ART IS DEAD ☆ MEETING 2/14

[SirDio]

YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE A MAN
I THINK, THEREFORE I AM.

The time leading up to the meeting was a sodden time for Mezrith. She, having bore the news of Medusa passing, couldn't help but feel terrible about it. But it steeled her, made the demon put on a brave face for everyone else. And maybe it was just her hunger speaking, but the recent loss caused something within Mezrith to crack. Behind a stone expression she schemed what she would do to them.

Mezrith had hung around the Boardwalk more often, unable to face the camp for a bit. But seeing Rhine her face lifted gently, only to become shocked at the transformation. Hurt flashed in her eyes. If only she could do that without risking harm to anyone. [color=#ffc7c7]"Looking great as always, Rhine."

With the announcement of so many young the demon held back a moment of panic. For what she wasn't sure. But the mention of not just Medusa, but the disappearances of Quasar and Sorbet made Mezrith grit her teeth.

Then, she heard her name again. Promotion? Mezrith swallowed back spit and smiled against pained expression. [color=#ffc7c7]"Yeah, I'll step up to Gladiator." but after that she felt metal in her mouth and turned to leave. That hunger clawed at her yet again.

— Reggan