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[color=#AED6F1]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=#AED6F1]Location:[/color] Caseonia Streets > The Tough Tavern 
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[color=#AEB6BF]Persephone had stored Buttercup in an abandoned farmhouse nearby and given him plenty of carrots and apples. She had changed into a new outfit and pulled her hair back into a messy bun with loose strands hanging out and framing her face. She felt more at ease with this outfit and could move freely. How anyone stomached wearing that fancy shit was beyond her. She was glad she didn’t need to wear it more often. She had stashed most of her food in her hiding spot, but kept some of the bread on her. There were people she needed to distribute it too and would enjoy it more than these entitled nobles. 

The conversation she’d eavesdropped on and had with Calbert though had her on edge. She hadn’t expected to get tangled up in this venomous web. Persephone sighed and shook her head as she headed towards the alleyways. With her hood up, the only thing visible were pieces of her hair and her bright green eyes. Armed with her bow and quiver of arrows, along with knives, bottle of perfume, small handgun, and her bag, she felt confident she could take care of herself. Still, seeing Count Calbert coming after her and hosting himself into the tree, made her stomach churn. Why was he so insistent on Lorenzo and Charlotte staying home? Why was he obsessed with them? It didn’t make any sense. Didn’t he have a family to worry about? Weirdo. It wasn’t her business though, and she didn’t quite care to investigate it. 

Persephone stopped short upon seeing a body in a nearby alleyway and frowned. There was an ax in her face and she was sprawled out in a puddle of blood. Who had been murdered now? Glancing around, she didn’t see anyone, but it didn’t mean they weren’t hiding. She crept closer and jumped back with horror. It was Violet Damien! She turned and ran with wide eyes and slipped a bit from the puddle of blood she’d stepped in. A piece of bread had slipped out and fell near the body. In her haste and fear, she didn't notice. [color=#AED6F1][i]Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit![/i][/color] 

She ran down an adjacent alleyway and furiously began to scuff her boots to get rid of the blood. Horrified, she turned and ran into the tavern. She ran to the back of the tavern and up the steps to the second floor. [color=lightgreen]”Seph, you’re back! Do you-“[/color] Marceline, the bartender started to yell, but frowned as she raced upstairs. The sound of a door slamming followed. She shrugged it off and continued to attend to her patrons, not wanting anyone to know something was wrong.

Once upstairs, Persephone took the shoes off and grabbed a towel. She began to scrub at them furiously as tears streamed down her face. Her heart hammered unlike anything she’d felt before. She glanced around with terror and shoved the boots in a bag and threw it in the back of the closet. Then, she slid down the wall and buried her head in her hands and trembled with fear. [/color]