[In some ways, these two aren't very different. Anathema, always moving, always making plans and goals and striving forward like any strong-minded heroine who's tested herself against an apocalypse; and Sal, an unstoppable force of nature, always moving forward with a will of iron, finding herself again and again in every struggle and every fierce battle.
These two like to stay busy, in other words, and today's no different. No, Sal doesn't want to sit around and fuss about the results of her Valentine's effort. Spending time holed up with Cecelia in the library, trying to piece together this gift, was a nerve-wracking struggle in itself. She prefers to set her mind on something with immediate, tangible results. Like these heartless who've been pestering her city, for instance—who can dole out a better ass-kicking than yours truly?
So that's where the message finds her, just after she's hunted down more of these strange shadows, cutting them apart with her sword (good old Jeff, always the best company), watching as they dissipate like a cloud of dark smoke. Nox was right, it's damn unsatisfying to watch, really.
But her phone lets out a chirp and her attention moves elsewhere. Once Sal sees who the message is from...the smile happens on its own, but standing up here on a Maurtia Falls rooftop, it gives her a strange sense of déjà vu.]
Hey, what's going on?
[For one tiny, brilliant moment, she's completely clueless.]
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These two like to stay busy, in other words, and today's no different. No, Sal doesn't want to sit around and fuss about the results of her Valentine's effort. Spending time holed up with Cecelia in the library, trying to piece together this gift, was a nerve-wracking struggle in itself. She prefers to set her mind on something with immediate, tangible results. Like these heartless who've been pestering her city, for instance—who can dole out a better ass-kicking than yours truly?
So that's where the message finds her, just after she's hunted down more of these strange shadows, cutting them apart with her sword (good old Jeff, always the best company), watching as they dissipate like a cloud of dark smoke. Nox was right, it's damn unsatisfying to watch, really.
But her phone lets out a chirp and her attention moves elsewhere. Once Sal sees who the message is from...the smile happens on its own, but standing up here on a Maurtia Falls rooftop, it gives her a strange sense of déjà vu.]
Hey, what's going on?
[For one tiny, brilliant moment, she's completely clueless.]