07-02-2020, 10:56 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]/tw: blood in italicized portion
/this is ish
Rin hadn't been sure what to make of the invitation she'd received.
She hadn't visited the Typhoon since the incident with Caesar. Truthfully, part of her had thought Goldenluxury would hold the mistake of letting Caesar join against her. She should've remembered what Caesar had done to Diya, she knew that much. These failings in her memory had grown to unacceptable levels.
Yet, she had tangible proof that Goldie still thought her worthy of attending her wedding.
She'd spent days deliberating, pondering on what to do. The Typhoon had saved her life, and Goldie specifically had given her a reason to hope- a reason to believe that she could recover, that she could get better. If she showed up, though, surrounded by cheers and celebration for a happy couple, bright colors and flowers... would she be able to take it all in, without being reminded of how she'd come to know Goldie in the first place?
"Look at what you've become," declared the impostor, blood dripping from its lips.
She'd dared to hope, and it almost killed her.
The memory, poisonous as it was, sat in the back of her head as she found herself seated within the Typhoon's sea dome. The cloth covering her lost eye was a clean white, her fur was no longer tangled (if still rather messy), and her neck was covered by a light blue scarf rather than the usual green one. Looking presentable wasn't normally a concern for her, but on an occasion like this it seemed disrespectful to show up as her usual ragged self.
Glancing around, Rin could see that most of those seated were Typhoon members. She was certain she wouldn't have been the only non-Typhoon guest to be invited- she was just early, probably. Lowering her head to flatten down a stray patch of fur on her chest, she found herself wondering about the state of affairs in Elysium. Even if she was the main target for the gods, and the Pitt probably wasn't in a state to launch an attack... there was still the possibility of a freak accident, or one of Clony's experiments going wrong. Alastor was there and had some herbal knowledge, but...
Shaking her head, she looked up at the throne. She was here now- it was too late to regret coming. Besides, Goldie had saved her life from Caesar; the least she could do to repay her was show up. This would be a good opportunity to apologize for the festival and arrange for more supplies to be delivered as well, if she could get a hold of Goldie's second-in-command.
/this is ish
Rin hadn't been sure what to make of the invitation she'd received.
She hadn't visited the Typhoon since the incident with Caesar. Truthfully, part of her had thought Goldenluxury would hold the mistake of letting Caesar join against her. She should've remembered what Caesar had done to Diya, she knew that much. These failings in her memory had grown to unacceptable levels.
Yet, she had tangible proof that Goldie still thought her worthy of attending her wedding.
She'd spent days deliberating, pondering on what to do. The Typhoon had saved her life, and Goldie specifically had given her a reason to hope- a reason to believe that she could recover, that she could get better. If she showed up, though, surrounded by cheers and celebration for a happy couple, bright colors and flowers... would she be able to take it all in, without being reminded of how she'd come to know Goldie in the first place?
"Look at what you've become," declared the impostor, blood dripping from its lips.
She'd dared to hope, and it almost killed her.
The memory, poisonous as it was, sat in the back of her head as she found herself seated within the Typhoon's sea dome. The cloth covering her lost eye was a clean white, her fur was no longer tangled (if still rather messy), and her neck was covered by a light blue scarf rather than the usual green one. Looking presentable wasn't normally a concern for her, but on an occasion like this it seemed disrespectful to show up as her usual ragged self.
Glancing around, Rin could see that most of those seated were Typhoon members. She was certain she wouldn't have been the only non-Typhoon guest to be invited- she was just early, probably. Lowering her head to flatten down a stray patch of fur on her chest, she found herself wondering about the state of affairs in Elysium. Even if she was the main target for the gods, and the Pitt probably wasn't in a state to launch an attack... there was still the possibility of a freak accident, or one of Clony's experiments going wrong. Alastor was there and had some herbal knowledge, but...
Shaking her head, she looked up at the throne. She was here now- it was too late to regret coming. Besides, Goldie had saved her life from Caesar; the least she could do to repay her was show up. This would be a good opportunity to apologize for the festival and arrange for more supplies to be delivered as well, if she could get a hold of Goldie's second-in-command.
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