Stalking Sonico

[sonicosuper]

Sonico didn't have work that day but she did have various things to do out and about. Around Attleton, however, Sonico did not seem her usual calm and collected self. She walked with more urgency, always looking over her shoulder, sometimes stopping just to stare around her as though listening or watching very carefully for something. Or someone.

*Just an opportunity for those that know about her birthday to give their birthday wishes. Sonico has probably only revealed the date of her birthday to her housemates, Sakuya, Ayame, and Namur. However, anyone else may have perhaps heard through the grapevine* 
 
Happy Birthday, Sonico. 21 years old - a real big deal for some people. But Sonico doesn't enjoy being the centre of attention (despite what she does for a living) so not many people know it's her birthday. Mobius, however, is one person who does know, and he's offered to take her out, much to her delight. She was so excited that she had forgotten all about her fears of the previous day - she was definitely sure that someone had been following her.

On her doorstep there was a large bouquet of flowers - how thoughtful! Who are they from? Her name is large in red writing on the envelope. Inside, the card features a message but no name of the sender:

Sonico, I hope these flowers make you happy.
I want to smell your happiness. I want to feel it on your flesh.
Only I can make you happy, Sonico. Only me. Only me. Only me. Only me.

Unnerved, Sonico pushed the card back into the basket, and started briskly on her way to meet Mobius. She was desperate to get to him now, knowing he could keep her safe, and he'd help her forget about the crawling fear that was beginning to claw deeper inside of her. 

Because, on her walk to meet him, she was sure she could hear footsteps following her own as her heeled boots click clacked on the pavements. She was sure that every time she stopped, those footsteps stopped. Her device rang out and she answered in swiftly in alarm, only to be met by a deep and heavy breathing: "Where are you going, Sonico? Stay with me. Let me make you happy. Let me know your flesh, Sonico. You are all mine, you know. Only mine. All for me. All for me." Her hands shook and she all but threw her phone away. No. She needed to get to Mobius, as quickly as possible.

Despite her quickening footsteps, her long strides almost as fast as a jog, Sonico was sure that the horrible, wet breathing was just behind her. So close she could almost feel it. As she walked she was aware of the thudding in her chest and the tears starting in her eyes. At least she was almost at her meeting place. She couldn't get to Mobius quickly enough.

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[shelteringwings]

[Mobius wasn't exactly fairing well himself. The entirety of the 13th, he'd found himself cowering in buildings more than he could have anticipated. Everytime he'd stepped out to do his job as a deputy, he knees always shook and his stomach kept turning.

It... was lack of sleep, right? Just some awful tricks his mind was playing on him from a bad case of insomnia and stress? Right?

Not that he could sleep last night given what he saw. It couldn't have been real- they kept changing everywhere he looked. He just... he had to ignore it. And he promised to take Sonico out for her birthday, and he was going to, insomnia be damned.

That determination wouldn't ward anything away from him, unfortunately, because seeing the near lifeless body of one of his companions always seemed to be just in his vision. He was pale and shaking, but he tried not to look at it. His glasses weren't registering anyone being there, dammit! It wasn't real! None of his friends were here, let alone-

He'd jolt when he heard quick footsteps and looked up to see Sonico hastily coming over. He was quick to close the gap between them to meet her halfway, hoping he wasn't looking like hell to her. Except, well, he was.]

Sonico? [He barely even got her name out from being so rattled.] Hey, are you okay?

[Concentrate on her. Concentrate on her, damn it!]

Friday 14th

[k2so]

It isn't the best time for celebrations, not with so many strange things happening all around the cities. But because of that, Kay is even more determined to make Sonico have a good time for her b-day.

He's bought a box of her favorite sweets, macarons, and a new purse as b-day present. Now it's a matter to wait for her to get back home but with how dangerous are the streets now, he worries that she might be in trouble.

[om_nom_namur]

[It's been a long time since he's had a chance to visit Sonico, and their last conversation wasn't exactly the greatest. But she did tell him about her birthday, and he'll be damned if he lets it lapse without at least wishing her a good day...

Even if he has to do so as a tiny bug-thing.

At least the wings let him zip around at about his usual speed, so that's something. And he doesn't feel the need to fear heights at the moment, which is an added bonus because he would seriously be off the rails frozen with fear, considering how much more keenly he senses distance in this form. But hey, who cares? He's got wings and he can fly. So fly he does, leaving shimmering blue contrails in his wake, carrying a modest bouquet of pale pink flowers in a double handed grip because that plastic wrapping is slippery and the bouquet weighs more than he does, and even though so far they've managed to survive getting dropped twice, Namur's pretty sure the third time isn't going to go so well for most of them, and that'd be a damn shame. He sets them down gently on the front porch of her suburban Attleton home, and buzzes up to ring the doorbell.

Anyone home?]

Birthday

[captain_by_the_book]

[ It may not be a good day for Attleton, but when Cassian leaves for work in the wee hours of the morning, there will be a small box left behind in front of Sonico's bedroom door. It had taken him a lot of willpower not to go for the gift that seemed most sensible to him, speak a weapon. Instead, there's a blue glass rose inside the box, and a short note in still awkward handwriting. ]

I couldn't find Ithorian roses, but this one will last longer anyway.

Happy Birthday, Sonico, and thank you for being a friend.

When Sonico wakes up there's a text message on her phone for her.

Something for you in front of your bedroom door.

[alwaysimpaled]

[Dante was out on a routine patrol, guitar case slung over his shoulder when he literally bumped into Sonico. He cocked an eyebrow and glanced around behind her just to make sure everything was alright.]

Hey, you okay Sonico?