[EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: anyone and everyone
Location all around town
Date: Night 180
Summary: Kill the sinners or run for your lives.
Warnings: Horror, potential gore and death. Please note more specific warnings in subject lines!

close we will live, dilly dilly
and when we die
both in one grave, dilly dilly
close we will lie

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[ecks]

[Ecks, too, is dressed head to toe in one color -- but hers is a mottled gray designed for very nearly this precise situation. Against snow she makes a dark blot, but against rubble she can be all but invisible now that she has shucked all the unnecessary gear weighing her down and ruining her camouflage. She knows this. She understands well how to leverage it.

It's Natasha's eyes that give her away, like the eyes of all sinners and infidels reveal them. Ecks takes her time in picking her way closer, moving from shadow to shadow at only the right moments. She is quiet, and she is so, so patient, and she already knows exactly where and how she will strike the fatal blows with her shovel.]

[redrooms]

[Natasha senses someone is following her eventually. Not immediately, but she picks up on tiny movements and just that feeling of someone watching her. For the moment, though, she doesn't react. She knows it's naive, but she's hoping whoever it is will give up and leave, or at least that they won't be violent. She's sick of fighting.]

[ecks]

[Ecks doesn't know she's been spotted, but all that means is that she continues to creep slowly, slowly closer rather than giving up on the element of surprise and attacking outright. This is just like they practiced. This is just like it used to be, apart from the shovel in her hand in place of a blade. And, just like before, she means to get nearly within striking distance before she charges, knowing that she must adjust her behavior for this difficult terrain.]

[redrooms]

[So, plan A didn't work. On to plan B.]

I know you're there. Come on out and let's get this over with.

[Either whoever is following her is trying to figure out if she's nuts, or they're planning on trying to kill her. She's really, really hoping for the former.]

[ecks]

[What gave her away? She had thought she was doing quite well.

Ecks isn't wise enough to the ways of the world to think of the possibility that her target might still not know the specific direction from which she'll come if she charges now. Instead, she slips out from her current hiding space without any fanfare, shovel in hand, and begins to advance slowly but openly.]

This can be done quickly.

[It's about the best offer she's going to make.]