[ Tonight, Tykhe's eyes take the form of a pair of water-smoothed river rocks. They are still wet, dripping like the ghost's own fallen tears, and Yelena tracks her by the sound of fat freshwater droplets hitting the ground.
Theft was her original intent, hence the distance she keeps, scoping out her mark. But the more she sees of Tykhe, the more uneasy she feels about leaving the spirit to blindly roam these haunted grounds. By the time she finally puts together what— or rather who— Tykhe seeks, Yelena is invested. Nothing like a dead sister to pull at the heartstrings.
She starts to rise, ready to approach the ghost and offer assistance, when the sound of leaves crunching under footsteps alerts her to a new presence. Reluctantly, Yelena turns her back on the ghost to assess the newcomer. Hopefully it is another member of her party and not someone she'll have to compete with for the eyes. Some competition might be fun, but it would likely come at the expense of helping Tykhe. ]
GAMBLING NEST
[ Yelena has her sights on the poker table, already making her way in that direction when the idea strikes. It's risky, but if the stakes are proportional to the reward, the other games would pale in comparison.
She takes her seat as cards are being shuffled for a new game and produces her gun, setting it down on the tabletop before her. ]
Have you ever played Russian roulette?
WILDCARD
[ OOC: Choose your own adventure! Yelena has a healthy allowance to be spent on bribes or other things, feel free to seek her out for funding. Reach out with any ideas/questions/etc. via PM or cosmology. ]
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