“ ... you’re not nearly as quiet as you believe yourself to be. ” (the-alternate-variable) [[ATLAS TIME BABEY, also hiiiiii]]
sundialhunter answered:
“If ah’ worried ‘bout every soul that just so happens t’ be more attentive t’ the world around them, well, then Ah’d actually start TRYIN’, nao would Ah’?” Zora sneers. Hm! Tall guy, silver...everything...sorta familiar. Sorta? Eh, probably not important. The cowgirl doesn’t seem to be all that fazed, at least on the outside.
“But hell, yew got mah attention, if anythin’! So out with it, Silver Eyes.”
The thing about this city, this society, was that everyone felt like they had a story. Whether it was because they believed themselves to be the greatest of the greats, skill set unparalleled, or even that they felt the need to help others for whatever the greater good’s moral standpoint was... They all thought the same.
From looking at this woman, she believed she was great, just by the way she held herself. Whether or not she had the actual abilities to back that up was unknown. Unbeknownst to her, she surprisingly didn’t... stand out too much, regardless of the clothing she wore. Hell, he’d only just passed a man with glowing blue hair... It was common here.
No, what catches his attention is the way she moves, and.. something else. It was stalking, yes, like she was tracking someone or something, and while he would have normally paid her no mind, there was a... pull in the pit of his stomach, like the void had deepened again. Hunger.
He breaks the silence, the alleyway to their right feeling a tad darker than before. Maybe it was just getting late in the day. “...And you have mine.” Atlas’ head tilts. “So it seems you’re not doing very well of a job.”
