#thread: aria

Aedhan had gone to get their favorite tea, going to sit down and enjoy it. They don't notice the woman, but manage to stop before running right into her. They're thankful they didn't spill their tea on her. "I am so sorry. Are you okay?"

@ariasullivanx​

Aria was just coming back from the Rise and Grind, sipping her Arturian Super Black coffee from her metal cup when the bandits rode in, guns blazing and bullets flying everywhere.

Aria, having forgotten her ATLAS pistol at the office, ran for cover but not before her shield broke, and a bullet grazed her shoulder. agony raced up her arm, her now free hand coming up to cover the bleeding wound, coffee long forgotten as she ran down the Metroplex until she managed to slide into a shop that was still open. breathing heavily through clenched teeth, she collapses to the floor, kneeling as she held her injured arm.

the employees closed the doors and had their security turrets shoot anything within range, effectively protecting them from the bandits that were trying to get close. the other patrons fussed over her, asking if there was a medic among their numbers.

as /r/NYCinfluencersnark would say, tam is just an overpriced fitness studio with an “invite-only” stamp that makes people feel more relevant. they're not wrong—why else would serra pay $900 a month to participate in a glorified hot yoga-pilates hybrid with fancy lighting?

but as soon as she spots her friend waiting for her in the lobby, all composure goes out the door. serra's eyes well and glisten, and she can hardly form a sentence. in an instant, she's throwing her arms around her friend, tears (and a bit of snot) likely smudging onto the other's shoulder. "i can't believe it," is all she manages.