[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/PVXYWf6.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/qAakc1A.gif[/img][/center] [center] [color=7DBC89]Race:[/color] Yuan-ti [color=7DBC89]Class:[/color] Rogue Arcane Assassin [color=7DBC89]Location:[/color] The enchanting bathroom [color=7DBC89]Interactions:[/color] [color=7DBC89]Mentions:[/color] [@princess] Phia [@Oso] Bastion [@samreaper] Menzai [@Potter] Arya [@FunnyGuy] Minerva [color=7DBC89]Equipment:[/color] [hider=Full Equipment List]🌸 A finely crafted katana 🌸 A concealed dagger laced with paralytic venom 🌸 Throwing needles coated with different poisons 🌸 Black silk combat outfit reinforced with hidden Mithril chainmail 🌸 Soft-soled boots that allow for near-silent movement 🌸 Smoke bombs and illusion charms for quick escapes 🌸 A set of forged documents under multiple aliases 🌸 A tea set and an assortment of teas 🌸 Incense[/hider] [color=7DBC89]Attire:[/color] [color=7DBC89]Gold Balance:[/color] 93 [color=7DBC89]Injuries:[/color] None currently, but has numerous faded scars on her body [img]https://i.imgur.com/phiFSQQ.png[/img][/center] Meiyu stepped through the remnants of the ruined bathroom, the echo of the crystal still humming faintly behind her ribs. Her boots moved silently across the cracked tile and soot-streaked hallway, the chaos of battle trailing behind her like smoke clinging to silk. She did not follow Bastion. She did not call after him, or ask after the girl he carried. She had done what she could. The rest would unravel as it would. Instead, Meiyu moved through the ship with purpose born not of concern, but calculation. The deck would give her vantage. Perspective. A better view of what damage had truly been done. If they were going to crash, if worse came to worst, she wanted to know her exits. Her steps were graceful but deliberate, sharp golden eyes scanning every detail as she emerged back into the corridor. A few battered passengers littered the space like discarded pieces on a game board. The scent of blood was thick in the air, mingling with smoke and sweat and adrenaline. She didn’t speak as she walked past a collapsed figure or two, noting wounds, gauging severity. Some would live. Others? She was less sure. She had no real attachment to any of them. Not yet. But knowledge was power. And she never let power slip through her fingers. When she reached the deck, her gaze swept the sky first, then the horizon, then the airship itself. She clocked structural damage, listening with half an ear to the murmuring voices nearby. Menzai’s breath was ragged somewhere behind her. Arya’s voice drifted over the hum of failing engines. Someone else–an unfamiliar woman with a bubbly lilt–chattered nearby. Meiyu stood not far from them, but separate. Always a step removed. She leaned against the railing, one arm folded across her midsection, the other resting lightly against the metal. A breeze caught the edges of her robe, but she adjusted it with a subtle flick, drawing the silk closed once more over her chest. The ever so faint blue-green glow of the crystal vanished beneath layers of fabric and precision. No one else needed to see it. Not unless they had to. Knowledge was power. And the less anyone knew about her, the less power they could ever wield. Bastion had seen it, yes. But Bastion had also felt it. He'd been present as it happened. The moment the artifact shattered, they had all been struck–Meiyu, Phia, and Bastion himself. There had been no hiding that truth from him. In that sliver of time, they had shared something strange, ancient, and irrevocable. She had let him see where it struck her. That was not trust. That was practicality. Because he'd seen too much already. And because he had one, too. But for the rest of them? Let them wonder. Her golden eyes scanned the clouds ahead as though searching for answers the others hadn’t even thought to ask yet. She didn’t speak. But she waited. If someone wanted to speak to her, they would. And if not? She would know exactly what to do when this ship began to fall.