( log 01. 🔮 open / locked. )

[thricefold]

Who: Zita and you.
When: Through February 12 and the rest of the month of February.
Where: The Queen's Residence and around the city.
What: Activities.
Warnings: None at the moment.

[ it'll be a busy time for zita. promises to keep. meetings to attend. people to meet, whether it's the first time or the third time this month. looking back, she's surprised by all the things she's going to do, but she strengthens her resolve to see all her things through.

if there's one thing she's proud of, it's her ability to keep her word.

that said... she does wonder what the days ahead will have in store for her as she begins to prepare for the day. will she make new friends? learn new things? reaffirm some thoughts she's had since her arrival? what will be in store for her and others in this brave new world they're in?

there's only one way to find out. ]

[ ooc; an all-month log! in the comments are top-levels that pertain to the events that will occur for zita during the month. i will note which are open and which are locked to specific players.

if you would like a your own locked top-level or want to plot something, feel free to hit up my hmd or my plurk over at prognostic! ]

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[kesi]

[In the bad turn of events, it may have felt like ages passed. But Takame was inside the very instant he heard Zita. With no regard for what the dark-clothed person's reason was or what could have happened, he charged straight for them like a freight train, grabbing them by the throat and slamming them hard against the nearest wall. All Takame saw in this person was a threat.

From the pathetic gasps they let out, it was clear just how tight of a hold Takame had on them. He only needed his dominant hand to restrain them while his right slowly drew his blade out. As if he needed to give more warning.

His teeth were barred, gaze drilling into this assailant as if he were a harbinger of death. And he would be one had it not been for a past request, and the priority of his escort's well-being.]

Are you alright, Zita?

[thricefold]

I’m fine! I’m fine, I promise.

[ zita rubs her forearm, already feeling the bruise develop on her skin. she can focus on healing it later. right now—

she looks over to where takame has the robber pinned to the wall.. the robber is, no doubt, a man, judging by his build and voice as he please for mercy. zita feels her body tense up when she sees takame pull his weapon out. ]

Please— No violence. We already have the upper hand here. Let me— Let me check on Miss Caye.

[ she heads to where the woman — miss caye — had been thrown to the floor. zita checks her for wounds, quietly inquiring about what had happened. caye is quick to tell her story:

he was robbing me, the woman gasps, tears glittering in her dark eyes. though the room is dark, there’s no hiding the way she rubs her neck and the way her voice croaks from pain. he forced his way in when he pretended to be a customer. stole my earnings. he was strangling me to make sure no one knew and i was so scared—

the jeweller bursts into tears, sobbing against zita. she looks painfully younger compared to takame and zita, more so as she cries and curls up next to the much older woman. ]

[kesi]

[He is relieved when Zita says she's alright, but his grip on the robber's neck doesn't get any more loose. He still assaulted not one, but two innocent women. That would not stand with Takame. It was only because Zita pleaded to him that the violence stop that Takame didn't run the assailant through. Instead, he put his weapon away, finally loosening his grip just enough that the robber wouldn't die from strangulation. Though if what the Jeweler said was any indication, it would have been very ironic for him wouldn't it?

When he heard how scared the Jeweler was, saw how young she looked, likely not much younger than his sister of twenty and two summers, all he wanted was to continue to choke this man out. But that would only gain more fear, and would go against what his escort wanted. Still keeping him pinned to the wall, Takame's expression softened as he looked back to the two women.]

You're safe now. He is in no position to hurt you anymore.

[thricefold]

[ the young woman nods, barely able to say anything as she lets it all out through her tears while she continues to seek comfort from zita. judging by the harsh marks on her neck, it'll be awhile before she can gather the strength (and courage) to speak up again.

meanwhile zita looks around to get a better understanding of her surroundings, just in case, and she sees some rope on the floor. ah, she realises with some distaste and discomfort roiling in her upset stomach, that must have been used to either tie her up or to possibly... ]

Here- [ with a huff of effort, zita - after she carefully sets the jeweller to rest on one side of her body, allowing an arm to be free to reach and grab the rope - tosses the bundle to takame's way. she can only hope it lands close enough to him. ] Use that to tie him up.

One of us should get a guard here so they can help us, if possible. [ there's an urge to handle this by themselves, like how she used to do so back in the carnival with the others if one of them was wronged. but this isn't the midnight carnival. this is a city and it has laws - laws she agreed to follow and will follow if she can. ]