TRICKSTER

   “The dead thing is here for a fight!” She sounds far more excited about that than she really should be. Something about the fact that death no longer was so permanent left the dance between herself and those like him all the more amusing. Hands are empty, secondaries lingering near a pair of sheathed shock pistols, primaries crossed over Araskes chest. 

   It is a pose picked up from watching the Lightmongers interact with one another.

   The Baron offers him a laugh, the sound loud and followed by chattering words signaled as nonsense by anyone who didn’t understand the language. For now she poses no real threat (a lie in itself there was no trusting her) and hands are empty of weaponry, cards instead held within secondary digits. Her gaze is unwavering from the Guardian’s own and a rattling breath is drawn inwards. 

   “You often win, but should know by now that luck runs out eventually.” Said as their cards are laid out on the table, head dipping down to peer at Andal’s own. Many spoke of Araskes’ ways of tricking all she came across in one way or another but no one has yet to prove the Baron is a cheater. 

and finally, there she go-

*screaming and casting golden gun*

*shakily aiming gun at a large bug in the sink*

As her arm drew back, he frowned like he was actually upset, then moved around her, twice, in a circle. Like she was an experiment. It was curious, really, the fact that something so goddamn tall and scary looking even existed. Ah, well. Cam didn’t mind.

“Is that good breakable or bad breakable? Because, like, I’ve heard it both ways. Why do you wanna break me? What did I do?” A pause. “Wait, wait, this is like, some weird roleplay, isn’t it? You’re just in character. Okay, cool. I wanna be some kind of western cowboy.” He held his hands in the form of finger guns. “Pew!”

   Her head turns to follow him at each step, four eyes bright beneath the hood they linger under. Would he find himself even more afraid to know that she is not even the height of her species’ tallest? Araskes was tall, yes, but not the tallest by any means. Some could easily double her height without trying. 

It was awe that was visible on his face once he saw the…woman? Alien? Thing? Whatever it was, it was clicking and was really fuckin’ tall. Brown eyes found themselves widening as she (?) turned to look at him. Was she going to eat him? …Probably. Gods, what a painful way to go. Still, he found it in himself to speak up to her. How tall was she, anyway?

“Not to be that guy but, like….you look really cool. What kind of cosplay is this?” He asked, lightly poking at her arm.

   The prodded arm draws back, a bold one he is, she thinks. Now drawing over to a hunched position and face lowered level with Cam’s own, Araskes wonders what place this must be that her presence alone does not incite fear. There is no way this is the City, there was no Traveler, no Light here. 

   Vex. She hates them, hates their gates, hates the red beady eye. Doesn’t stop her from passing through one of the shimmering gridded structure. Mid prison-break things are simply chaotic, it is hard not to get lost, to take the only opening available when fire crackles behind. Only this one cracks under weight of falling debris. A warped view meets the Eliksni’s gaze as she staggers across grass.