[closed] give me good legs and show me a road
Who: Deneve and Shirley
When: May 18th
Where: Marketplace!
Format: Actionnnnn that might get a little tl;dr here and there >.>
What: A random encounter of two strange beings far from the places they belong.
Warnings: Probably nothing!
[Even if she doesn't know it for a fact, she can feel the tensions rising. The Abyssals were getting more fidgety and the warriors were not much better. And though it hadn't been her intention, she had only managed to make things worse. Not only that, but too much togetherness began to smother her. This alliance was a good thing, but being forced to answer to the others was occasionally very distasteful. And with exception of Helen (and Yuma and Clare, if she was feeling generous) she would prefer to be on her own.
But breaking off and hiding in the mountains or in Dismas wasn't really an option right now. Not with this buzzing feeling that things were about to go downhill. So she had to settle for separating herself from the other warriors for a few hours a day. It is just after midday now, too early still for the Foxhole to be open and she had already made the rounds of the ruins this morning. So she moves slowly through the marketplace, observing. It is odd, she thinks, that even if she walked through the streets in armor and a white bodysuit none of these people would call her a Silver Eyed Witch. They wouldn't fear her because she is half-yoma. They dislike her simply because she is not from this place. There is something almost refreshing about that.
Passing a produce stand, she idly examines an apple, turning it over in her hand and watching the produce seller's reactions to her presence over the shiny skin of the fruit.]
When: May 18th
Where: Marketplace!
Format: Actionnnnn that might get a little tl;dr here and there >.>
What: A random encounter of two strange beings far from the places they belong.
Warnings: Probably nothing!
[Even if she doesn't know it for a fact, she can feel the tensions rising. The Abyssals were getting more fidgety and the warriors were not much better. And though it hadn't been her intention, she had only managed to make things worse. Not only that, but too much togetherness began to smother her. This alliance was a good thing, but being forced to answer to the others was occasionally very distasteful. And with exception of Helen (and Yuma and Clare, if she was feeling generous) she would prefer to be on her own.
But breaking off and hiding in the mountains or in Dismas wasn't really an option right now. Not with this buzzing feeling that things were about to go downhill. So she had to settle for separating herself from the other warriors for a few hours a day. It is just after midday now, too early still for the Foxhole to be open and she had already made the rounds of the ruins this morning. So she moves slowly through the marketplace, observing. It is odd, she thinks, that even if she walked through the streets in armor and a white bodysuit none of these people would call her a Silver Eyed Witch. They wouldn't fear her because she is half-yoma. They dislike her simply because she is not from this place. There is something almost refreshing about that.
Passing a produce stand, she idly examines an apple, turning it over in her hand and watching the produce seller's reactions to her presence over the shiny skin of the fruit.]