Attack •º• Chaerin&Erika
The sun was shining, the wind was cold, and the people were out and about for a day in the town. Why wouldn’t they be? It was one of the less cold days the area had seen in a week or so, and besides, when had the weather ever been a reason that kept the population indoors? Even in the worst of snowfall, there were always people out on errand. Days were necessity, and people needed to tend to their business. Chaerin was the same, though she was outside the academy gates on the rare whim she had for a little visit to some shops she’d been to before on several occasions and actually really enjoyed. Her first stop had been the bookstore that Yoseob had taken her to way back when she had been a new face at the academy. A few hours in the bookstore, and she’d emerged with a brown paper shopping bag that held the three hardcover books she’d purchased for reading later when she got home. It felt like a good day already, and instead of making her way back to the academy, the angel found that it would add even more good feeling to her day if she stopped by the little bakery and coffee shop for a warm brew and a sweet treat. She could even start reading up on one of the books while she enjoyed her food. So, without further ado, she quickly changed directions and headed onto a less-crowded street that was a good distance from the main roads. It was still daytime anyway, and by the time night came, she’d probably be inside the coffee shop. Well, it wasn’t perfectly well-lit out there, but the sky was still majority orange and red with the setting sun. With a sigh, Chaerin switched the paper bag to her other hand and continued on. Being a guardian angel with plenty of experience with unpleasant situations, she was quick to pick up on something that didn’t feel quite right. There was darkness that followed the setting sun a few yards away, but she could see what lurked from behind sheltered spots of a nearby playground. She couldn’t make out specific details yet, but it was in her system that an alarm went off in warning. Nice people, of any kind, didn’t stare from distances without so much as moving. The angel didn’t want a scene out in the city, so she just made off at a quicker pace as though she hadn’t seen them. Them, because there was more than one. If they attacked, she’d be forced into action.
