The Street Between the Rocky Bits and the Park, Thursday Evening

[alreadyhollow]

The going was slow when you were a fifteen-foot monstrosity made of fire and molten stone. Or, rather, it felt that way. Every movement was a slow, deliberate one, but the extra height made up for it. One could clear a lot of road in a single step, when one was as tall as some of the buildings in town, after all.

So, what was the fifteen-foot monstrosity doing wandering the streets of town? If anybody asked Jonothon - and let's be real, most sane people probably wouldn't bother to try to strike up a conversation with him in the first place, and the island didn't typically have many of those left - he'd say he was doing patrols. Keeping an open psionic eye to be certain the hollows weren't wandering too close to the park. If you pressed him for a better answer, he might even give in and admit that curiosity had won out, that yesterday's flickers of sunshine and the wealth of new minds around the island today had him straying from the rocky bits mostly because... well... he needed to know.

But, of course, the going was slow. Not that he was in any particular hurry. It wasn't like the people here were going to be leaving any time soon, after all.

[OOC: Lumbering Giant meandering down Loon Drive, as one does. Open!]

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[alreadyhollow]

//Same place as always. New people are about, though,// Jono sighed. //Plenty of those.//

Almost too many, though he didn't imagine they'd be around for long.

[verzauberth.livejournal.com]

Hanna looked thoughtful, and then said, "Hunt people?" Always good to check, yup.

[alreadyhollow]

Jono's neck made heavy, grinding, creaking sounds as he swung his head back and forth, shaking his head 'no.'

//Friend people. Innocents, mostly.//

Fodder, more like.

[verzauberth.livejournal.com]

Hanna gave a slow nod back; she still spoke body-language better than any other language left in her mind. "/Herd them to park. Give food. Run./" Mostly in German, with some Russian mixed in there. "/Looking for extra. You want? Anything?/"

[alreadyhollow]

That was fine enough. Jono knew German. And he'd spoken to Hanna enough over the years to pick up the rest.

//No, but thank you. I've already got plenty.//

Really, Jono missed trousers more than he missed food, at this point. Did Hanna have any idea how difficult it was to find ones that fit a man his size? Granted, he didn't exactly need clothes in this form, but...

Well, it was a nice thought.

[verzauberth.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Hanna said easily, slipping back into English again. She strapped on her weapons, quickly and efficiently. "Don't get caught. Verboten. Return here."

That was the only other thing she remembered to remember: fly back to the nest when the hunting was done.

[alreadyhollow]

//Don't get caught,// Jono echoed. //If anybody can manage it, it's you.//

He worried about her. And he ached to think just how much time she had left.

Just like everyone.

Just like far too many.