eye of the beholder.
the streets are dark but they aren’t quiet. the tension is palpable in the air, anxiety that runs rampant. who could have done this and what does it mean? speculation is the name of the game, a fever that spreads relentless through the city. maybe yani has her own ideas about what’s going on and maybe she doesn’t. she’s not important enough to be a target in anything, anyway. she’s just a misplaced biologist slash witch who doesn’t know good sense from her left elbow, and that’s the long and short of it.
so while chaos reigns and the world crumbles, yani decides it’s time to head in search of a drink, likely. she’s more or less adjusted to the darkness now, though she’s beginning to work on a tension headache from all the squinting - something that fei is happy to remind her of each time she tells him to slow down already. she’s got her arm through his, relying on him to carry the bulk of navigation through these familiar streets, knowing that he’s the lucky fool with the night vision.
“who knew one of your stupid mods would come in handy on a non-illegal venture?” she laughs out, as if she has any position to tease him for the illegality of his job when she runs drugs and manages supply for the largest operation in elysium. but yani is happy to be a hypocrite if it means she can rag on her childhood friend, in fairness. “stop gloating and get us to the bar, i need something atrociously alcoholic to cut this headache off.” she complains, and if she presses a little closer as darkness looms from the edges of suddenly unfamiliar alleyways, she doesn’t admit it. it’s strange, to have a place she knows so well become so starkly unfamiliar.
@neofei shortly before the third phase