Rafalia Tredecim
The light of the day fell gently on the girl who sat on a tree, filtered through the shaking leaves and twigs which crowned it. This much above the ground level, overlooking the green zone where the trunk was rooted and the busy street with her violet eyes, the bluster of town seemed almost faded, and soft shadows fell on her legs while she balanced on the thick branches. Casually dressed, Rafalia Tredecim lazily ate from the open pack she held while beholding the scenery, salty crumbs avoiding her lap as they fell. It was nice. But it just wasn't the same.
The Nexus was bumbling with all manner of personalities and beings pinging on her gonzo radar, but it somehow felt so abysmally... mundane. And she didn't have a home here. Even her favorite variety of chips didn't taste the same! Which brought to mind the question, why was she here again? Not existentially, she knew about three different answers to that.
Well, after clearing out a motel newly stuffed with prankster spirits by way of arrows and insults in exchange for a room to provisionally occupy, she had tried to find some means of at least temporary self-sufficiency and found her way into the meeting of a neighborhood association woefully in need of some direction for the avenue park remodeling, a problem she had proceeded into butt into with the excuse of native faeries driving up the budget with their interference-prone sensitivity, and taken up the job of main designer and manager, the result of which was the lovely rows of trees behind the soft gothic gates to the street, iridiscent and obsidian walkways giving out to gently colored play areas and a central plaze with a coffee-restaurant. And also useful appreciation on the part of the locals and some spending money.
But ultimately she was here because a hole had opened up beneath her in Fortitude during a festival, probably because Chuubo turning into a giant snake for the parade didn't help and he tried to fix it with a wish, and her lovely ass almost crashed into the pavement of downtown Nexus City.
At least her Alaric was with her in spirit, festering in her wicked and hollow heart.
Speaking of hearts, what little heart was suddenly sounding so shaken just next to her? Her eyes slid past the fried snack to see a very overwhelmed child running past on the grass, and then followed the way he was skedaddling away from.
A rather nice-looking someone in the darkness & doom way was being all sad under the shade of a tree, seemingly for the effect produced by his terrifying countenance, the excrucian noticed. Well that was odd, problems like that didn't tend to come in packages fit for dark and fearsome beings. When they did, that made her wonder what was really inside the package.
She leapt down from her perch, drifting to the ground without a sound, before skipping over next to the sorrowful man, barely touching the ground. Rafalia tilted daintily to look at him and spoke cheerfuly.
"Come on, chin up! It's really impressive such a handsome fellow as you managed to make a kid cry and scare them off without even glaring. Normally, your type is surrounded by demonic fangirls," She stopped, and a nighted and morbid shadow passed over her eyes for an instant. "Or by psychopaths lovestruck with your ability for carnage! But I get the feeling you're not much into that."
She held out the half-empty chip pack and asked, "Want some?"