Naturally with the Saturday midday arrived, the Golden Apple was swarming with patrons eager to sink their teeth into Kirschtaria’s creations. Having been fortunately there, Arturia had jumped to lend her services in aid before he and the waiting staff could be swamped by the plethora of orders It was in the midst of hauling out a recycling bag that Arturia had come across an individual tucked into the darkness, evident he’d rather not be perceived. His voice was hushed, but with their distance from the bustling behind brick wall and door, the girl could hear clearly enough to make out his end of the conversation.
And what a scheme he had.
Certain that such a scenario couldn’t be true, not in this city, she hadn’t the certainty that his plan could truly be what it turned out, clear as day, to be upon his clarification that it was a bomb. He was... preparing something terrible. A horrific act that would cost lives of any number. Since birth, a strong sense of justice had been drilled into her by her father, her brother’s influence. They might not have been part of the world anymore, but they would turn in their graves if she didn’t act. She’d never be able to live with herself. “Hey...”
her voice began uneasy, in need of mustering the courage to do what her father would have, as his daughter. She owed him that much. “HEY!” From the hiding place behind the dumpster, she stormed, throwing down the bag and eyes ablaze. “What the hell was that about?!”
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