THE confusion has been palpable ever since her arrival, she’s sure... But if there’s anything she knows well, it’s how to keep pushing forward like she has a handle on the situation. This may not be Patch, but it’s a city. A city is only a bigger town. And no matter which direction you walk, you will find a pub --- and you will get most of what you need to know.
Raven remains isolated for now, tucked into a dimly-lit corner; back to the wall, she can observe in relative confidence --- and silence. Most of the murmurings are beyond her comprehension just yet; mentions of wailing sirens come and gone, of strange sweet smells on street corners. The familiar ambiance makes deliberate footfalls stand out all the more, and red eyes immediately hone in on a flash of white.
Gloved hands clench tightly; the visible parts of her knuckles begin to turn a vivid white. This isn’t real, she thinks. She’s seen illusory semblances before... And whoever was using this one knew exactly what she didn’t want to see.
❛ If you’re wanting to catch me off-guard, ❜ she drawls --- hand outstretched with newfound confidence, despite the ferocity to her stare --- and despite the quaver in her voice. ❛ You’ll have to do a LOT better than that. Come on out --- let me see you for who you really are. ❜
@iscattcr : STARTER CALL.
