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| http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... atable.png); background-position:top; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> y halo thar! X3 500+ ___Rikka had scoured every building in Lunenburg to find things to decorate her new little shack and home with, but everything she had wanted hadn't been available in the town. There was only one place that she knew she'd be able to find the rest of the things she desired: Halifax. Still, the thought of leaving Cour des Miracles unaccompanied made her unbelievably nervous. It didn't help that Dahlia de Mai's territory butted right onto the edges of the city. She didn't know that the war had ended, but if she had known that the madman was running loose now it would have made her fear like she hadn't since arriving in her new home. Rikka had debated what to do the night before frantically, unable to come to a solid decision. Finally she had decided to go, but she had also found an old knife to take with her. She had placed the small blade in her satchel where it would be easily reachable. However, as much as it made her feel more secure it made a sick feeling sit in the pit of her stomach. The woman hated having any sort of weapon on her. She prayed to the Mother that she wouldn't have any need to use it. ___Early in the morning she had set out towards the city, her eyes flicking nervously all over the place, nose alert for any sign of Dahlia or Haku. Her hands clutched to the strap of her bag as she entered the city, the imposing buildings doing nothing for her state of mind. Silently as she could manage she searched for what she wanted: a bead curtain for the entrance of the shack and a large tie dye sheet to use as a canopy out front of it. Each noise made her jump and her hand would dart into her bag, grabbing the handle of the knife hidden inside. Thankfully though they had all been false alarms and she had heaved a great sigh afterwords, her hand shaking as it let go of the weapon. ___After a few hours she found what she had come for and had shoved them in her bag which now bulged out awkwardly with the ungainly items. Strolling with a bit more confidence down the streets an all too familiar and tantalizing scent came to her nose. With all of her nerves over coming to the city she had completely forgot what day it was! Rurik had told her that he'd be coming to the city to celebrate and she figured that it was surely him that she was scenting. A small smile lifting her lips she made out in the direction of the fragrance of marijuana, it pulling her in like an old friend. ___It wasn't long that the little bonfire and gathering of couches came into sight. Sure enough it was her Russian friend, but more than that, her cousin Anselm as well! There was also two other males from Inferni that she didn't recognize and a third that she couldn't catch a whiff of quite yet. Rikka walked up to the gathering and as she entered the rough "u" she caught the distinct scent of Dahlia from the other golden man. More than that though, his musk was similar to Haku's...too similar. Her face melted into a neutral mask that was strained. Golden eyes darted to Anselm and the other Inferni members, wondering why they didn't seem more tense with the Dahlian male around. Swallowing nervously she quickly took a seat near Rurik and she had no doubt that anyone near her would be able to sense her barely masked distress. |