09-22-2016, 05:12 PM
Carmen
NPC
She left Raffe to watch over the place while she waited for Manix to show. By now the lights had dimmed to a rosy underglow and the music undulated to the show on the stage. Most in the busy club were engrossed with the girls and their tease of flesh, and the demand on the hosting staff eased. Even then Carmen wouldn't usually idle when on shift, but this was important.
Rage had run cold and then settled into worry. She tried to console herself. It wasn't like Oriena hadn't brought trouble to Kallisti's door before; the girl revelled in it, whether it was toying with the patrons or teasing fire between the local gangs. But that was before Ascendancy announced to the world that he was a god, and that others wielded powers among them. Before Carmen knew that assassins crept in their midst. She could deal with everything else; she didn't know how to deal with this.
She spied him in one of the booths, nursing a drink. His text had been terse, but then hers had been furious. Oriena had intended that reaction, if the smirk on her face had been anything to go by, but it didn't dim Carmen's anger. Nor the protectiveness she felt for the club - and someone was going to give her answers.
She didn't greet him. There was no coy flirtation this time, just the raw steel of emotion. Anger was there, no mistake, but concern was expressed just as openly. "Explain. What the hell is going on, Manix?
Edited by Oriena, Sep 24 2016, 03:59 AM.
NPC
She left Raffe to watch over the place while she waited for Manix to show. By now the lights had dimmed to a rosy underglow and the music undulated to the show on the stage. Most in the busy club were engrossed with the girls and their tease of flesh, and the demand on the hosting staff eased. Even then Carmen wouldn't usually idle when on shift, but this was important.
Rage had run cold and then settled into worry. She tried to console herself. It wasn't like Oriena hadn't brought trouble to Kallisti's door before; the girl revelled in it, whether it was toying with the patrons or teasing fire between the local gangs. But that was before Ascendancy announced to the world that he was a god, and that others wielded powers among them. Before Carmen knew that assassins crept in their midst. She could deal with everything else; she didn't know how to deal with this.
She spied him in one of the booths, nursing a drink. His text had been terse, but then hers had been furious. Oriena had intended that reaction, if the smirk on her face had been anything to go by, but it didn't dim Carmen's anger. Nor the protectiveness she felt for the club - and someone was going to give her answers.
She didn't greet him. There was no coy flirtation this time, just the raw steel of emotion. Anger was there, no mistake, but concern was expressed just as openly. "Explain. What the hell is going on, Manix?
Edited by Oriena, Sep 24 2016, 03:59 AM.
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