the moment of provocation, she would run.
So unless things change last minute I should be here.
Posting once I'm home.
Edit: spent most of the day drafting wills for my parents for them to write later so apologies if the reply is fucky wucky in any way
Posting once I'm home.
Edit: spent most of the day drafting wills for my parents for them to write later so apologies if the reply is fucky wucky in any way
Possible heads up, Newroz (new years for various ethnic groups) is coming up and if my family is doing something this year (we often don't because Newroz in Canada is not what it is back home) I might be gone for one-three days. I'll update on that tomorrow.
@ERode For reply purposes, do you imagine Otis is in the woods already, or not?
@ERode For reply purposes, do you imagine Otis is in the woods already, or not?
Beat me to the group picture I said I was gonna draw! Looks great!
@ERode
Oh fml. Let me see if I still have it somewhere, scared I deleted it X - X If not I guess I'll draw her again.
EDIT: I found it but I also kinda wanna redraw her. She looks kinda icky - part of the whole drawing in a style I'm not used to but nfdkjn
Thank you for letting me know though!
Oh fml. Let me see if I still have it somewhere, scared I deleted it X - X If not I guess I'll draw her again.
EDIT: I found it but I also kinda wanna redraw her. She looks kinda icky - part of the whole drawing in a style I'm not used to but nfdkjn
Thank you for letting me know though!
@Nanaya
Curious.
Very, very curious. While the pity from earlier was still present, it was drowned out by that all encompassing force; that human wonder, the cat killer. Her eyes twinkled, her lips tugged to the side. Hildegunde had half expected the half elf to go storm off and cry, but this? This was much more interesting.
She also had the suspicion that being caught following here would have higher stakes than anticipated. She paused for a moment, just a moment, to recenter herself. Silence was casted upon her boots (and out of habit, her gun), obscurity over her clothing. Up went her hood, leaving all but her lips concealed. At first, she considered following Chloe through the gaze of something else in the woods - her typical target were birds - but she ultimately deemed it too unreliable. No - she would continue to follow herself by foot. She was sure to breathe shallowly, step with purpose.
In a way, it was almost routine. After all, while she had only been here once before, she had, in a sense, been here many a time. Different woods, different prey, but the same concept rang true. Watching in silence. Her element.
Finding out what was written in her Adapa or who Chloe was talking to was likely a bridge already burned, but to find out where Chloe was heading off to with such purpose and secrecy, and more importantly, why, was still on the table. What was hiding in the woods that Chloe knew of that she did not? Or, perhaps, what was Chloe hiding, that she was trying to hide in the woods?
Curious.
Very, very curious. While the pity from earlier was still present, it was drowned out by that all encompassing force; that human wonder, the cat killer. Her eyes twinkled, her lips tugged to the side. Hildegunde had half expected the half elf to go storm off and cry, but this? This was much more interesting.
She also had the suspicion that being caught following here would have higher stakes than anticipated. She paused for a moment, just a moment, to recenter herself. Silence was casted upon her boots (and out of habit, her gun), obscurity over her clothing. Up went her hood, leaving all but her lips concealed. At first, she considered following Chloe through the gaze of something else in the woods - her typical target were birds - but she ultimately deemed it too unreliable. No - she would continue to follow herself by foot. She was sure to breathe shallowly, step with purpose.
In a way, it was almost routine. After all, while she had only been here once before, she had, in a sense, been here many a time. Different woods, different prey, but the same concept rang true. Watching in silence. Her element.
Finding out what was written in her Adapa or who Chloe was talking to was likely a bridge already burned, but to find out where Chloe was heading off to with such purpose and secrecy, and more importantly, why, was still on the table. What was hiding in the woods that Chloe knew of that she did not? Or, perhaps, what was Chloe hiding, that she was trying to hide in the woods?
Hildegunde when she's voluntarily following the person who ultimately got poor Ciara into this fucking mess:
Hildegunde watches Chunji go, giving a low hum as he exits the classroom. His words hang in the air, heavy on Hildegunde's shoulders, even though she was not the subject of them.
"If you're sure, professor," the hunter says simply, shrugging her shoulders all too casually. Chunji had more or less said what she had on the mind, and seeing no reason to stick around or add insult to injury, she follows suite and exits the classroom.
The original plan was simple. She was hungry before class, and hungrier now still; she would leave to eat in the precious few minutes left.
But without particularly meaning to have at first, Hildegunde finds herself following Chloe, a few dozen paces ahead of her. With her usual aversion to the girl now overpowered by pity and confusion, the hunter's curiousity wins over her hunger. She retains her distance and follows the misty eyed girl, so as to give herself plausible deniability that she is not following if noticed. All the while, she tries to make sense of three things:
1) Where Chloe is headed off to
2) If she should even approach Chloe
And, more importantly
3) What the hell she was going to do next once and if she actually approached. Or, more aptly, how to talk to her without further angering her and getting pruned.
Her mind draws a blank. For now, she simply observes, all while pretending she has elsewhere to go.
"If you're sure, professor," the hunter says simply, shrugging her shoulders all too casually. Chunji had more or less said what she had on the mind, and seeing no reason to stick around or add insult to injury, she follows suite and exits the classroom.
The original plan was simple. She was hungry before class, and hungrier now still; she would leave to eat in the precious few minutes left.
But without particularly meaning to have at first, Hildegunde finds herself following Chloe, a few dozen paces ahead of her. With her usual aversion to the girl now overpowered by pity and confusion, the hunter's curiousity wins over her hunger. She retains her distance and follows the misty eyed girl, so as to give herself plausible deniability that she is not following if noticed. All the while, she tries to make sense of three things:
1) Where Chloe is headed off to
2) If she should even approach Chloe
And, more importantly
3) What the hell she was going to do next once and if she actually approached. Or, more aptly, how to talk to her without further angering her and getting pruned.
Her mind draws a blank. For now, she simply observes, all while pretending she has elsewhere to go.
I didn't get cake but I still had fun C: thanks everyone
@Nanaya, quick question before I finalize my post. Do you mean to have Chloe meet up with Otis and co? Or is she heading elsewhere?
@Nanaya, quick question before I finalize my post. Do you mean to have Chloe meet up with Otis and co? Or is she heading elsewhere?
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