WildKat

[Hanekoma's found a smooth flat rock and another, cupped one somewhere; the PCD set up on his windowsill catches his face and part of the stone, scraping rhythmically as he grinds something to powder between the two. He glances sideways at it.]

So we've got tombstones out there now, huh. Guess the city's gettin' itself decorated for the holidays... though we're a little late for Obon here. Haven't heard of anybody havin' trouble with the fog -- did I miss anythin' or is that part just window dressin'?

[He's silent for a moment, the sound of stone on stone filling the pause. Attention still on his work, he eventually speaks offhandedly.]

It's interestin', too. I've spotted a few familiar names already.

[No one he didn't already know was dead; but then, he doesn't have too many friends who aren't. Goes with the territory. A few more swipes, and he lifts a hand, rubbing black powder thoughtfully between thumb and forefingers..]

About right... Oh yeah, if anybody has a decent knife or some carpentry tools they're willin' to trade, I'm takin' commissions for small murals. Landscape, modern, portrait, we can talk. It'll be monochrome unless you've got extra paint colors squirreled away.