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Nightshift 38: Recreational Field

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She almost wished that she hadn't went last night. Because standing in this field again, in the same place she had been when she felt Hitsugaya die, was surreal. There was no one out here this time--no people, no kids, no mourning Shinigami, no virgin-eating birds. Just the chilly wind. She wrapped her arms around herself, shifting her flashlight and spear.

Senna moved close next to the buliding, hiding in the shadows and peering upwards. No birds so far. Maybe they'd be lucky. That guy better not show her up. Though she had to admit, wearing her Shinigami uniform was a lot warmer than the stupid outfit they gave everybody. And at least there was no more damn smiley face staring at her.

[Waiting for Reid down here.]

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A hiss of pleasure escaped Argilla's lips when the pickaxe struck, punching it's way through flesh and bone and sending it flying over to one side. She kept her eyes on the other dog as she moved towards it's fallen companion, watching it with hungry yellow eyes. She stood over the injured dog and then, without remorse, swung the pickaxe down towards it's head, intending to smash it's skull and kill it as quickly and efficiently as possible. She didn't have time for theatrics and fancy work.

Though the wounded dog struggled to rise to its feet again, standing was difficult when a good-sized section of its middle had just been ripped open. It snarled angrily at Argilla despite the pain, though, even as its paws scrabbled vainly against the grass, the sound only cut off when the pickaxe descended and drove what remnant of life remained in its body.

The other dog lunged at the same time as the strike, judging its prey to be distracted enough then. Its wounded hind leg might have taken some of the force out of its leap, but its teeth were still sharp and jaws still powerful as it went for the woman's neck.

The sudden cessation of the sound make a cold smile curl across Argilla's lips and it was an effort not to lean down there and then and begin to feed on it while it was still warm. But there was another dog waiting and she'd never been one to ignore threats in favour of mindless devouring.

It leapt for her and she hissed in irritation, raising an arm to ward it away from her throat. And if the arm that was raised was longer than it should have been, and blood red, and too thin to get a good mouthful out of, then what of it?

The dog gave a sharp yelp as it wrenched itself out of the way, realizing that something was certainly not...right. It landed somewhat awkwardly on the ground again, its leg giving way for half a second under the impact before it straightened again.

It scrambled back slightly, half-crouched as it growled at the woman, saliva dribbling in long strings from its bared teeth. Hunger throbbed within at every heartbeat, pushing it forward despite the danger posed by this woman; all it could think of was the blood it could smell coursing under her skin.

And so after that moment's hesitation it charged again, more obviously favoring its hind leg as it made one last attack, this time driving toward a leg. It intended to knock her down, drag her to the ground where it could deal with her more easily.

Argilla watched dispassionately as the dog twisted and fell, recognising the way that it avoiding using one leg, the way that it yelped as it fell. A weakness that she could exploit if she needed to. Good to know.

In the moment that it took the dog to move, Argilla lashed out, the whip arm of Prithvi extending lightning fat to try and wrap around the dog's throat, the sharp spikes on her hand giving it a deadly grip so that she could draw it in or choke the life out of it.

This time the dog didn't even have the chance to yelp before its breath was cut off. It immediately began to thrash about in an attempt to free itself, its previous intent of attacking the woman superceded by the threat to its very survival.

Argilla held on tightly even with the dog thrashing against the hold that she had on it. She moved forward, bringing herself closer to the dog and with her free hand grabbed it by the back of the head, figging her nails into rotting flesh before giving it a quick, sharp twist.

The dog struggled as fiercely as it could, jaws snapping in a vain attempt to take hold of the arm holding it, paws digging at the grass as it tried to fight against being pulled closer.

It simply wasn't strong enough, though, to avoid its inevitable fate. There was a sharp crack as its neck twisted, its spine severing instantly and leaving its rotting corpse to sag into true death.

The fight between what appeared to be a dog and yet another patient had not escaped Mercury. The pair had been too engaged to notice her, and since the dog had not succeeded in dissuading the patient from their goal, she hoped the thick, icy mist she had just called up to blanket the area would do the trick. The lowered visibility would assist her should the need arise, and hopefully hinder the other patient.

The demon hissed triumphantly when she felt the dog's neck snap and felt the wriggling of the creature die down. Once it was dead, she dropped the corpse, letting her arm return to normal before she reached down and grabbed the body by the scruff of its neck, holding it beneath one arm. Ignoring the cold mist which seemed to be filling the field, she headed back over to the other corpse and grabbed that too before heading over towards the building again. The corner furthest from the door was shady and out of the way and that was where she headed. She dropped one of the carcasses and then tore into the second one with apparent relish, tearing through flesh and bone and leaving bloody smears across her hands and face and clothing.

Mercury was tracking the movements of the female on her computer while running an analysis. It appeared that she was...eating? Mercury grimaced, slightly disturbed. Well, at least the patient had moved back toward the building. Hopefully she was only after a midnight snack and would go back inside afterwards. She'd wait and see before taking further action.

The demon ate ravenously, its hunger never able to be completely sated, no matter how much it devoured. Even if it gorged enough to give it a stomach ache, then it would be hungry again soon after. The first dog was soon gone, only a few scant scatterings of bone pieces and flecks of blood and skin on the grass displaying that it had ever existed. Argilla wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and then licked it clean with a delicate pink tongue before pulling the second corpse towards her.

The second dog didn't last long either, and it wasn't anywhere near enough to sate her hunger, even temporarily, but it was enough to bring sense back into her mind and ward off the demon for a little while. Perhaps even a couple of days if she didn't expend too much energy.

But once they were done she stood up, licking the blood from her lips and hands and then heading towards the door. She was supposed to meet Roland wasn't she? It was too cold out here anyway. Too dark to see the prey. They might have more luck inside.

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