Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150905030041/@comment-25686329-20150908025632

Nietzsche blew out a puff of fire, a small, red cylindrical tendril of flame, just enough to light up the surrounding area. He was sitting in the courtyard on a low-ish wall, his feet propped up. His headphones were in.

Music.

Ugh, without it, he had no idea how he'd be able to continue this pained portion of a soon-to-be-more-painful life. It was all he had, one of the few things that gave him an escape.

Something blurred to the edge of Nietzsche's vision. Something on the tower.

Somebody else was out here.

Meh, not his problem.

Then again, if they came over here...

- - -

Anomaly waited at the bottom of the tower.

She had been studying Aria's comings and goings for some time, and was convinced there was some scientific significance behind them. Perhaps she was a probe, some kind of unspeakable pawn designed to gather information at night.

She really didn't know what her plan was. Talk to Aria, maybe? See what the instruments read?

She was going to wing it. Until then, she was content to sit there, patiently, methodically waiting, and occaisonally looking up to gauge the distance.

She regretted looking upwards as soon as she did, accidentally seeing up the dress of the descending Aria.

Huegh.

She shook her head. All in the name of science, she supposed.