Since the night she'd been made whole, Chariklo had felt like she was drifting. Trying to get used to the new way of things. It had taken time. Time to adjust, time to heal, time to think and plan and act.

But tonight, she felt back on solid ground. She was out patrolling and hoping to run into a youma or one of the officers of the Negaverse. She was better now. Nowhere as conflicted. And she was going to smash every one of those ******** like the insects they were.

She'd opted for the park. She preferred it's openess to the mess of rooftops that was her other option for prowling. Besides, she thought as she knelt to scoop up a fallen branch, it's easier to find a makeshift weapon out here.

Not that she was expecting to have to use it, but better to be prepared.

Syrie
See? I remembered!

Eventually....