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mariol's What the fuck has been the thought racing through Red's head since landing in the sand and heat. This is not the Underworld. This is not the city she briefly fell into. Hades is not responsible for her being here, and the Merchant's answers leave a lot to be desired. But sure, yeah, from following one god's orders to now following this-random-fuck's orders. She doesn't belong in the world she came from and she doesn't belong here either.
At Mariol's, she pokes the weird soup without really wanting to eat it, asking the newbie nearest to her: "Wanna take bets on what's inside this shit?" Other sleepless nights in the cramped quarters has her tossing and turning before she stares up at the ceiling and releases a: "Fuck." likely too loud with so little space between them.
ploy & plunder Stealing an invite to the party's not hard neither is convincing people she's a necromancer. It's not that she looks like one even dressed up in fancy dress (she's never actually worn a fancy dress before or been to a part like this one) - she still looks like a teenager (and kinda is and kinda isn't). However, her unique ability to see people's auras means she's got private information on hand, which she can blame on a spirit of a loved one, telling her their secrets. Granted, she does have a connection to the spirits and dead, but not all the spirits at the party seem to want to talk.
Some of these partygoers are so desperate to talk to those they've lost, they blurt it out, revealing even more than she'd otherwise know: 'Is Malinda there?' 'What about my dear departed husband?'
She doesn't understand grief, or family, and barely began to understand friendship before she was ripped away from the only two friends she's ever made. And she's not exactly charismatic.
She recruits help from any newbie nearby by asking in a low whisper, "Hey, you want to help with this? Maybe bring some kinda haunted flair to this? Like sound effects and shit?" or "That guy's been violent his whole life - we can use that to convince him that his dead sister wants him to try a more pacifist route and aid a traveler.'
lady luck loves you Red somehow (through ancient, psychic intimidation) manages to win every single rat race she enters. She targets a different rat each time, and it ends up terrified, squeaking, running faster than they ever have before, but she's making good coin and learning to not win all the races or people get suspicious. She'll wave over any newbie here, and then quietly: "Wanna know who to bet on?"
And she also (channeling the ancient Cerberus inside of her) wins exactly one arm wrestling match against a particularly burly man who was on a high winning streak and all bets were stacked against the small looking teenager who dared volunteering.
"The hell is wrong with you? There's no way you coulda done that unless you ain't normal." He bellows, getting in her space - this is a man who has lived his life intimidating others.
Red doesn't back down, jaw locking as she stands up straight - she's not gonna be able to channel that strength again, but like hell is she going to be intimidated. "The fuck is wrong with you? It's not my fault you're getting so emotional over losing to a girl."
A man being told he is 'emotional' is also apparently upsetting to him. It results in his hauling her up by the arm. "Tell me what you did."
"Go to the crows, ya crybaby," she says, and he shakes her, and so perfectly rationally, she responds by spitting in his face. He drops her in surprise, and she's gonna try to sprint out of the way. And that's about the time all hell breaks loose with shouts and fists flying.
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mariol's
What the fuck has been the thought racing through Red's head since landing in the sand and heat. This is not the Underworld. This is not the city she briefly fell into. Hades is not responsible for her being here, and the Merchant's answers leave a lot to be desired. But sure, yeah, from following one god's orders to now following this-random-fuck's orders. She doesn't belong in the world she came from and she doesn't belong here either.
At Mariol's, she pokes the weird soup without really wanting to eat it, asking the newbie nearest to her: "Wanna take bets on what's inside this shit?" Other sleepless nights in the cramped quarters has her tossing and turning before she stares up at the ceiling and releases a: "Fuck." likely too loud with so little space between them.
ploy & plunder
Stealing an invite to the party's not hard neither is convincing people she's a necromancer. It's not that she looks like one even dressed up in fancy dress (she's never actually worn a fancy dress before or been to a part like this one) - she still looks like a teenager (and kinda is and kinda isn't). However, her unique ability to see people's auras means she's got private information on hand, which she can blame on a spirit of a loved one, telling her their secrets. Granted, she does have a connection to the spirits and dead, but not all the spirits at the party seem to want to talk.
Some of these partygoers are so desperate to talk to those they've lost, they blurt it out, revealing even more than she'd otherwise know: 'Is Malinda there?' 'What about my dear departed husband?'
She doesn't understand grief, or family, and barely began to understand friendship before she was ripped away from the only two friends she's ever made. And she's not exactly charismatic.
She recruits help from any newbie nearby by asking in a low whisper, "Hey, you want to help with this? Maybe bring some kinda haunted flair to this? Like sound effects and shit?" or "That guy's been violent his whole life - we can use that to convince him that his dead sister wants him to try a more pacifist route and aid a traveler.'
lady luck loves you
Red somehow (through ancient, psychic intimidation) manages to win every single rat race she enters. She targets a different rat each time, and it ends up terrified, squeaking, running faster than they ever have before, but she's making good coin and learning to not win all the races or people get suspicious. She'll wave over any newbie here, and then quietly: "Wanna know who to bet on?"
And she also (channeling the ancient Cerberus inside of her) wins exactly one arm wrestling match against a particularly burly man who was on a high winning streak and all bets were stacked against the small looking teenager who dared volunteering.
"The hell is wrong with you? There's no way you coulda done that unless you ain't normal." He bellows, getting in her space - this is a man who has lived his life intimidating others.
Red doesn't back down, jaw locking as she stands up straight - she's not gonna be able to channel that strength again, but like hell is she going to be intimidated. "The fuck is wrong with you? It's not my fault you're getting so emotional over losing to a girl."
A man being told he is 'emotional' is also apparently upsetting to him. It results in his hauling her up by the arm. "Tell me what you did."
"Go to the crows, ya crybaby," she says, and he shakes her, and so perfectly rationally, she responds by spitting in his face. He drops her in surprise, and she's gonna try to sprint out of the way. And that's about the time all hell breaks loose with shouts and fists flying.