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Rebecca Holloway
Building 1 Cafeteria
The kitsune had left. Bemoaning and begrudging their life choices, no doubt. Rebecca didn’t say anything. Sometimes you can’t help people get out of their funk, but she could still get her to the point where it was easier to do so on her own. Rebecca shoved her hands into her jeans pocket and watched Miyuki stalk off towards her room with a certain level of gloom in her wake.
Rather moody if you ask me. She thought to herself. Something inside her made a noncommittal response. Wasn’t asking you. Something bubbled in her mind. Simmer down, slimeball.
Rebecca turned to the small girl next to her who noticed one of her tattoos. “Yeah sure thing, kid.” She said. Hearts and minds, girl. But willing to splatter them if necessary. There was a sharp sort of pang in her head. Lighten up, it was a joke. God, you’re so touchy today.
Having company would be nice. Might be nice to even make a small gathering out of it, though she was sure that Miyuki would rather spend the rest of the night with her girlfriend. Time would tell. But there was still something she needed before she left. She turned to Yumeiko.
“So what do you guys want? I doubt you’d like me to grab you some greasy burger from a fast food joint. Unless that’s your thing, of course.” She asked the foxgirl.
Building 1 Cafeteria
The kitsune had left. Bemoaning and begrudging their life choices, no doubt. Rebecca didn’t say anything. Sometimes you can’t help people get out of their funk, but she could still get her to the point where it was easier to do so on her own. Rebecca shoved her hands into her jeans pocket and watched Miyuki stalk off towards her room with a certain level of gloom in her wake.
Rather moody if you ask me. She thought to herself. Something inside her made a noncommittal response. Wasn’t asking you. Something bubbled in her mind. Simmer down, slimeball.
Rebecca turned to the small girl next to her who noticed one of her tattoos. “Yeah sure thing, kid.” She said. Hearts and minds, girl. But willing to splatter them if necessary. There was a sharp sort of pang in her head. Lighten up, it was a joke. God, you’re so touchy today.
Having company would be nice. Might be nice to even make a small gathering out of it, though she was sure that Miyuki would rather spend the rest of the night with her girlfriend. Time would tell. But there was still something she needed before she left. She turned to Yumeiko.
“So what do you guys want? I doubt you’d like me to grab you some greasy burger from a fast food joint. Unless that’s your thing, of course.” She asked the foxgirl.
Also got a nice ref of Rebecca and all her tattoos but it’s a but risqué for the forum.
Which is why the people who can smell it are those who are the ones who are most in tune with being a supernatural entity or being. The resident humans didn’t pick up on it, though.
Given that those who are picking up on it have a supernatural sense of smell, no. Regular people don’t smell the shoggoth unless it comes out.
Still just waiting for Miyuki to either come along or tell Rebecca "go away, stinky"
"Like reality rotting."
That's fucking metal. I'm taking that.
That's fucking metal. I'm taking that.
Hey just cause Rebecca hosts an eldritch abomination within her in a symbiotic relationship bent on the binding of the Elder Sign tattoo doesn’t mean she doesn’t take a shower
Rebecca Holloway
Building 1 Cafeteria
Rebecca observed the better half of the pair of foxes return to her partner’s side. She wondered what exactly their relationship was, but only briefly. They seemed quite happy together. Rebecca soon felt as if she was intruding and that perhaps she had let her kindness get the better of her. But she was soon dissuaded of that.
The stomps of footsteps approaching from behind sent alarms up to her brain. She looked back and saw another resident chasing after a gremlin. He was heading right towards her. Her body acted on its own and swiftly side-stepped, resulting in the resident careening into the table and gracelessly flopping on top of it.
The plea for help was made. Rebecca’s answer was a blank stare at the food-covered clown before he excused himself and headed back to resume his pursuit of the devious creatures. Rebecca watched him as he left, only answering his earlier question when he was no longer there to hear it.
“If I help, these things are gonna end up dead.” She said plainly.
Rebecca looked back at Miyuki and found her expression hardened in that time. She could relate. She could sympathize. She could also provide a solution.
“I don’t think the cafeteria is a safe place to be anymore, and it surely seems as if it won’t be serving much food for a while either.”
Rebecca put her left hand out to the raven-haired kitsune. It was tough and rough. Callouses had formed from years of hard work. The tattoo of a wolverine wrapped in barbed wire on her left forearm was visibly marred. Various scars ran up it. Pockmarks and cuts and slashes from years of extensive combat.
“I read the rules. I look human enough to go into the city. I’ll get you guys some takeout and bring it to your room. That sound good?”
Building 1 Cafeteria
Rebecca observed the better half of the pair of foxes return to her partner’s side. She wondered what exactly their relationship was, but only briefly. They seemed quite happy together. Rebecca soon felt as if she was intruding and that perhaps she had let her kindness get the better of her. But she was soon dissuaded of that.
The stomps of footsteps approaching from behind sent alarms up to her brain. She looked back and saw another resident chasing after a gremlin. He was heading right towards her. Her body acted on its own and swiftly side-stepped, resulting in the resident careening into the table and gracelessly flopping on top of it.
The plea for help was made. Rebecca’s answer was a blank stare at the food-covered clown before he excused himself and headed back to resume his pursuit of the devious creatures. Rebecca watched him as he left, only answering his earlier question when he was no longer there to hear it.
“If I help, these things are gonna end up dead.” She said plainly.
Rebecca looked back at Miyuki and found her expression hardened in that time. She could relate. She could sympathize. She could also provide a solution.
“I don’t think the cafeteria is a safe place to be anymore, and it surely seems as if it won’t be serving much food for a while either.”
Rebecca put her left hand out to the raven-haired kitsune. It was tough and rough. Callouses had formed from years of hard work. The tattoo of a wolverine wrapped in barbed wire on her left forearm was visibly marred. Various scars ran up it. Pockmarks and cuts and slashes from years of extensive combat.
“I read the rules. I look human enough to go into the city. I’ll get you guys some takeout and bring it to your room. That sound good?”
I see Miyuki doesn’t appreciate the candid causality of the humble jeans and t-shirt combo
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