girl, you made the right mistake

[hairpine]

[Hello London, it's been a while. Valentine's Day approaches at a breakneck speed. Do you know where your children are?

One Michielaine can actually just be found at her usual cafe, working diligently at her homework. Sorta. Kinda. As diligently as she ever does, I mean.

But on the other side of town, making her way through the back alleyways, is a young lady who some may recognize as Margaret. Whether this is for the best or not is sort of up in the air, considering she is, for some reason or another, covered in blood. But she goes through the alleys at a leisurely pace -- less concerned with getting caught and more with scaring someone.

Not that she's all that concerned with that either.

Alternately, there's just some redheaded gent leaving a local bookstore with a rather large stack. All the titles are obscured.]

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Marge

[leviathaned]

...[I was coming home and what is this.] ...Is this something I should be worried about?

[virinosa]

[Hey guess who you just ran into michipapa?

if you guessed 'a tiny unassuming-looking irish kid', you're...actually kind of frightening, but also right!]

Uwaah...!

[virinosa]

[While we're in timeywimey, Michi guess who's reading your homework over your shoulder?]

Poor Margaret--wait no

[birdenesque]

[She gets a wonderful time wandering around the back alleys and being creepy. It lasts a while! Until she gets plastered out of nowhere from a girl dropping from above. Probably jumped off of an upper floor. Or the roof. Or she's been following and came out now. Either way, it can be filed as "ooh impressive" that someone with a skirt and stiletto boots jumped from that high and landed unharmed.

Her hair is a wild bird's nest and her smile is sunshine and Margaret has a Russian girl plastering her personal space.] Was it a human? Is there any left? Where is it?! Tell me!

[The sparkly eyes here mean 'pleeeaaaase'.]