SCARLET the REVELATOR

respond to Layla’s offer for a handshake. Scarlet herself didn’t quite know what to do herself, when offered that hand.]

the longer they travel together, the more Ms. Wren’s sensibilities become her own.]

( Thank you. I’m feeling a bit better about this. I had been wary, but… there aren’t many of us left. I have to trust that this is right.)

[ Scarlet crosses her arms, waiting to see how Sael might

I was… born of a Psykowyrm’s genetic material.

[ Not incorrect, but still omitting details.]

Apologies for the skepticism… meeting new people isn’t exactly my forte.

[ Her feet shift, just a tad more relaxed. If Layla trusts someone, Scarlet has little reason to not do the same. After all,

Sael the Stormwyrm…

[ So, her assumption had been correct. It also leads her to believe that this newfound “ally” is more tactical than he leads on. There’s a reason why she has yet to utilize any sort of mind-altering abilities. The more she keeps to herself the better.]

Layla is correct.

her chin gently. Now all three eyes focus on him. The Revelator continues after Layla’s trails on with “sir”,]

Yes. What is your name? I am known as Scarlet.

[ It’s becoming clear to her. Moving in under the guise of a storm would be an effective means of slowing down transportation. Is that his plan? Stop a convoy and steal the egg? How can Scarlet be so sure this half-wyrm isn’t a horrible man?]

… If so, it’s impressive.

[ Droplets drip off

… date night…

[ Her third eye betrays the piercing glare of golden eyes. It looks away sheepishly. Scarlet’s ears wiggle gently not just from the wind but from hearing the trills of Layla’s voice. It’s clear in her mannerisms that she cares for the elf.]

Is this your doing? The weather?

[ She wishes to breach it, but it’s more difficult than most humanoids.]

( Please. I have to know his intentions.)

wyrm show its face in a city like that?)

[ Her thoughts protect into Layla’s mind. Even in her concerned haze, Scarlet knows better than to block the elf from directing the course of conversation. It’s her skill, an expertise.]

( I need you to get him to start talking. This one’s mind is…)

[ She’s obviously a bit blunt. Suspicion raises in her voice, clutching Layla a bit more out of a realization.]

( Wren— I can surmise this one may be here for the same reasons. Why else would another

stares him down like a locked-in predator.

Scarlet’s vision glances past this new and mysterious figure. The city is in sight. Even more interesting, there’s an uncalled for storm brewing. The rain drips off her horns and phases through her third eye.]

… Who… are you?

[ The overbearingly tall of the two half-wyrms takes a second to assess this with her eyes. Her first instinct is usually to project into one’s mind and gain a reading. It’s clear that she isn’t thinking right.]

…

[ There’s no answer to him, or even an acknowledgment of Layla. She simply

back.]

…?

[ Tall, blue, oddly dressed…
… scales. Reptilian tail.]

It can’t be— that’s—…!!

[ If Layla were to look at Scarlet instead of the figure in front, she’d see a rather confused and worried expression on Scarlet’s face. It devolves into something more… exasperated.]

HEY!! YOU!!

up to the top of this screeching tin can.]

Why would you let them know we’re here?

[ Cocking her head and ignoring any real reasoning. After asking the question, she grabs Layla by the waist and leaps to the top of the rail cart. And then gently places down the girl with a hand steady on her

[ She winces just the slightest. Like a scolded dog, she knows good and well that Layla’s thoughts are meant to be private. It’s that damn brain-to-mouth barrier that’s practically absent getting Scarlet into trouble again.]

S-Sorry Layla.

[ Her brows do furrow when she hears Layla shouting +

her horn is struggling to keep its focus on the elven girl.]

You’ve taught me much already. I cannot believe this would be difficult.

[ she looks to the ground. It’s clear she’s trying to find words, but deep down she wants to find the right ones to impress Layla.]

I’d be grateful if you were to educate me on fiction. Perhaps… my dreams may become more colorful, under your tutelage.

[ Looking back at her. The eye between

Judging a book by its cover. That’s… a metaphor. I don’t mind metaphors.

[ She’s a walking, talking one at that. The cover doesn’t seem to have pictures on it, so she only thought to take it literally.]

If you think I’d enjoy this piece of fictitious writing, I’d be…

Grounded?

[ She doesn’t bother to mimic— her bangs shield her sensitive eyes from light. This tiny creature does seem… relaxed. She doesn’t mind relating.]

Grounded. Right.

[ Taking a glance at their horns.]

Uncommon for them to be one solid color where you’re from. Is that it, creature?

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[ It’s dark out. To any sun-born creature, now would be the time to sleep.]

…

[ To a creature born of the darkness— it’s a prime time to hunt. Perched upon a thick branch, her gargoyle-esque body is silhouetted by the moonlight.

Golden eyes pierce the inky black like headlights.] #MVRP #OpenRP

…

[ also sticking her tongue out when nobody is looking.]

aaaaahh...

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[ It’s a solemn, lonely night. She stares into the deep pitch sky, much like the recesses of her mind and heart. Her eyes glow against the snow, melting when it meets her kindling glare.

What a sad existence…]

[ Squinting. She’s a little skeptical.]

You appreciate my horns, small creature?

[ Her voice is fairly gruff.]

What color are they, where you’re from?

break-in like you’re thinking just now, then we should stop them.

[ She’s saying this out loud in front of people who are sorta cowering into their seats, as they make their way to the back.]

uneasy.

[ Scarlet stands upright, accidentally scraping her horns against the iron above her and create sparks.]

Uh. Sorry.

[ She bends down and looks for the end of the car, motioning for Layla to follow her. They’d climb up from the back and make escape possible.]

If it really is a

Hmph, I thought so. No regular person would be foolish enough to do something that stupid.

[ These boxed in metal cars make her ESP difficult to use. She can only feel this stranger’s presence.]

Come on, Layla. We’re going up. I can’t get a reading on whatever’s up there— and it’s making me

[ She understands that much. What she lacks in social cues, she makes up for in reasoning and book smarts.]

What’s it about? Judging by the title, I imagine a woman is fleeing from a monster trying to kill her. Horror, maybe?