when: mid march 2040 where: near bar velo who: @amarcnthined / lunara!
dimly, otto can hear kiran (or is it antonia’s?) chiding tone as one or the other issued stern warnings for the trainees to be mindful of their surroundings in the aftermath of samael’s attack. he wasn’t really listening, letting it flow in one ear and out the other. in retrospect, he thinks whoever it was had been specifically looking at him as he stares up at the neon lights of novus and blinks them back into place.
something something grudges blah blah previous specter yadda yadda.
“lou- you good?” otto tries to stop the ringing in his ear by shaking his head as he reaches over to squeeze lunara’s hand. physically, she looks okay but having a statuesque redhead whip fire balls at your head can be traumatizing in other ways. in his experience anyways. crouching behind an upturned patio table alongside several outside diners - who very much are cowering while otto is clearly not - doesn’t provide much cover but it’s better than being out in the open until they can get their wits about them. he certainly feels more sober than he did five minutes ago at least.
blood trickles out of a cut on the side of his head and down his neck but he pays it no mind to peer over the table. solis skips past a burning city bus; behind her trails her partner - someone otto doesn’t recognize. “ottooooooo... come out, come out and plaaaaaay!” he ducks back down before he’s spotted and looks at lunara with a raised eyebrow. “wanna play then?”