LIGHT IT UP LIKE IT'S INDEPENDENCE DAY | open

[Warringkingdoms]

  [font=trebuchet ms]Rin, to her knowledge, did not have any past souls inside of her- much to her relief. She already had a dozen or so outside voices tugging at her wherever she went, be it an injured clanmate, Bastille struggling with withdrawal, or even just the chatter of daily life. The cacophony seemed to get harder and harder to pick apart by the day.

  She had been willing to grant Bastille small amounts of the drugs to help wean him off, but he hadn't requested any thus far. Apparently, he was willing to try and quit cold turkey. In some ways, that made her life easier, but it also meant she had to monitor him constantly in case the withdrawal symptoms got particularly severe. Given that he'd been having cold sweats, dizziness, and the like, she'd half-expected him to ask for another hit by this point.

  What Rin had not expected was to hear Bast's voice calling for the "cute nurse". Stifling an irritated groan, she set down the herbs she had been arranging and exited the clerics' hideaway, heading towards the gray bengal. "Zaniel, was it?" she asked dryly, stopping beside Suiteheart. "Suite's right. I'm not clearing anyone besides Bastille." He was going to keep pushing for it, and possibly trying to flatter her into it, but she wasn't budging for this teal-eyed impostor.