Snippet #2680757

Lune had been playing on her new 3DS. She had originally abhorred the things, but when she saw one lying abandoned on a bench at the park, just as it was about to rain, she had taken it home and in an uncharacteristic mood intending to get up early and head to the police station the next day.

Obviously, that's not how it turned out.

"No, no, no! Absol, dodge it, dodge it, dodge... AW!", she had whined, just as Valko came in. Having grown used to her unusual intensity while playing on the thing however, nobody said a word.

She looked up at her superior from her position on the couch as he started talking. To be honest, she didn't feel like it, she mused, but a murderer was a murderer, and if Valko saw it necessarily to intervene, despite probable police investigation, it was either a nasty one or a smart one. Possibly both.

"Are we going as a group, two groups or splitting up to fulfil the objectives?", she asked -hopeful- as she didn't want to deal with a demon so soon after the last one. Good fun he says, not only had the previous demon caught her on her own and wounded her nearly to the point of going into shadow stasis, but it had also destroyed one of her favourite dresses, and while she did feel like venting, she wasn't up to it. Even quick healing wasn't instantaneous healing.

Some might have called her weak for being hurt this badly, but Lune, while somewhat talented with her weapon, did not have a combat ability to make up for the raw difference in strength.

Well, so it was true in a way, her being weak, but she hated to be called out on it.