#twincuts

@twincuts sent: i saw what i was, & what i was capable of.

Holly's cousin always looked odd whenever they mentioned their more mystical affinities. At first, she looked briefly sympathetic, before that quickly shifted into one of what looked like a mixture of annoyance and perturbation, before ultimately it seems to take on something more akin to exasperation.

A quiet sigh, as Tabitha gestured vaguely in the air, as if the words she said next were utterly mundane and concise.

"Deja vu is a common sensation, Holly. Everyone has it. There's nothing strange about it." Tabitha surmised, gaze turning toward the window to their side.

Pointedly, not at Holly, as she continued.

"Maybe you just fantasized about another life because..." her voice drifted away, a touch distant, as she gave another vague wave of her hand, "...well, we both know neither of ours are particularly enviable."

To most, that sort of statement would almost seem laughable. The richest woman in Scarlet Hollow, who to many just sat around and bossed the miners around, was complaining about how hard she had it. A woman of such pedigree and wealthy upbringing bemoaning her station would have earned scorn from most.

A sentiment that Tabitha was more than aware of.

Tabitha's body began to shrink into itself, shoulders hunched in as she visibly winced. The topic was undoubtedly something she seemed to dislike addressing, even if she was willing to discuss it in some capacity with Holly despite that. The benefits of a stronger bond, perhaps?

Watching this foreign entity of sorts clearly deliberate the one rational choice available to him, the emperor's place in his throne was one of sheer anticipation. Patiently waiting for him to make the correct choice, until he had taken to doing more than just putting it away, but throwing away that petty weapon.

Few things put a smile on his face quite like such an eager show of willingness to listen to one's betters, and without even a moment's bit of lip service -so to speak- given in opposition. "Excellent. Now, might I offer you a seat, Mister...?" Giving the other a very long moment to fill in the name. The throne room, the cabin, of this mothership was not a place that could be entered lightly, certainly it was one of the most fortified places in the universe, but now that this alien was here, it was impolite not to entertain this guest.

you know, i’m barely old enough — 

“Good afternoon, Kyo.” 

The maid nodded in his direction, both hands curled around the handle of a pail of water she was to bring back to camp. She quickened her stride, falling into step with him in order to carry on a conversation. 

❝ You go on ahead.  I won’t be drinking anything. Or flirting with any of the patrons. I brought a book, actually. ❞ Kalle’s presence within the tavern was really only one of damage control in case something undesirable struck Kyo. Kalle brandished the aforementioned novel, waving Kyo away with a dismissive gesture. Let the man do what he will, it was hardly Kalle’s concern for the time being. Until, something ridiculous happened, that was.

The work of Justice Itself was never complete. No deed too small to be undertaken, no vista too simple or humble if it provides the Correct vantage point, no effort could be rightfully called vain when made with pure intention. Failure to understand this virtue was to see the world through clouded lenses, unable to discern truth from the misty vague shapes that came in and out of one's dilution.

This task brought immortal judgment to its Earth, in its own realm. His hands were folded over his lap, on a Bus. These interventions were not rare, and they only grew more common the longer that the world spun towards its apex. This bus was on its way towards the town of Scarlet Hollow, though it was not her final destination - few took this path, that was why she had taken it. The divine only possessed two fellow passengers so it would seem; one, who was directly next to him, he had ensorceled to blissful rest in anticipation of his next stop, in relief of the other who was directly across the aisle. Their case was watched carefully, as all were. And breaking hours of silence, That Which Was had spoken.

"This box was going to go bad anyways, so may as well use it."

The statement came as she sat the tray on the bed. Of all things, a bowl of mac and cheese was situated atop it, along with a bottle of cream soda to the side. Tabitha's arms crossed, as per usual, while she looked at Holly with an expression that teetered between concern and bemusement.

If Tabitha was worried about how Holly seemed a tad worse for wear last night, she seemed reluctant to voice it aloud. Like speaking about it would make it weird.