[It's quiet in Maurtia Falls today. On the surface, at least. But beneath her concrete husk the city teems with life, the whispers of the underground a rapid pulse driving her necessary components from one place to another.
Nobunaga is one such component for the better part of the morning, following up on information relating to some historical pieces that will be on display in a local museum later in the month. There are things there that interest him to take, but he wants to run the idea by the boss, first. Who knows? The Spiders could make a nice job of emptying out the exhibit, selling things off that they have no use for, and putting the resulting money towards charitable enterprises...
But it doesn't look like Chrollo is around when Nobu shows up at his place. It's just Nobu and his sword and the usual dark corners, stacks of books, and mountains of unpacked boxes. Which is fine. He can wait. Tend his katana in the meantime, making sure the blade is free of nicks or grooves, and that its cutting edge is hair-splitting—something he's done fairly often of late before the recent epidemic had wrapped itself up.
In fact, he does just that, parking his ass near one of the windows and settling in to work...but it's not long before he senses someone approaching. Someone whose mere presence gets his hackles up.]
[ S ] - Spider Nest : Chrollo's flat in Maurtia Falls
Nobunaga is one such component for the better part of the morning, following up on information relating to some historical pieces that will be on display in a local museum later in the month. There are things there that interest him to take, but he wants to run the idea by the boss, first. Who knows? The Spiders could make a nice job of emptying out the exhibit, selling things off that they have no use for, and putting the resulting money towards charitable enterprises...
But it doesn't look like Chrollo is around when Nobu shows up at his place. It's just Nobu and his sword and the usual dark corners, stacks of books, and mountains of unpacked boxes. Which is fine. He can wait. Tend his katana in the meantime, making sure the blade is free of nicks or grooves, and that its cutting edge is hair-splitting—something he's done fairly often of late before the recent epidemic had wrapped itself up.
In fact, he does just that, parking his ass near one of the windows and settling in to work...but it's not long before he senses someone approaching. Someone whose mere presence gets his hackles up.]