[ The truth of the matter is that Misa doesn't particularly mind the position she's been given. Yes, being a lookout like this is quite dangerous. They're like the first line of defense, aren't they? Perhaps it's because she's weak among her companions that she feels doubly pressured to perform well, to use the eyes she's traded so much for so that they may succeed.
However, it does get a bit more... nerve-wracking, at night. Especially whenever she and the other lookouts split up. Any of her fellow Kenoma are only a communion call away, so even Misa is allowed to venture around on her own, straining her eyes in the dim light for any sense of trouble. When one comes - a rustling in the leaves - she quickly draws an ornate knife from the sheath strapped to her thigh, stopping where she is and scanning the area wildly. It's only then that her eyes reveal to her the identity of who's there, and while her blade lowers a few inches, it stays brandished in front of her. ]
Abel...? Is that you?
[ Her voice sounds shaky, quiet, uncertain— she's sure that must be him there, but... is there anyone else there with him? Is this a trap? Suddenly, she's wondering if she should be focusing more on calling for back-up. One of her hands strays to her chest, drawing her black-tinted shard into the palm of her hand. Though she makes no further motion, staring hard at where his silhouette must be. ]
✦ closed to ABEL
However, it does get a bit more... nerve-wracking, at night. Especially whenever she and the other lookouts split up. Any of her fellow Kenoma are only a communion call away, so even Misa is allowed to venture around on her own, straining her eyes in the dim light for any sense of trouble. When one comes - a rustling in the leaves - she quickly draws an ornate knife from the sheath strapped to her thigh, stopping where she is and scanning the area wildly. It's only then that her eyes reveal to her the identity of who's there, and while her blade lowers a few inches, it stays brandished in front of her. ]
Abel...? Is that you?
[ Her voice sounds shaky, quiet, uncertain— she's sure that must be him there, but... is there anyone else there with him? Is this a trap? Suddenly, she's wondering if she should be focusing more on calling for back-up. One of her hands strays to her chest, drawing her black-tinted shard into the palm of her hand. Though she makes no further motion, staring hard at where his silhouette must be. ]