"If you had told me the gods were watching and whispering in our minds and dreams, I wouldn't have believed you... until I survived Them."
#StarfallenSoul: Teenage runaway, survivor of Redacre and the Quiet War, awkward tinkerer, defiant fighter. MV. RP 21+.
She opens and closes her mouth a few times as if trying to find a good way to protest that one and failing to come up with something.
“…I mean I technically blame living in a town where the creepy people running it were trying to do a whole fate-worse-than-death thing?”
“Suit yourself. And honestly — I can understand that.
You’re the type that just riles people up easily. You’ve only got yourself to blame for your own misfortune.”
|| I guess my migraines decided to go from once every several months to “we’re gonna hit you every few days and give you scary enough symptoms the nurses at the workplace call an ambulance for you” Xx
For someone who’s been nearly kidnapped more than once in her life, Alex still isn’t used to it as she just gets tugged along after Aerith. “Um… are you sure? I mean, that’s kinda last minute isn’t it?”
She wasn’t used to getting forcibly cared for. At all.
Even making a face, Aerith's smile doesn't fade as she grabs the girl's hand to guide her back to her place.
"Guess you're invited for lunch! It's my mom's cooking so I'm sure you'll love it~ not allowed to say no!"
Thankfully Aerith won't hear of being shot at, otherwise she would certainly stress!
Instead she smiles with a shake of head.
"That's okay, silly. You're welcome to visit and stay around any time. Ya hungry?"
May or may not be doing the opposite of keeping herself out of trouble. On the bright side, she at least hasn’t been shot at this week?
“Sorry it’s been a while. Been… lost in a few ways, I guess.”
She pauses for a long moment as she considers the question. “I… I’m surviving. That’s pretty much all I can do,” she admits with a small shrug and an exhausted smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
Alex flashes a small, weary grin as she takes a sip of coffee then makes a little face. “I see your taste in coffee is still the same.”
She still looks tired as ever, though with a few more visible scars and clothing that’s seen better days.
“Nah, don’t need money. I don’t think I’d even accept it from corporate types just on principle.”
She tilts her head. “Technically homeless, yeah, but trouble follows me for entirely different reasons. Usually the kind involving ticking off angry, evil, unseen things.”
@ShinRasRufus “I dunno, seems I can’t really avoid them,” she admits with a casual shrug… before blinking a few times. “Er… no promises. I somehow end up stumbling into trouble. Usually of the world-ending variety.”
@ShinRasRufus
The teen hesitates, seeing someone who clearly had more money than she could probably even conceive of judging by that suit.
It sets her on edge. She’s faced hosts of the embodiment of Greed itself, and she had to wonder just who this guy was and how dangerous +
|| Have I gone headfirst into a hyperfixation on WoW and its storyline and stuff lately?
A little. Just a little, lol. I guess it’s a uh, social media break for me haha
+ like trying not to get hunted?” She answered with a forced tone of humor like she tried to make it a joke, though it wasn’t really.
Judging by her disheveled appearance, she didn’t really sleep much or stay in any one place long.
“I uh, like being able to see as much as I can. Not get dropped in on.” She shrugs a little, choosing her words carefully. She was unusually guarded for a teen.
At the mention of hunting, well… she turned over the arrow more before tapping its tip idly against her pawn. “More +
The rest vanish back into the duffle bag that practically carries the teen’s life. “Uh…” For a moment there’s a deer in the headlights look after the question as her brain tries to figure out how to answer that.
“Just… the same… I guess…?”
She gives a small little shrug before rifling through the overstuffed duffle bag and coming away with a rather diminished roll of bandages.
“At least you’re still alive when I find you,” she mostly murmurs to herself wearily.
Perched up in a tree, Alex usually just lurked and watched people, always on edge for trouble seeking her out.
Although in this case with Ada staring back at her, scarred fingers halt their fidgeting with an arrow in her hands as now she just… tries to act casual and not just +