from what i can remember the last time i played lnd (crying), she was busy gathering as much intel as she could in order to track down the eponymous organization that was presumably responsible for the terrorists attacks in the city, particularly the one that killed her peers with a well-hidden bomb. she'd been obsessed with the case ever since, practically begged her superiors to be allowed to investigate despite her mental state, and had barely slept and ate since. it'll all be worth it, though. she will find whoever is responsible and crush them with her own bare hands, and then...
well, she hasn't figured out what'll happen after that. but it's because of her restlessness that she didn't notice her intended target to walk past her, and she's slightly yanked backwards when an energy cuff links their wrists together. ]
Wh-- Kitten? [ bro that's so cringe... ] I don't have time for this. What are you even arresting me for?
[ because that's clearly what's happening here. totally. ]
[ sylus has to wonder if she intended for that question to be asked out loud, if just because of how outlandish it was in the grander scheme of things. hence, he can barely hold back an almost dark noise from the back his throat; not exactly a laugh, but not exactly a simple exhalation in breath either. despite her initial confusion, he looks at her with a deeper intensity, almost as if he were trying to peer into something deeper than she was permitting him to on the surface.
but, he decides now was too early to use his eye.
hence, he purposely tears his gaze away, instead finally opting to answer her question. ] Can you really call it that when you've walked directly into this trap? Or does it not count as one as long as you don't acknowledge it? [ he gives the handcuffs a tight tug, letting it drag her towards him.
his own eyes seem to scan over her body, as if trying to determine what her next step would be. would she pull out her weapon? would she raise her voice? attempt to push him away, despite the impossibility of it all, considering they were both literally attached to one another? almost as if attempting to encourage some sort of retaliation response from her, his other hand comes behind her, firmly pressing against the small of her back. ]
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from what i can remember the last time i played lnd (crying), she was busy gathering as much intel as she could in order to track down the eponymous organization that was presumably responsible for the terrorists attacks in the city, particularly the one that killed her peers with a well-hidden bomb. she'd been obsessed with the case ever since, practically begged her superiors to be allowed to investigate despite her mental state, and had barely slept and ate since. it'll all be worth it, though. she will find whoever is responsible and crush them with her own bare hands, and then...
well, she hasn't figured out what'll happen after that. but it's because of her restlessness that she didn't notice her intended target to walk past her, and she's slightly yanked backwards when an energy cuff links their wrists together. ]
Wh-- Kitten? [ bro that's so cringe... ] I don't have time for this. What are you even arresting me for?
[ because that's clearly what's happening here. totally. ]
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but, he decides now was too early to use his eye.
hence, he purposely tears his gaze away, instead finally opting to answer her question. ] Can you really call it that when you've walked directly into this trap? Or does it not count as one as long as you don't acknowledge it? [ he gives the handcuffs a tight tug, letting it drag her towards him.
his own eyes seem to scan over her body, as if trying to determine what her next step would be. would she pull out her weapon? would she raise her voice? attempt to push him away, despite the impossibility of it all, considering they were both literally attached to one another? almost as if attempting to encourage some sort of retaliation response from her, his other hand comes behind her, firmly pressing against the small of her back. ]