The eye that had appeared in the ground, signifying the starting of the next wave, had yet to open... Minor monsters and demons that couldn't even really called calamities were appearing, but at this point, there was nothing to truly worry about. It was strange, as usually a major
calamity would be summoned, but only mere grunts were summoned this time. It was a curious phenomenon, but perhaps it was better this way for those who'd fought to get a break from fighting world-ending evil...
SLLUUURRRRRRPPPPPP....
A heavy supply of spaghetti is sent traveling through her mouth as she eyes the situation through her goggles. The atmosphere of Pulp Fiction's famous diner is that of an otherworldly one. It was indeed torn down, but through Dreams, someone desperately wanted it back. Thus, there they were. Eating inside of a ghost. The scientist was unreadable in this state. Merely observing both the gigantic battle and her food as she sat patiently in her seat. Finally, as the last pasta was done entering her lips, she perked up.
"I was right. It happened naturally. Fascinating. I want a Sprite."
A wave of her hand. A waitress just happened to slide one in her hand. One that she had subtly managed to instill the power of suggestion into just a few moments prior. Her finger dipped itself inside of the tomato sauce and slipped it inside of her mouth. Lifting her head upwards as she plopped her feet onto the table, she lingered on the taste for a few moments. Thinking over both that and the inescapable thought of Rory. As her boots lightly tapped against each other, she chapped her lips and gave a deep breath.
"Tangy."
Kill-Gaia, the maddened devil, simply stared at her eating. Fawning over one of his favorite targets. He'd refused to remove his mask even when asked repeatedly, so he couldn't eat but he was more than content just watching her, analyzing her. He tapped his feet, leaning on one arm, the thought of
Rory hadn't slipped from his mind either... He was rather excited to see what she could do after all this time, hearing how she got there or her story didn't particularly matter to him in the slightest.
"I bet you're rather curious about
her too."
He leaned forward, wanting to know her opinion on the matter. He honestly didn't care, he'd kill both of them either way, but since she was his date he felt like listening to what she thought on the matter of Rory was the least he could do. Plus, she was hot, and that was a plus to him.
"I know you like your little schemes with that girl."