03-13-2019, 10:59 PM
NPC: Carmen
He cut the smart words at least, though something in his reply suggested the nonchalance was little more than a rug draped over a mountain of shit. Channelers were a world of trouble in Carmen’s experience, and he sounded like the kind of stray Oriena was inclined to bring home -- and just as quickly lose interest in. It was Carmen who picked up the pieces following those rash decisions. A strange family indeed, but one she’d never thought she’d trade until the shit with Kas and Raffe. That night she’d thought the boy had been going to die. And now that Ori was gone -- fuck knew where -- she just couldn’t risk opening the doors. Not with the big painted target the idiot woman had left. Too much had spiralled beyond Carmen’s control.
Her wallet buzzed safe assurances from Amaya as she followed the stranger to the bar. A beam from the woman welcomed her into this strange little circle, though Carmen chose only to nod in response. It didn’t seem to phase the warmth of her greeting. “Still have all your limbs?” she laughed, addressing the kid who introduced himself as Nox. The tone was fond and joking as she leaned towards the barman to place her order.
Carmen rarely drank. Truthfully she’d likely not be here at all but for Amaya’s distressed call. The atmosphere made her faintly nostalgic, but mostly it reared frustration to the fore. “Sergei’s work?” the woman called Thalia interrupted. Carmen’s attention shifted from the shifting play of lights along the bar, glancing down briefly at the artwork draping her arms. The young woman did not look the sort for tattoos, but then Carmen was not one to judge. She shrugged.
“Some of it.” She turned to Nox. The promise of a drink had not exactly been the reason she’d stuck around. “What you said before. You’re in trouble?”
He cut the smart words at least, though something in his reply suggested the nonchalance was little more than a rug draped over a mountain of shit. Channelers were a world of trouble in Carmen’s experience, and he sounded like the kind of stray Oriena was inclined to bring home -- and just as quickly lose interest in. It was Carmen who picked up the pieces following those rash decisions. A strange family indeed, but one she’d never thought she’d trade until the shit with Kas and Raffe. That night she’d thought the boy had been going to die. And now that Ori was gone -- fuck knew where -- she just couldn’t risk opening the doors. Not with the big painted target the idiot woman had left. Too much had spiralled beyond Carmen’s control.
Her wallet buzzed safe assurances from Amaya as she followed the stranger to the bar. A beam from the woman welcomed her into this strange little circle, though Carmen chose only to nod in response. It didn’t seem to phase the warmth of her greeting. “Still have all your limbs?” she laughed, addressing the kid who introduced himself as Nox. The tone was fond and joking as she leaned towards the barman to place her order.
Carmen rarely drank. Truthfully she’d likely not be here at all but for Amaya’s distressed call. The atmosphere made her faintly nostalgic, but mostly it reared frustration to the fore. “Sergei’s work?” the woman called Thalia interrupted. Carmen’s attention shifted from the shifting play of lights along the bar, glancing down briefly at the artwork draping her arms. The young woman did not look the sort for tattoos, but then Carmen was not one to judge. She shrugged.
“Some of it.” She turned to Nox. The promise of a drink had not exactly been the reason she’d stuck around. “What you said before. You’re in trouble?”