@rosepetalmafioso
So that’s how it ends, huh?
To say that Zora wasn’t at all happy about being pulled from home was an understatement. She never liked leaving business unfinished, and damn it, she had so much left to DO. To be told that now all of her hard work was just gone? That all that time put towards actually fighting for a cause was all in vain?
That all of her friends might have not made it out, or even know that what they were doing was all for naught?
She needs a drink.
A nice drink to settle with and...figure out what the hell she was gonna do with herself now. The familiar ticking in the back of her head had fallen silent, no longer passively keeping time as her Epithet was prone to do--which meant what, exactly? Being a Mundie might be interesting, but she could care less about her dumb powers for the moment.
The cowgirl stuck out in Techno Solar like a dirt thumb--not that she cared, either. Perhaps it was the temporal theming of Clockwork Rafters that drew her in, or perhaps she was simply in the mood to lose herself in the nightlife. Must look lonely as hell sitting like this, she thinks, as Zora swirls her choice of alcohol in her glass.
“...guess Ah’ could keep huntin’...” She murmurs to no one in particular. Or so she thought, anyway.