Argilla 002 // Back to Purgatory
Who: Argilla
Where: Junkyard Somni, industrial area
Style: Either is fine!
Status: Open!
[Argilla doesn't wake up slowly. Her eyes only get a moment to blink, and then she's sitting straight up, looking around. She's met with familiar shades of gray, rusted metal, and a cold, damp chill that instantly settles on any bare skin.
There's also a flickering orange glow, and in a moment Argilla identifies the lights of Muladhara. The buildings are in bad shape…But that isn't anything new. Muladhara has always looked a bit worn.
There's…Something stuck in her head as she takes in her surroundings. Something that isn't her Atma, isn't even remotely hungry, but still hurts if she tries to focus on it. If Argilla could put it into words, she'd probably define it as 'regret.' Although over what, she isn't certain. It isn't sadness over killing, although that's definitely in her mind as well. It's more of…An absence of something that she can't quite place. Some sort of memory, but whatever it is, it's fading fast.
And she has other things to worry about. There's no gunfire or sounds of a skirmish, and she can't see anyone else around. Argilla's hand runs over the ground, and she feels the shape of her rifle. Argilla wastes no time in pulling it over her shoulder, and standing up to get a better look around.
Whatever she might have dreamed or half-remembered, the fact is that she's still in the Junkyard. There is still killing to do, no matter how she feels about it.]
Where: Junkyard Somni, industrial area
Style: Either is fine!
Status: Open!
[Argilla doesn't wake up slowly. Her eyes only get a moment to blink, and then she's sitting straight up, looking around. She's met with familiar shades of gray, rusted metal, and a cold, damp chill that instantly settles on any bare skin.
There's also a flickering orange glow, and in a moment Argilla identifies the lights of Muladhara. The buildings are in bad shape…But that isn't anything new. Muladhara has always looked a bit worn.
There's…Something stuck in her head as she takes in her surroundings. Something that isn't her Atma, isn't even remotely hungry, but still hurts if she tries to focus on it. If Argilla could put it into words, she'd probably define it as 'regret.' Although over what, she isn't certain. It isn't sadness over killing, although that's definitely in her mind as well. It's more of…An absence of something that she can't quite place. Some sort of memory, but whatever it is, it's fading fast.
And she has other things to worry about. There's no gunfire or sounds of a skirmish, and she can't see anyone else around. Argilla's hand runs over the ground, and she feels the shape of her rifle. Argilla wastes no time in pulling it over her shoulder, and standing up to get a better look around.
Whatever she might have dreamed or half-remembered, the fact is that she's still in the Junkyard. There is still killing to do, no matter how she feels about it.]