[Closed]
Who: lovedthedeadone and ohsuplegs
When: asdknasd so backdated, so very backdated. WAY BACK WHEN CASSANDRA FIRST ARRIVED.
Where: Starting at the Door, and who knows from there.
Format: Actionface.
What: Aww, it's a reunion. ¬_¬
Warnings: Unknown to gods or men.
[Well, as it happens, it makes a good deal of sense that Cassandra would turn up sooner or later. Roxanne's heard all about this city and it's odd affinity for the silver-eyed witch. An affinity she rather shares, come to think of it, so it's hard to argue. After all, without the Door, she might be all alone, with no one who knows her world, and nothing to... aim for.]
[Which isn't to say she is or is not glad to see Cassandra.]
[It's a complicated sort of thing. Kind of like when a discarded pet turns up at your doorstep all dirty and bedraggled and part of you thinks it's sweet that the thing crawled its way out of whatever ditch you left it in to deposit itself at your feet... and part of you can't stop thinking, Didn't I kill you once already?]
[...well, fate is a funny thing, so Roxanne plasters a pleasant look on her face even though she hasn't quite decided how pleasantly she feels about all of this. Old... friends, should always be happy to see one another, after all.]
[She leans on the edge of the Door as she waits.]
When: asdknasd so backdated, so very backdated. WAY BACK WHEN CASSANDRA FIRST ARRIVED.
Where: Starting at the Door, and who knows from there.
Format: Actionface.
What: Aww, it's a reunion. ¬_¬
Warnings: Unknown to gods or men.
[Well, as it happens, it makes a good deal of sense that Cassandra would turn up sooner or later. Roxanne's heard all about this city and it's odd affinity for the silver-eyed witch. An affinity she rather shares, come to think of it, so it's hard to argue. After all, without the Door, she might be all alone, with no one who knows her world, and nothing to... aim for.]
[Which isn't to say she is or is not glad to see Cassandra.]
[It's a complicated sort of thing. Kind of like when a discarded pet turns up at your doorstep all dirty and bedraggled and part of you thinks it's sweet that the thing crawled its way out of whatever ditch you left it in to deposit itself at your feet... and part of you can't stop thinking, Didn't I kill you once already?]
[...well, fate is a funny thing, so Roxanne plasters a pleasant look on her face even though she hasn't quite decided how pleasantly she feels about all of this. Old... friends, should always be happy to see one another, after all.]
[She leans on the edge of the Door as she waits.]