As soon as Billie learned Daud would be playing guard duty during the Long Night, she more or less follows suit, if only out of some obligation to watch the old man's back. Not that she's always able to, as assignments don't match up every time and she can't exactly forge the charts. That might burn bridges a bit too quickly, you know?
Most nights she's on patrol with a handful of other Defenders and volunteers, all armed with torches and lanterns, going from one bonfire to the next to yell at people to get back indoors and relight fires where they find them dwindling. Every night won't be monster-free, though.
"Shh," Billie shushes the otherwise quiet group suddenly, freezing mid-patrol to listen. There's rustling up ahead, off in an alley. She holds up her torch high, squinting into the dark. A moment passes, silence follows. It's only then that another volunteer ventures calling out, "If someone is over there, you better come out before we come get you instead!"
ii. shitposting between patrols (courier, thought, to all awakened)
Okay, so I've been curious. Anyone experienced death number two during this shit show yet or have we all been lucky?
Not the nicest of questions but she's pretty sure she isn't the only one wondering about this. These sure aren't the Long Nights they're used to, after all.
billie lurk, city of the free peoples, ota
As soon as Billie learned Daud would be playing guard duty during the Long Night, she more or less follows suit, if only out of some obligation to watch the old man's back. Not that she's always able to, as assignments don't match up every time and she can't exactly forge the charts. That might burn bridges a bit too quickly, you know?
Most nights she's on patrol with a handful of other Defenders and volunteers, all armed with torches and lanterns, going from one bonfire to the next to yell at people to get back indoors and relight fires where they find them dwindling. Every night won't be monster-free, though.
"Shh," Billie shushes the otherwise quiet group suddenly, freezing mid-patrol to listen. There's rustling up ahead, off in an alley. She holds up her torch high, squinting into the dark. A moment passes, silence follows. It's only then that another volunteer ventures calling out, "If someone is over there, you better come out before we come get you instead!"
ii. shitposting between patrols (courier, thought, to all awakened)
Okay, so I've been curious. Anyone experienced death number two during this shit show yet or have we all been lucky?
Not the nicest of questions but she's pretty sure she isn't the only one wondering about this. These sure aren't the Long Nights they're used to, after all.