Goddamned Coincidence [Rin, Gavin, Envy] Apr 23, 2014 19:38:49 GMT -4
Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 19:38:49 GMT -4
Rin rolled into this particular town on a wave of anguish, generated mostly by her constant terrorizing of the apparent trade route between Samhain and everywhere else. The outpost was apparently a 'safe' place, though, which made her wonder how the city worked if the outpost was so 'safe'. Rin saw reavers everywhere out there. For a race that was supposed to be bringing about the end of mankind, they sure were tolerant of the worthless things. She herself had killed as many of the things as she could, but apparently word had ran ahead of her and some overmind-reaver teams had greeted her at the gate to tell her, in a neutral tone of voice, that she wasn't to do any of that in Samhain proper. All the humans within the walls of Samhain, apparently, were property. What a nice concept. Maybe she'd barter for a human to eat sometime today. Maybe tomorrow. She hadn't tasted human flesh in a long time, especially living flesh. The road had been long, and hard, and her clothing was in tatters, not that it had been anything to speak of before. Little pieces of shrapnel hung in the loose threads, brick dust was essentially all that was left of the weave of the fabric. She'd walked for a long time. She'd barely slept. Her body was lean and her face was drawn, her eyes filled with the suspicion of constant attack and hatred of a huge part of the population of the earth. Rin was not a good person. She wasn't even close to a good person. The fire in her could be felt from a long way away as she pushed open the door to the clothes shop she was deciding on entering. There were a few shops around, but this one looked like a place made for Reavers.
She cast her eyes around the neatly hung-up and folded clothes around her. She hadn't seen a place this tidy since her time with Lily. She remembered the times they'd spent killing the occupants of clothing stores, watching them rise as Lessers and slaughter the people on the street while they found clothes that would look good on the Overmind. Rin gave up soon after meeting her on finding clothes that looked good on her. She just wore travel clothes. It's not like she had anything really worth having, but she gave up a lot to that girl, including her life as a Reaver. She remembered the time she spent tracking down the woman. Apparently she'd been seen in this town, but the vampyre she'd killed for the information had been panicky and brief. Nothing much had been gleaned. So she took her dust, and her shrapnel, and her pain, and brought everything she owned to the city of Samhain. Idly, she picked on a human leg, torn up beyond recognition, as she stepped aside from the entrance. The place was well-lit, surprisingly so. "Hielo!" she called out, in her thick slavic voice. "I look for travelling clothes!"