Starter for esto-perpetuum
Her boots sloshed through cavernous puddles that littered the street, already drenched uniform only being soaked further. Not that it mattered, not anymore, at least, if only for the fact that with the added insult of the torrential rain, she would likely have a cold as a result of this tempest. So why, upon noting the inclement conditions, had she been chosen to go out on a late night patrol? Thunder rumbled, potentially threatening lightning as Seiki traversed the near soulless streets, bespectacled gaze peering into the murky gazed caused by the harshly illuminating street lights every so often. Cold, she was cold. As a gist of wind whipped past her, and partially sliced into her soaked uniform, she shivered violently in a pathetic attempt to warm herself. Briefly, she wished she possessed that red aura that HOMRA's clansmen boasted, momentarily envying their potential to create life-saving heat. Don't mind that, came a mental chastisement, focus on your work. With some difficulty, she whipped her head to all directions, eying the hooded alleyway corners for any suspicious figures. Then, through the veil of pounding rain, she heard the wet, hammer like thuds of shoes running through water. Tilting her head, she halted in her patrol, and appraised one alley to the left of her. For a moment, she thought she saw a blur. However, forthcoming action was tentative as she strode closer, progress hindered by the deep pools of frigid water. "Who's there?" She called out, allowing silence to answer for some time. No answer, only the steady downpour of merciless rain. Biting her lip, she stepped into the darkness, looking back only once at the light laden streets before giving chase. Perhaps it was the Strain?
