un; crowhunter

[crowsfeat]

Name: Eileen the Crow
Date: Feb 2nd
Format: voice

[ The first sound heard is a small, almost breathless chuckle, one that didn't even seem to be particularly directed at anything, and sounded neither purposeful or nervous. Strange, really. But eventually, after some breathing, a voice spoke... ]

Clever little device... The Arcane can work some truly ingenious things, even under a different blanket of stars as I find myself beneath...

Leads one to wonder just what sort of power fuels it. Well... Almost, anyways.

[ There was that chuckle again. Nothing she said was particularly amusing, not even to herself, and once more, it felt just... oddly instantaneous, inspired by nothing. ]

I suppose I've just two questions, curiosities, to ask then.

The first; where can a Hunter find work?

The second; I'd rather not lose my head to beasthood, but a bond seems a bit much to ask for the moment. Are there any particularly effective sedatives in this town? Or those willing to create them?

Comments

[crowsfeat]

A noble inclination, to be sure. As for me, I haven't that same attachment.

[ And boy was that a Fucking Complicated subject to have to think about. ]

Settling in well, are you? Despite that sentiment, I mean.

[stopfen]

[Yeah... Mikasa was going to skip that as well because she wasn't sure if she still had one now. There's a huff of air.]

I guess. I have somewhere to live. I need a job before the festival ends though. I don't think people will be as generous after that.

[crowsfeat]

I am at least used to not having a roof over me. I imagine I'll do well enough here, for the time being.

[ At least until that 'nesting' instinct kicks in, that she dreads. ]

If you can find work, put in a good word for this old woman, would you?

[stopfen]

I've been outside this time of year before. It's not... [People were lost to the cold. But the woman had been well dressed.]

I will. But I don't think they'll be anything like what you've asked for in the city.

[crowsfeat]

I aim to not be the sort of person you have to worry about. [ A chuckle, about Mikasa's comments on the weather. Trust her, girl, she's seen well worse. Cainhurst is hell on the joints. ]

And you may be right about my skills not being very useful. Sadly, conventional employment is.... difficult, for someone like me.

[stopfen]

[Mikasa just hums back.]

I'll let you know.

[And that's it.]