[In light of the assassination, it isn't accurate to say things have completely settled down. Tensions are at an all-time high and smaller fights keep breaking out on the street. After the initial rush, Monts has largely avoided any big crowds after injuring her ankle.
It's wrapped up now at least.
She's skirting the edges of the red light district to get back to her small apartment. Screw all this noise, screw all the youkai and their power struggles. She wants to go home. Even the good memories she was able to make that night are a quickly dimming light. Mari wants to go home to greet her grandfather, listen to her grandmother scold her before serving her a large bowl of sopa de frijoles or whatever she had been meticulously working on in their small kitchen. Her heart and stomach twist at the homesickness, she almost wants to throw up.
But she doesn't. And she doesn't cry either.
She holds her head up high as she forces herself to walk as swiftly as possible before her numbed ankle slows her down. Monts frowns and pauses, looking down at it.]
🌃 Bishop
It's wrapped up now at least.
She's skirting the edges of the red light district to get back to her small apartment. Screw all this noise, screw all the youkai and their power struggles. She wants to go home. Even the good memories she was able to make that night are a quickly dimming light. Mari wants to go home to greet her grandfather, listen to her grandmother scold her before serving her a large bowl of sopa de frijoles or whatever she had been meticulously working on in their small kitchen. Her heart and stomach twist at the homesickness, she almost wants to throw up.
But she doesn't. And she doesn't cry either.
She holds her head up high as she forces herself to walk as swiftly as possible before her numbed ankle slows her down. Monts frowns and pauses, looking down at it.]
Damn. It's still slow as hell.