When: July 6, 2020. Where: The Bridge of Tears Who: closed to @prizedfox
She stands still as a statue, her eyes glued to an unspecified point somewhere in the watery abyss below. She’s come here to think, to seek clarity for a chaotic mess of thoughts that has dominated her mind for the past week. The shootout did not occur here, but how many times had she read stories and accounts of cruel demise that had occurred here? The history of the bridge doesn’t escape her; and she had hoped that being in the epicenter of Rosvony’s violence would provide her with a vision of a fresh path she and the Angels ought to head regarding what had happened at the festival.
But, as her fingers curl around the rail and she swallows an invisible lump forming in her throat, it reminds her of the harsh reality. Nothing. A week has passed and my god, how hard each of them have worked to solve the mystery. Every single Angel — and nothing. Raven draws in a deep breath as frustration causes her eyes to flutter closed. How is it possible that they remain clueless? It shouldn’t be possible. Not with all the assets they have in their possession. Not when they’re supposed to run this city.
She’s deep in her thoughts; but not deep enough to lose all awareness of her surroundings. Although they haven’t initiated a conversation yet, her arrival is loud, her presence instantly demanding the attention of everyone in her vicinity. Some people’s minds just are like that; and though she didn’t come here for a social encounter, Raven releases her grip on the rail and turns toward Evelina anyway. “You look well.” She notes after a quick observation of her person ( because of course she knew the hand the masterminds behind the attack had dealt to Morozova ). “Either the wound wasn’t severe to begin with or you have an exceptional healer in your hands.”
