[hr][hr][center][h1][color=bf40bc]Rita Evans[/color] and [color=6F7B70]Daniyal Lohi
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[hr][center][color=bf40bc][b]Location:  HQ / Circus [/b][/color]
[color=bf40bc][b]Interacting With: No one / Millicent [@FantasyChic] [/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Rita never cared much for public appearances, part of her detested it. A very large part of her. The noise, the constant flashing of cameras, how still you always had to be while everyone gawked around you. Her only saving grace was her dark shades that hid her eyes as it drooped and rolled, looking at everything but the crowd and speakers. If only she brought some earplugs too. However, she did listen to some snippets from the speech, mildly entertained by some of the words. She didn't expect references to the Bible so it was a surprise. A pleasant one though? She couldn't tell herself. Weren't they asking for controversy this way? She shrugged and let her mind wander off again, no need to trouble her mind with those thoughts now and instead entertained herself with daydreams of all the things she could do on the mission. She could see it so vividly, her ripping through hoards of undead or vampires or whatever this week's monster is, the battling leading to a spine-chilling crescendo before the thick, cool blanket of silence choked the battlefield after all was said and done. If she got lucky enough to get in a fight on her next mission, she wanted to make it last. As her own little Christmas Gift.

And at the same time, several miles and probably a different timeline away, Dani was trying to get out of this fight as soon as possible. Despite there being some inner flame within him that wanted to stay and fight, the chill waters of the thought "oh my god I don't wanna die" snuffed it out pretty quick as he ran towards the exit. But as he felt the cloak be tugged away from his hands, he looked back and saw Milli and promptly let go. If she wanted to be a prime target so bad, then so be it. [color=6F7B70]"I swear if you give the cloak to Hel I will personally feed you to the dog,"[/color] as he spoke, some faint embers of his will to stay his ground seeped into his words, made his words feel somehow more physical and serious. And despite how risky it was, he trusted Millicent to do the right thing. And if she did end up backstabbing them, well, hopefully, no one saw him hand the cloak to her so he wouldn't get yelled at as he painfully and slowly died. 

Dani then quickly jogged out of the tent without a second look back. Granted he wasn't much safer because the only thing between him and that dog was a flimsy bit of tarp but still, it was somewhat better than being directly in the fray. But still, he couldn't shake off that chill that pierced him. Felt like Death himself was poking him on and on in the gut. A very apt description if he would say. One that hopefully properly covered up the creeping dread that said he just narrowly missed death with some not-so-humourous humour.