Taya was slowly walking on the sidewalk, listening in on conversations of people around her. It was a small vice she had started back when she was still a hunter, a way to find the rumors and small signs that nobody else would get. A man and a woman were arguing, but it was pretty clear that the reason was as petty as their argument. Two boys were arguing as well, and though their conversation didn't appear to be related to any supernatural activity, it got her attention non the less.
[i]"All I'm saying is that he isn't a hero!"[/i] The blackhaired kid gestured wildly to support his words.
[i]"What do you mean he's not a hero? He tried to fight of all these monsters on his own... It's not his fault number 189 defeated him!"[/i] The ginger boy seemed perplexed with the words of his friend, convinced as he was that he was right.
[i]"And why did he fight all those monsters alone? He had a perfectly fine team waiting to help him, he screwed up cause he was too proud to ask for help! He killed those people by trying to deal with it alone!"[/i]
If the other boy had a good answer to that, she wouldn't have been able to hear it, as the boys were too far away now. How poetic. The distressed heroine walks over the street and hears a conversation that fits her situation exactly. If this had been a movie she would have called bullshit right this moment.
Guess situations like that aren't that far besides the truth then.
Pridefull... Well that described her pretty well. She grinned for a while, then sighed when she reached into her pocket to get her mobile phone.
Call or text...
Guess it wouldn't hurt to call.
[i]"Hello? It's me... Taya. I eh- I might need some help..."[/i]