Reluctant Truth
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Rain was nothing unusual for such a place. It was actually soothing, cooling the burn of mild bruises and cuts that had been left marring her features a bit. People gave the woman a wide birth as she walked along the train platform, leather glove clenching tight around a red, bloodied jacket slowly becoming more damp by the second. She stood out in the sense she didn’t try to look the part of a lady. She didn’t bother trying to be polite, or to hide the fact she had just been in a fight. It could also be the fact that along with that jacket she had a few wood poles resting over her shoulder like she might be intending to build something.
Across the way a short distance, a red caught her eye and immediately mismatched eyes flicked towards it. The sole Blighter tensed upon spotting her and the jacket in grip, hesitating briefly on whether to confront her or flee. She took one solid step forward - a heavy stomp, with a venomous glare before the gangster went rushing off having no interest in contending with the angry redhead.
There was the added risk that with one having seen her, more may be on the way. She hoped that one was a straggler.
Temperance already had enough of fighting for now, but she had no issue stomping more faces in if it came down to it. Detouring, she started to look around as if scavenging for something. Nails, more wood, maybe other things..? Her hand brushing against the blood still slightly damp atop her upper lip. She pays no mind to the screeching of trains as they grind to a halt on the tracks, or the whistles drowning out the sound of the crowds. None of any of it made any difference to her as long as they left her alone.
A crow would swoop in quietly, kraa-ing loudly and fluttering its wings as its dark eyes took in the area around it. It preened at the woman’s red locks lightly, and lightly clicked its beak, prompting the woman to pull something from her pocket and feed it to the avian.
