[Such as luck would be. It made perfect sense that someone else would seek out the one, seemingly empty cottage. The pickings seemed decidedly slim, considering the... variety of individuals around. To say nothing of Adora and Catra.]
[But a note, penned so elegantly and politely was a promising sign. Perhaps she would have her quiet after all. Not that Shadow Weaver was given long to contemplate it; her housemate seemed to be arriving not long after her discovery of the message.]
[She still has it in hand, actually, clutched in grey fingers and too-pointed nails. She's likely not what Tseng expected, a tall woman with her strange (some-what singed) robes, and bandages wrapped around the entirety of her face. A pair of the cheap, tacky sunglasses from the store really complete the look, as did the limp hair framing them.]
[And judging by the groceries...]
Tseng, I presume?
[The low, enunciated voice really must add to the "I went dumpster diving behind a fire-bombed clown store" style.]
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Date: 2020-11-10 06:00 am (UTC)[Such as luck would be. It made perfect sense that someone else would seek out the one, seemingly empty cottage. The pickings seemed decidedly slim, considering the... variety of individuals around. To say nothing of Adora and Catra.]
[But a note, penned so elegantly and politely was a promising sign. Perhaps she would have her quiet after all. Not that Shadow Weaver was given long to contemplate it; her housemate seemed to be arriving not long after her discovery of the message.]
[She still has it in hand, actually, clutched in grey fingers and too-pointed nails. She's likely not what Tseng expected, a tall woman with her strange (some-what singed) robes, and bandages wrapped around the entirety of her face. A pair of the cheap, tacky sunglasses from the store really complete the look, as did the limp hair framing them.]
[And judging by the groceries...]
Tseng, I presume?
[The low, enunciated voice really must add to the "I went dumpster diving behind a fire-bombed clown store" style.]