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Entry tags:
event open
Who: aranea highwind and you!
What: misc plots re: event
When: during the clusterfuck
Where: various
Warning(s): half-naked aranea
1. good things come to those who wait
[ After helping some people out during the clusterfuck explosion earlier today, Aranea returns back to her newly acquired warehouse where she's been housing some displaced workers from the Market District. She's tired, she's sore, and she's in the process of getting cleaned up before she goes back out.
Which is a horrible idea, really.
She did luck out and get some details. Occurring to some people: The Empress is nowhere to be found and isn't releasing statements. Huh! Aranea isn't involved in politics, so she lets it go in one ear and out the other.
She's been back and forth — you may have seen her favoring her side a bit more the longer the day went on, but she's back in her makeshift "office". It's mostly her shit thrown about but the main focus here is Aranea who is without her shirt. She's leaning against her desk, inspecting the patch of bandages at her hip. Her shirt carelessly tossed on the pile of paperwork she had to sign to lease the place.
Maybe she helped you? Maybe you spotted her and wanted to see if she was okay? Whatever the case may be, here she is. ]
2. on the run
[ It was late. She needed to get a hold of Prompto. The more time passed, the more people started to collectively freak out. Someone needs to address this — to speak out. If anyone could get in contact with The Empress, she figures it's a city guard.
She ventures out to the south wall of the city. There's probably a few people she can wrangle to track the guy down — but it's here where she stops around a corner and sees a small group of people all carrying weapons.
THE FUGITIVES! I swear I saw one leave the tavern! They can't be too far off! Check the shops —
Aranea groans, seeing the mass of people move past her towards the rows of shops. Maybe it's a glint of movement in a shadow that catches her attention, but if you're in the south side of the city, you may be in danger.
She's going to inspect the shadows, seeing if it's a wanted fiend or someone at the wrong place at the wrong time. With a sudden summon of her spear, she aims nicely and thwip! The weapon impales into the side of the building, blocking off anyone who tried to escape. ]
Hey! Shouldn't you be in bed? Long day, what, with bombs going off and all.
[ She says to literally anyone, regardless of if it's a fugitive. It's late and she's tired. :( ]
3. wildcard
[ hmu and i'll work with whatever! ]
What: misc plots re: event
When: during the clusterfuck
Where: various
Warning(s): half-naked aranea
1. good things come to those who wait
Which is a horrible idea, really.
She did luck out and get some details. Occurring to some people: The Empress is nowhere to be found and isn't releasing statements. Huh! Aranea isn't involved in politics, so she lets it go in one ear and out the other.
She's been back and forth — you may have seen her favoring her side a bit more the longer the day went on, but she's back in her makeshift "office". It's mostly her shit thrown about but the main focus here is Aranea who is without her shirt. She's leaning against her desk, inspecting the patch of bandages at her hip. Her shirt carelessly tossed on the pile of paperwork she had to sign to lease the place.
Maybe she helped you? Maybe you spotted her and wanted to see if she was okay? Whatever the case may be, here she is. ]
2. on the run
She ventures out to the south wall of the city. There's probably a few people she can wrangle to track the guy down — but it's here where she stops around a corner and sees a small group of people all carrying weapons.
THE FUGITIVES! I swear I saw one leave the tavern! They can't be too far off! Check the shops —
Aranea groans, seeing the mass of people move past her towards the rows of shops. Maybe it's a glint of movement in a shadow that catches her attention, but if you're in the south side of the city, you may be in danger.
She's going to inspect the shadows, seeing if it's a wanted fiend or someone at the wrong place at the wrong time. With a sudden summon of her spear, she aims nicely and thwip! The weapon impales into the side of the building, blocking off anyone who tried to escape. ]
Hey! Shouldn't you be in bed? Long day, what, with bombs going off and all.
[ She says to literally anyone, regardless of if it's a fugitive. It's late and she's tired. :( ]
3. wildcard
[ hmu and i'll work with whatever! ]
no subject
[ She'll move along quickly, not to drag down with sex talk. ]
It's been a whirlwind since the ground zero fallout, I've only caught this by chance.
no subject
[ He snorts. He isn't trying to be insulting, at least??? It's just funny. ]
Guess you got lucky. Or I'm luckier, since you told me what you heard.
no subject
[ Is she, though? ]
Is it a matter of luck or right place, right time?
no subject
[ Regarding the luck, he means. And with that, he pushes himself up. ]
Kind of like what happened earlier.
[ He says it with a wink. And yes, he does mean the whole shirtless situation from earlier. PLEASE KICK HIM OUT RIGHT NOW. ]
no subject
[ Is all she says on the matter. ]
Point is, gossip travels fast. But there is barely anything crossing my path.
no subject
[ Who knows! Maybe she'll catch wind of something else sooner or later. Qrow wants to be optimistic right now.
In any case, he's said his piece and got something out of her. He turns and waves a hand as he exits.]