Seven
[Raven is late for work this morning.
She's hard on herself about it all morning long, working on her projects with hardly a word to anyone else, because things like that are unacceptable. Especially when she's in this kind of mood. When it comes around to lunch time she stalks out of the smithy, bag in hand, sore on top of being frustrated with herself.
Usually she sits on the bench outside the building if it's a nice day; this time her feet take her all the way to the plaza, to sit by the fountain and break the bread of her sandwich bun into little pieces for the local birds. She's just not hungry. They are, so why not share? A small cluster of them shares her bench with her until or unless someone walks by to disturb them.
For a while, she sits there and stares at nothing. Lately everyone is whispering about that going-home stuff. And while she misses home...is Luceti really so terrible? It's like a bigger, weirder Sharance sometimes. Thinking about this too much is giving her a headache, though, so she rubs her temples with a low irate sound and gets up to go back to work.
Then lightheadedness kicks in, she overbalances too much to one side, and into the fountain she goes, cut off before she can finish shouting.
Thus, she is wet and disheveled and heavy-eyed by the time she does get back to work. Late. Again. And at last, obviously not feeling well after all.]
[[ooc: I do not mind timeline-breaking this or that in here! There are lots of places to cook up shenanigans or have a chat.]]
She's hard on herself about it all morning long, working on her projects with hardly a word to anyone else, because things like that are unacceptable. Especially when she's in this kind of mood. When it comes around to lunch time she stalks out of the smithy, bag in hand, sore on top of being frustrated with herself.
Usually she sits on the bench outside the building if it's a nice day; this time her feet take her all the way to the plaza, to sit by the fountain and break the bread of her sandwich bun into little pieces for the local birds. She's just not hungry. They are, so why not share? A small cluster of them shares her bench with her until or unless someone walks by to disturb them.
For a while, she sits there and stares at nothing. Lately everyone is whispering about that going-home stuff. And while she misses home...is Luceti really so terrible? It's like a bigger, weirder Sharance sometimes. Thinking about this too much is giving her a headache, though, so she rubs her temples with a low irate sound and gets up to go back to work.
Then lightheadedness kicks in, she overbalances too much to one side, and into the fountain she goes, cut off before she can finish shouting.
Thus, she is wet and disheveled and heavy-eyed by the time she does get back to work. Late. Again. And at last, obviously not feeling well after all.]
[[ooc: I do not mind timeline-breaking this or that in here! There are lots of places to cook up shenanigans or have a chat.]]
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[An echo of Sofia, except she means it, in his case. Too bad for him.]
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It stares at Raven, looking at her from head to toe.]
...what, you can dry her? I think its established she desires no aid.
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Wind magic?
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Fire and wind magic. Cerberus can control both thanks to my aid.
[The demon nods in agreement.]
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Good for him. [Raven remains unmoved and unimpressed. And dripping.]
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Why are you helping? [Neither seems like the incessantly helpful type.]
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[Cerberus nodded to his master's word, though motioned with his head a small push. His way of saying to push his master's good intentions, even if he never admitted it in full.]
Besides, I still owed you for the weapons too.
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[And Raven was growing to like working that way.]
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[And since she considers this conversation over, she turns to head back for the smithy at a sluggish pace.]
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[He sighed, turning to Cerberus.]
She seemed to like you more. What do you think?
[Cerberus merely gave the boy a look over before sighing himself. Naoki growled.]
Gee, thanks for the moral support.
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A few yards away and she has another wonderfully lightheaded moment, plopping down onto a random someone's front steps.]
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[Not like she was in any danger of fainting. Though why he suddenly cared is still anyone's guess. Cerberus had a lot of influence it seemed. But for now, he was turning the other way.]