Orisquirrelking henlo :3 also sorry, Cerys is being a meanie here, but ig that’s what villains do.
Cerys’s approach had been slow and methodical, as if she’s truly in no hurry to get wherever she’s going. Her eyes seem to scan the street for a moment before settling on Oris, recognition sparking across her face for a moment before settling into a easy smile.
“Found you.” Her voice lilts, and she changes directions, heading straight for Oris. A little faster than before, she stops just close enough to the other villain to be within arms reach.
“The streets and buildings around here are so unfamiliar to me, I’m surprised I was able to make sense of it long enough to at least gain some semblance of direction.” The mage laughs, looking at least slightly sheepish before she shakes her head.
“Ah that doesn’t matter now, what matters is I finally found you… Oris correct???” The woman tilts her head.
Regardless of how Oris answers, the earth right beneath their feet rumbles a little, and what appear to be small rocks, trail out of Cerys’s sleeve, forming into a small viper like construct, that weaves patiently through her fingers as she speaks.
“I’ve been sent on behalf of The Archivist on a few small errands within this city, and a little bird told me you might be able to help me in particular?” The mage’s gazes flicks between the woman and the snake curling around her hands.
After a moment, she bursts into laughter, the snake fixing its attention on Oris.
“Bah who am I kidding! I’m making it sound like there’s a better option here… and there is… it’s just not the best for you.” The viper hisses from her hand eagerly, as if waiting to be allowed to strike. Cerys simply seems to be watching for Oris’s reaction amusedly, a sly smirk on her face. A particularly cruel tactic… threats and such, but Cerys found they were effective regardless.
OOoh Follow up time! She absolutely deserves a beat down.
Cerys was most certainly lost, of that she was certain. She hadn't planned to end up in Metro, but here she was, wandering the streets. While she'd hoped to find something familiar, anything that might get her closer to getting to her destination, it appeared she was being followed. It wasn't a new feeling, being followed. It was just a little concerning.
It's not until a cat-like creature steps out of the shadows, pacing around her like a predator sizing up its prey, that she begins to worry a little. Not enough for her concerns to show on her face. Her red eyes follow him carefully as he walks and talks. The mage scoffs at Loan's words, rolling her eyes.
"All this trouble for a small spot of money. I'll admit that I don't have much on me, despite how fine these clothes appear." Cerys appears mostly arrogant until Loan mentions his familiarity with her. Her expression turns more severe and thoughtful. She never would have guessed her reputation to precede her. Though it, unfortunately, seemed to be the cause of this particular encounter.
The mage doesn't flinch when the Cat grabs her collar, her expression mostly bored up until he remarks about the blood on her hands. Cerys chuckles lightly, before her laugh morphs into something more unhinged.
"On my hands?! Now now, I'll have you know that most of the time it's other people who do the killing and violence, I just gave them a polite nudge in that direction. You flatter me thoug-" Cerys doesn't get a chance to finish her thoughts, as Loan's brass-knuckled fist slams directly into her face. She lets out a startled choking noise, stumbling back as the cat lets her go. Blood pours from her broken nose, staining her once white gloves with splatters of red.
She glares through teary eyes at Loanshark, a mixture of hatred and anger on her face. Definitely not what she expected this evening to go.
"Y-you're going to regret that!" She growls, which would sound alarming, if her voice didn't sound odd as it went through her broken nose.