#maenadia

“I came undone but now I’ve pulled myself together.” The strange woman had a distinct ominous presence about her but Z couldn’t pin point exactly what it was. Her head felt as if everything was swirling together and she couldn’t sworn she’d felt an electricity buzz around her for a few seconds before. It had faded but her head still didn’t feel quite right. Her hands felt like they were buzzing with something and she couldn’t remember the past few minutes.

;)

               || ACCESSING DATA...

If there was one thing Lenora truly hated about this entire affair, it was that she wasn't getting any credit for her work. Not the death, not the struggles of war, no -- what did it matter to her? She wasn’t on the frontlines. She was nestled comfortably in her husband’s house, dressed in fine clothing and fed meals that were always tested for poison -- by the servants, of course.

To anyone else, she was Lord Russell Jorin’s well-bred wife, known for her eloquence and intelligence and beauty. Or something like that. She didn’t pay much attention to the matters. Truth be told, she had been engaged and wed to the man because of her father’s influence as a wealthy merchant, and she agreed to go along with it solely to get away from him.

Russell was harmless, if not inattentive. Too busy attempting to save lives of some while ending others (the hypocrite) in the name of his King. Lenora, as always, remained indifferent to most current events and monarchs and laws. Science was her god and the only thing she ever  sought out for herself was knowledge -- no matter the costs.

When her husband’s side began to lose against the invaders, she seized the opportunity to strike a deal with him -- leave her to her experiments, and she would provide his armies with the means to annihilate those with greater numbers. The poisonous gasses and other biological weapons she created did not take long to sway him, and now she was relatively content with her life...outside of Russell claiming the mixtures as his own. He said that men would not trust a woman’s invention on the battlefield, and she understood -- but still, it irritated her beyond all measure. Perhaps she would teach them a lesson or two when all the fighting was done--

“--My lady!” One of the guards burst into her lab and she spun on her heel, already tossing a vial of acid in his direction in irritation.

“What have I said about interruptions?!” she hissed, irritated that her toss had missed him.

He yelped all the same, “My apologies, my lady, but we are under attack! His Lordship requires you be escorted to the keep at on--”

It wasn’t uncommon for Lenora to find alternate versions of the same people when she traveled between the worlds. Time and space worked in a funny way like that. The Goddess did, however, strongly recall what did not work with this particularly violent blonde woman -- and what did.

So, as before, she approached her with a less direct yet more friendly manner. At least by now she had worked with more...aggressive individuals and had more experience with how to handle and interact with them.

Neva’s  primary  diet  in  everyday  life  is  ( sadly )  quite  lacking—— she  doesn’t  often  get  to  eat  in  abundance,  and  the  content  of  what  she  eats  is  far  from  a  well-rounded  diet.  Considering  she  finds  herself  traveling  95%  of  the  time,  she  prepares  a  lot  of  measured  rations  herself,  and  keeps  a  lot  of  these  smaller  portions  in  her  bag(s) / on  her  person  at  all  times.  These  rations  mostly  consist  of  non-perishables,  in  case  of  a  prolonged  time  away  from  markets / other  places  where  she  can  have  a  ‘fuller’  meal.  Neva  (and  her  body,  naturally)  has  grown  accustomed  to  the  emptiness  of  slight  starvation,  as  a  result  of  this  minimal  eating.