It was a bit chillier today then on average, even though it was noon and the sun was shining brightly on this mostly cloudless day, the wind brought with it a particular bite of cold. Despite this though a lone female dressed in a black turtle neck sweater, a deep purple colored skirt that went roughly two inches above her knees, black leggings with purple spider web designs on them, and black boots, was sitting upon a park bench. Her red hair was left down, but held back by her village Hitai-ate that was tied in such a fashion as to keep her bangs back from her face while making it easily noticeable. There were some children playing catch many yards away, and a few toddlers chasing butterflies while their parents watched, but Emiko paid them no mind. Instead, her focus was on something a bit more... darker or creepier if you will.
”The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. Out came Emiko and there was hell to pay, 'cause the itsy bisty spider's friend is crazy...”, Emiko sung softly in a voice like wind chimes in the breeze. As she sang a black widow spider, roughly the size of a tarantula, crawled across the top of her hand and up the outer part of her sleeve of her black turtle neck sweater. Emiko was completely at ease of course: Minerva would never harm her despite how venomous of a creature she was.
Minerva, the spider, made her way up to Emiko's shoulder where she perched next to her long red hair. Emiko tilted her head a bit to the right, towards the spider, as if listening to something. After several seconds Emiko would respond with, ”The only difference between a psychopath and a sociopath is that one prefers to cut up the bodies while the other dresses them up nicely and puts them on display for shock value and shits and giggles.”, Emiko responded to whatever it was that she had heard.
Emiko, who had straightened her head up while she spoke, leaned her ear back towards the spider once more as if listening again – and in truth she was. Minvera just tended to speak too softly for the average human being to be able to hear. Emiko straightened her head up once more and grinned. ”I believe I would be considered a sociopath my dear: I'd dress the bodies up and lurk in the background so I could giggle at the reaction of whoever found them.”, she whispered softly.