[With each day that passes the situation on Leith only seems to intensify, streets that were once sedate and near-peaceful now filled with brimming violence, tempers that flare in the blink of an eye and blood spilled amidst the stalls that had been an oasis of genteel calm. Almost, almost, it makes him think of Westerley, that place so full of grit and grime that to turn a corner is to risk having one's throat opened up and no things haven't descended quite to those grim depths, but the word 'yet' hovers over everyone's heads as the food supplies become scarcer and scarcer, as fear makes its mark on what had been a near-idyllic moon.
So much the better, from Giovanni's perspective.
He's been left unsettled and shaken from the sudden upheaval, from discovering that the Dogs - himself, of course, among them - have been reassigned to this place where they were once considered too much of a risk to be permanently housed. There's still the quick shock like a snapped stem that had come from the injuries he'd sustained earlier in the week, the ones that hadn't immediately healed, the concern in him from knowing the nanotech that keeps him functioning had been temporarily compromised a cold and cutting thing. For the moment it's back online, his body in full working order, and the wounds sustained that night with julius neatly smoothed away, but the ugly surprise of it still stains his bones and pollutes his mind with an uncertainty he'd never ordinarily feel.
Not that it shows. As always, he's stoic and sinuous, filled with an outward composure that conceals the chaos within.
The patrol he's been sent on tonight, it has just as much to do with keeping a fractious hound from becoming too inert (and therefore bored, and therefore dangerous) as it is to ensure the continued safety of the citizens they walk among. He's not scheduled for a raid tonight, no resistance hunting for this weapon, and instead he walks the Lethian streets at the heels of a temporary Handler, assigned to whichever Enforcer had been available at the time.
It's Hijikata, then, who has the dubious pleasure of walking the Dog tonight.]
Hijikata - Leith - W10D5
So much the better, from Giovanni's perspective.
He's been left unsettled and shaken from the sudden upheaval, from discovering that the Dogs - himself, of course, among them - have been reassigned to this place where they were once considered too much of a risk to be permanently housed. There's still the quick shock like a snapped stem that had come from the injuries he'd sustained earlier in the week, the ones that hadn't immediately healed, the concern in him from knowing the nanotech that keeps him functioning had been temporarily compromised a cold and cutting thing. For the moment it's back online, his body in full working order, and the wounds sustained that night with julius neatly smoothed away, but the ugly surprise of it still stains his bones and pollutes his mind with an uncertainty he'd never ordinarily feel.
Not that it shows. As always, he's stoic and sinuous, filled with an outward composure that conceals the chaos within.
The patrol he's been sent on tonight, it has just as much to do with keeping a fractious hound from becoming too inert (and therefore bored, and therefore dangerous) as it is to ensure the continued safety of the citizens they walk among. He's not scheduled for a raid tonight, no resistance hunting for this weapon, and instead he walks the Lethian streets at the heels of a temporary Handler, assigned to whichever Enforcer had been available at the time.
It's Hijikata, then, who has the dubious pleasure of walking the Dog tonight.]