bassbard (bassbard) wrote in chances_rpg, @ 2024-03-12 20:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | wednesday: enid sinclair |
Who: Fig Faeth and OPEN
What: Fig is playing her music in the only spot she thinks wont disturb anyone
Where: The Roof of the station.
When: Evening time, March 12.
It was probably weird that… after months of tirelessly working to bring the sun back to spire and destroy the Night Yorb, that Fig found the night time comforting. Maybe it was because there were less people around to stare at her horns, she was pretty sure that she made a lady literally clutch her pearls. She was… used to some of the comments that the people in Spire made about her… but here, she wasn’t even just “unusual” she was down right unheard of. A boogeyman or goblin there to take their children. It had been a hard couple of weeks at school, even though Adaine had suggested that she could use minor illusion to look more… normal, there was a part of her that refused. Maybe that was way she was the archdemon of rebellion, but it didn’t mean that she liked the way people reacted to her. Maybe that was part of the reason that Fig wanted to skip classes so much, well, that and the fact that most of the classes were basically speaking another language to her. She sort of hated it. But she had promised Jim that she would make an effort to keep him out of trouble, and so she had been using her spell slots to keep up a major illusion. She still wasn’t doing well in school, but for all intents and purposes, she seemed to be there.
She had to think. There must be a reason why she was brought there. Adaine, well, that was obvious. Adaine was unquestionably one of the smartest people that Fig knew and if she wanted anyone on her side in a mysterious universe it was her. But there were a million other people that were better than her— Riz was smarter, Fabian and Gorgug were stronger, Kristen was a better healer. Maybe that was why the night was so comforting, because of Kristen and Cassandra. Because Cassandra was a display of nighttime and being safe within the unknown. Kristen and Cassandra deserved to be here.
Fig was sitting on the edge of the roof, kicking her feet in the air as she played her bass. Short little notes, chains of melodies that didn’t really go anywhere. She really did need to finish her album, Lola had been on her case about it. But without a band, what was she even supposed to do?