Well, this had been a relaxing jaunt through the market.
If Foster had been on his own, Tanyuu would have gone right past without another glance. She doesn't want to deal with him, he's not worth dealing with--frankly she's hoping he won't renew contract and just leave after his term at the carnival is up. It should be nearly time for that, if she's correct on her dates...but he isn't on his own. Ginko is there, talking to him, and Foster has far too many weapons close at hand for her to be at all comfortable.
(Seriously, who the fuck gave Foster van Denend a freaking scissor sword???)
"And what, exactly, is going on here, gentlemen?" Tanyuu's face is relatively even as she approaches, but the coldness of her gaze on Foster and the stiffness of her posture belies the fury simmering under the surface.
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If Foster had been on his own, Tanyuu would have gone right past without another glance. She doesn't want to deal with him, he's not worth dealing with--frankly she's hoping he won't renew contract and just leave after his term at the carnival is up. It should be nearly time for that, if she's correct on her dates...but he isn't on his own. Ginko is there, talking to him, and Foster has far too many weapons close at hand for her to be at all comfortable.
(Seriously, who the fuck gave Foster van Denend a freaking scissor sword???)
"And what, exactly, is going on here, gentlemen?" Tanyuu's face is relatively even as she approaches, but the coldness of her gaze on Foster and the stiffness of her posture belies the fury simmering under the surface.