Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Jan 26, 2022 21:49:59 GMT -5
Zerori's Thread PL: 50,000
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This was probably one of her worst ideas, but… fuck it, she was going to do it anyway! Back in the Sadalan capital, Zerori was actually trying to stay out of sight. She wasn’t sure if she was going to be wanted by the guards or the elites after literally going against the King but she’d rather be safe than sorry about it.Her reason for returning to the city? Well, she’d intended to try and case the palace and look for the bottle of whiskey that Rosemary had given her last time and, maybe, spray paint some of the King’s stuff in retaliation too. The problem was…
Glaring at the palace that stood in stark contrast to the District it was nestled in, Zerori was glancing in various directions to take in the sheer amount of muscle that felt a LOT less numerous the last time she was here. Did they recruit more after the war came to a close? Hell, she didn’t even know how the war ended after they’d all fled. Still, it was going to be extremely difficult to get inside undetected. It would require a few days of planning, too.
Zerori scoffed, sitting back up from the top of the roof she’d scouted everything from and walking toward a dark alley to stay out of sight. Dropping to the ground, she pulled the hood of her jacket over her head and walked the least populated streets while sulking.
She thought so highly of Taori and Alpinia and… still likely felt strongly about Alpinia, at least, but after feeling as if she’d been lied to, Zerori wasn’t in any hurry to meet the Royals. She wasn’t going to be strong-armed out of this city, either, though! He might have lived here before she did and he was King, but Zerori considered this place home as much as she did Hell!
Frustration taking a foothold in her heart, she pulled her leg back near a set of trash cans before slamming her boot into them - a loud and sizable dent the result of her sudden rise of anger. “Stupid fuckin’-!” She snarled, looking as if she was ready thrown down with the inanimate object just to channel that rush of rage. She wasn't thinking about being quiet anymore, even if she didn't think anyone was really on this side of town at this time of night.
WC: 409
TWC: 409
TWC: 409