[ooc: Man, it’s hard to believe that RPing here was a big part of my life 2010-2018. Then one day you wake up.. and everything has changed. I’m super grateful for all the friends I’ve made here over the years, and the things I’ve written. This character has and will always be -
@detectivevostar "I'll keep my arrows in check until I see these motherfuckers. I'm smart enough to survey the room first. But if you want, I'll wait 'til you take your little *picture.*"
@detectivevostar "That's no way to speak to your elders," Helias whispers, making no effort to wait for Vostar to catch up. She walks with a confident stride.
@detectivevostar “Seven hundred years and I’ve gotten this far. What are you, *thirty?*” Helias smirks, walking through the door without expressing any sort of gratitude.
@detectivevostar “Ah, so you’re playin’ it safe.” Helias nods, lips pursed in thought. Why show the world when she can take care of the problem herself?
“Guns really aren’t my thing,” she shrugs, brandishing one of the gilded arrows from her quiver. “Neither are cameras.”
@detectivevostar Helias raises her eyebrows and withdraws her hand, resting it on the leather strap holding a quiver of arrows.
“No, I’m here for the Halloween candy.” When isn’t the Time Lady’s tone dripping with sarcasm? “What’s your plan, then? So we don’t get in each others way.”
@detectivevostar Helias remains unfazed when the weapon is leveled on her. Seven hundred some years and she's learned to become detached when in imminent danger; at least, she's good at hiding it on the outside.
"I'm more of a.. party-crasher. But yeah." Helias offers her hand. "Helias. You?"
@detectivevostar "I was just gonna kick down the door, give 'em the element of surprise, but I guess your way is... conventional," Helias smiles insincerely; if anything, she's being judgmental. She had just arrived herself by fantastical means, but before the Time Lady could even attempt a -