#palomastarter

[xmeerax]

@bansheepaloma location: Lupercal notes: going with they knew each other way back when idk fite me valkyrie pals

"Oh I just adore this." Meera praised as she looked at the material of Paloma's outfit, the elve was a very tactile and touchy person so she immediately had a bit of the banshee's garment in her hands as she ran her fingers over it. "The textures are just to die for, ugh, I need to get something like this for myself." Maybe she could convince Paloma to just give it to her, Meera had already done a quick estimate and figured the two of them were about the same size.

[bloodygiovanni]

@bansheepaloma location: Saturchella, Hakan's Big Ass Castle notes: cheers to their displaced mutual

Apparently Paloma was Caio's best friend, "He's moved in already," but Giovanni was his BOYFRIEND which took priority over the crazy girl who screamed her face off for a month. Giovanni relaxed by the pool and sipped some of the blood wine that had been catered, he didn't know Hakan but most of these people didn't. That was half the fun, they'd rage to dawn and remember this part forever. "You're a DJ, right? That how you two met?"

[chrysacr]

@bansheepaloma location: THE STREETS BITCH notes: just screaming at each other

"Let me in. Let me in. Let me in." Chrysaor muttered, his voice was a ragged whisper, the dead air that filled the spirit's corporeal lungs came and fell like an old man's death rattle. Each was as finite as it was shaky, unnecessary but a burden that poured from him again and again. At some point he'd gotten a sword he'd picked it up from... Someone, something. The banshee likened it to an out of body experience, from above he looked down at himself as the former warrior moved in a familiar pattern and cadence. He and a valkyrie that hadn't known one another until they were locked across the hall from each other.

"LET ME IN!" Chrysaor screamed with renewed vigor and enough force to strip the flesh and sinew from the bones of some monstrosity that had crawled out of the shadows. A splatter on the wall, a litter of bones, "LET ME IN!" The banshee wailed as painful, bloodied tears rained down his face. They weren't listening, nobody was listening. "LET ME IN!" Some drow beast tamer was demolished, their soul shredded from the force of the wail and cast into the Otherworld.