i've been wandering in the dark about as long as sin

[fingerbang]

WHO: Pitch Black (closetshark) and Lust (fingerbang)
WHERE: The (not particularly) mean streets of Heropa
WHEN: BACKDATED A BILLION YEARS to whenever the first week for March assignments was! somewhere a few days in, probably.
WHAT: One of those billion logs where Lust and someone else walk around being smug and creepy while horrifying civilians! But this time, it's for the government.
WARNINGS: gross weirdos being gross and weird

[ I shall find you after sunset -- those were his words, and if he plans on sparing her the trouble of tracking him down Lust's not about to protest. Accordingly, she only stops by residence #13 long enough to change clothes. By the time the first hint of orange tinges the sky, she's long gone.

She sits on a bus stop bench near the center of town, wearing her real dress for once (albeit with a stupid light cardigan that's more for concealment than anything else.) Since the moon has yet to rise, the only light remaining is a dim, residual pink reflected off the bellies of the clouds -- certainly not enough to justify the newspaper that still lies open in her lap. There's no smile on her face and no frown, no distinct emotion at all. Only calm anticipation. ]

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[closetshark]

[Pitch's arrival is all but silent, the soft sound of displaced air from him turning solid covered by the passing of a car as he steps quite literally from the shadow thrown by the bench she sat on.]

You know, you look horrendously suspicious with that newspaper. Three people were afraid you were going to mug them.

[He's hoping to at least startle her a bit, bent slightly over her to examine one of the headlines.]

[fingerbang]

[ The image of concentration, in truth, is no less deliberately constructed than the rest of her manner. Lust doesn't understand precisely what Pitch is, nor what he's capable of, but she recognizes well enough that he's not a creature to be underestimated. While her eyes stay on the page, all of her other senses are focused on the area around her, trying to anticipate his arrival.

That said, all that means is that Pitch's presence by itself is no surprise; she still doesn't actually hear him coming! The sudden sense of another presence invading her personal space comes in the same moment she hears his voice. It makes her start, momentarily, her shoulderblades hiking up and drawing together under the thin material of the cardigan, but Lust's self-discipline is stronger and stricter than the force of her surprise. Within a few seconds she's once again assumed the image, at least, of relaxation. ]

Three people are idiots, then. [ Lust looks up and over her shoulder, not bothering to hide her curiosity. ] With judgment like that, it's no wonder heroes are necessary. They make such easy victims of themselves.

[ She's silent for a moment, and the sides of her mouth curl up slightly. It's not really anything that could be described as a smile. ]

Good evening.

[closetshark]

They always have and likely always will be.

[There's a soft shift of noise as he moves from behind her in to the shadows and reappears sitting beside her.]

It is good, pleasantly cool and with amusing company. What is our first stop of the night then, oh leader?