Time: Evening Date: July 20th Location: Itresia, the Masyarakat Ball Persona: None Status: Closed, @arthenni-s
Through her travels, Zanni had often landed herself in a series of unsavoury jobs. The nature of these jobs never mattered, all that mattered was the thrill of being used. Through the grapevine a name was repeated time and time again: The Secret Keeper.
Stood out on the balcony, Zanni can feel the vibrations of the music playing within the ballroom. There’s a scattering of people outside, keeping to their own private conversations, the odd person needing air from an excess of alcohol. Hopefully this meeting wouldn’t look too suspicious. Hell, she didn’t even know if this meeting was happening, all she could hope for was that her message had reached this all knowing stranger.
Maybe this would be a waste of time. Coming to this damned ball was already dredging up memories; of serving for such an occasion, reciting a chorus of ‘yes sir’’s and ‘will that be all?’’s. Unseen unless necessary. But now the remnants of that life loomed over her, threatening to ensnare her at any moment.
Which is why she chanced this meeting in the first place.
Every now and then, a door leading out would open, drawing Zanni’s attention. Nothing so far. A breeze dances through her hair, the cold nipping at her. An idle hand reaches to her back, only to retreat in disappointment as her blades are absent. Defenceless, Zanni remains on the balcony, watching and waiting.