Forest - MidWinter
Why am I even bloody bothering with this? What's the goddamned point?
After that little incident in the hospital, she was assigned a fine. Which she paid in full and honestly, her bank account wasn't lacking to say the least. However, as Gabriel pointed out, this wasn't home. She wasn't Law Unto Herself here; she hadn't had over a millennia to build up her reputation here.
Not to mention there were many things here that made her look weak and pitiful in comparison.
A majority of the beings here already had protectors (even though they were very taxed) or didn't need protection, and as proven by Vermilion, no one wanted her help.
Again, no one wanted her.
Gadreel, while kind and considerate, made it kind of obvious that right now he just wanted to be friends.
Saber was MIA.
She wished Gabriel never attempted to find her. He could have lived back at home with Wynn, Ash, and Brenna without issue. Even though he met a girl here, Forest gave the relationship three months tops. Yet he was here, and despite the fact Forest wasn't overly joyed at his choice of profession, it was literally one step above "boy whore", he seemed happy. Even somewhat thriving in the chaos that was Nexus.
After many weeks of prodding and her brooding and beating up human lowlifes, which really wasn't a challenge, Gabriel pointed out she still owned a sizeable building from one of those crime lords she took out and liquidated their assets. She realized she never sold it or even put it up for market. It was just kind of there in a choice place in town actually.
He also pointed out that she had complained about the dance club scene here. Which had lead to the natural evolution that she open up a nightclub herself. She could hire staff to run the club and reap in the profits and just go there to blow off steam (and maybe meet someone had been Gabriel's not so subtle nudge).
When she went to go check on the building a few nights ago she had found some wankers peddling their poison on the corner.
Which was something she did not want in her first foray into a respectable business.
So she tracked them to another part of town dressed somewhat differently than how she would normally dress. With the duster's enchantments, she left it at home, not wanting to risk it getting torn. She dressed for movement; black cargo pants and a heavy black fleece to sort of protect her from the cold and her hair in a high pony tail.
Cracking her knuckles, she started to move towards the group of thugs. Maybe I should feed off of one. It's been a while since I made a miscreant jizz himself . . .