Location: somewhere in Asphodel @blacklxtus
Fuck.
Prop bit their teeth together as they stood outside of Hestia’s House, a large umbrella over their head, despite the wind still blowing water into their face. They only saw... spots regardless.Â
They took a deep breath and walked forward, Google telling them where they needed to go to reach home-front headquarters. Or at least, Google held out for two streets before the voice died away. They reached inside their pocket and soon realised the problem: dead. Water damage.Â
Shaking their head, they walked another street. By that time they were completely soaked and irritated. They sat down on the sidewalk, ignoring the feeling of wetness, since it didn’t matter anyway. They saw headlights on their left, and their muscles tensed instinctively, remembering the car from years ago, the one Isaias threw at their head. They stared at it, moving their head to the side a little. Why did this storm remind them of Isaias too? They heard the car stop and stood up. “Need something?” they asked.Â
