Who: adeline & the S.Q.U.I.P
When: during the little dorchacht arc
Where: housing districts
What: *merry-go-round of life starts playing* the squip rescues adeline from a would-be kidnapper and offers her a bit of welcome safety.
Warnings: kidnapping scare, manipulation


𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ⓟⓐⓢⓣ

―she wasn’t exactly unaware, but she certainly wasn’t abreast of the situation regarding Dorchacht and its treatment of her newfound kin as others may have been. Coping with changes of her own had drawn Adeline inside herself, inside her little flat― conveniently keeping her naive to the perils the black market held, such a force instead seeking her instead of being sought for.

Even at twilight as it may have been, she hadn’t thought of a shadow just around a streetcorner, waiting with leather hands poised to seize soft arms; in a similar manner, the creeping comfort she had found settling with change set a newfound courage inside her, one that hadn’t considered donning her hood again after lowering it in the midst of compassionate company. Tea with Justine did nothing to prepare her guard for what was coming, and her new keenness for danger wasn’t yet honed enough to induce anything save for mild malaise.

The trap is sprung: a hand catching her arm, a wordless cry, an arm about the waist when the fighting half of a sharpened instinct is dashed― leaving only interrupted flight, air pushed from her as her captor squeezes the bellows, starving a scream of sound.