WHAT'S A KING TO A GOD? | MEETING 5.20

[Amren]

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And here came Amren, sauntering towards her new Commander with that signature devilish smirk of hers. She'd look towards Thomas and Octavia with obvious boredom before crossing pale arms and raising a black eyebrow. So Axel was dead? Interesting. If she was being honest, she didn't care who lived and who died and, more importantly, who was in charge. As long as she was never disturbed, she existed in a perfect state of apathy and, for the most part, kept away from the fools in which she lived among. Perhaps that would have to change. The Death Angel found fascination with Cain and the way he carried himself. She didn't care as much as she should, yes, but the girl could make changes to present herself different and as if she did. She'd been around forever and had never gotten involved with anyone save herself- maybe it was time to give these Blackfallen a try.

Pursing crimson-stained lips, Amren would absently tug at a stray piece of obsidian hair and continue to listen. [b][color=#414a4c]"Yeah go on, or whatever," She drawled, though it was obvious her attention had already been stolen by the gleam of a diamond situated on one of the NPCS near her. She'd bargain for it if they weren't smack dab in the middle of a meeting. It'd look much better glistening on one of her fingers then the weathered ones of its owner. Oh well, she had sapphires the size of her head in her possession- pieces that she loved more than anything else (though arguably not herself, Amren was vain in that sense) - letting one little diamond escape her grasp wasn't the end of the world.

Ha.

An amused gleam entered her silver-white eyes at that thought. The world already ended... but not over diamonds. Feigning the urge to laugh, the woman would begrudgingly return her gaze to Cain, wondering idly what else he had to say.