*grumbles* mornin. i'm here.
#darp
Rhian approached the group with a simple head nod. She had only been in the fade a handful of times, but for the disgustingly sweet romance of Cole and Bellara, she figured she could stomach it again for them.
"Well. I'm here." She placed a hand on her hip and took in the scenery.
"That poison shit…if they’re leaving it behind, someone is still handling distribution. And if someone’s still handling distribution, that means someone has answers."
Rhian shifted her grip on the axe, the worn handle fitting perfectly into her calloused palm.
"We find them. We make them talk.”
Leana was focused, magic still humming at her fingertips, though Rhian could see the tension in her shoulders. Spencer was steady as always. Thomas earnest, uncertain, trying his best by doing what he could, and she'd give him credit for that. But none of it mattered if they had nothing to go on. +
Rhian exhaled sharply. Arian was barely holding it together—his jaw clenched so tightly it might crack, his breath coming too fast, too sharp. She had seen this kind of anger before. She had lived it. It burned fast and violent and she wouldn’t be the one to hold it back. +
“Hmmm fuck.” She grimaced as the Antaam twitched beneath her axe. She yanked it free and rested it on her shoulder, the blood dripping down her back. “No sign of her. Just more bodies.” She walked over to her companions, giving Arian a lingering glance.
A grunt escaped Rhian's lips as her axe came crashing down through the shoulder of the Antaam. It would have nearly cut all the way through if it weren't for the multiple thick strands of rope bindings. She panted as the stray hairs of her short ashen blonde hair clung to the sweat on her brow. +
“Well aren’t you eager. I like that.” Rhian chuckled darkly to Leana as intermission ended and the next act began. Rhian took a moment to observe the stage, the players, but Arian’s Little Bird wasn’t singing. Strange, she thought and glanced over to Arian to see if it was normal…
Rhian lifted an eyebrow. "Desire demon. I'll want to hear more about that later."
She looked back to the stage as intermission began. "Spirits - not something I know shit about. Glad we know someone who does though, never know when that'd be needed. Especially with all our run-ins with Venatori."
Rhian leaned a little closer to Arian to whisper - "Wouldn't be surprised if there was a Venatori or two here. It's too good of an opportunity for them to miss." She shifted before looking back to Leana. "Spirits, huh?" She changed the subject quickly.
Rhian leaned back into her seat, glancing around - exits had been noted, she had clocked the individuals she recognized and those she didn't. She glanced back to Leana and Arian.
"So far, can't complain. Those Dellamortes go all out that's for sure..."
She dismissed his compliment with a quick little eyeroll, it was just how they were.
"Good. I know this evening is a big deal. I wouldn't have agreed to go to the opera otherwise. I didn't have anywhere to keep my axe. It's a bit...big." She grimaced, feeling naked without her weapon.
Rhian strolled up to Arian, sporting a black and silver fit that matched, noting his attire and making a note of the slight dusting of dirt on his shoulder. She brushed it off, a little more forcefully than what people usually do.
“Problems? Seems you had it handled.”
A night at the opera. Something she never thought she'd be apart of, but here she was. Arian was particularly excited, but more so about the star of the show than the show itself. She finished buttoning the jacket of her outfit, and while it *was* showy it was more practical than people realized...
Rhian stands outside Ivy's door as the others come and go, catches Ivy's eye and gives a nod of her head. She wasn't known for encouraging words... but hopefully just being there with the others was good enough. She turned on her heel to go find her seat.
🤨hmm
*she watches him for a moment, expression unreadable before she nods.*
Tonight works. Don’t be late, Ian.
*glances back up at him from her nails, piercing blue eyes look at his*
Sure.
Door will be unlocked.
*firmly* let me know if you need me.
*raises an eyebrow and straight to the point* Exactly what you’re thinking right now.
*chuckles* I know, Ian. Doesn’t mean you can’t be bad in other ways.
*picks her nails with a dagger* Just good to know how far you can be pushed…
*tilts head and looks Ian up and down* Hmm. Interesting.
“I did.” She confessed. “I’ve been told it’s an experience. I’ll be in Treviso for a bit. I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon.” She stood but didn’t let her gaze leave his. “Thank you for the coffee. I consider this an intriguing start to my time here.”
*Shrugs*
Or you can press your luck. Could be fun for the both of us.
I’ll give it to you. You look sharp.
Try not to outshine the grooms. It’d be rude.
Guess we’ve got a wedding we’re going to?
#darp
@arianmercar.bsky.social
-tilts her head to the side, watching his eyes-
Good company seems hard to come by these days, promises or no.
As does fine wine.
Tragic. Truly. How *WILL* you ever recover?
