To say I do this for the people I admit is hardly true Who: Kiara & Salvatrix Where: The museum When: Afternoon Warning: Violence
Boredom was never something Salvatrix had ever worn with any kind of grace. The moment her love of amusement became a need for immediate entertainment or someone might lose an appendage, it was generally considered best that nobody be around her at all. She was quite capable of occupying herself in the absence of others. Since she could not take her frustrations out on the staff of Ad Gustum, she had removed herself from the premises. It was times like this she was tempted to demand that her husband learn how to come to heel. He was far more useful when she was irate than he was the rest of the time. Alas, he wasn’t in the vicinity and that was why he had fallen out of favour again, if she remembered correctly. She could have been wrong. He may have simply said the wrong thing at the wrong time. Or given her a strange look. Really, did it matter? He was useless.
Regardless, she was now safe from any of the brothel’s wards and, really, it could not be the only point of interest in the town. Other than Heme, which she had no interest in currently because it was broad daylight. How she ended up at the museum, she was not entirely certain. She had chosen a direction and walked in it, and having found no familiar pull of desperation other than the tug that would take her right back to Ad Gustum, she’d stepped into the nearest public building that wasn’t some kind of shop. Though she preferred the ambience of the dungeons, the quiet was appreciated. Her boredom was left to simmer and potentially evaporate while she established if this township had a half-decent grasp on history. Hanging her wrap loosely over her shoulders, she made a vague effort to hide the change in skin colour that was one of her biggest tells. Not that she cared if anyone noticed she wasn’t human. If she were honestly that concerned, Salvatrix would not have left the sanctuary of her workplace. Who wanted to explore a world where the angels were once again permitted to return? Vile. Her tail twitched in irritation, causing her dress to shift strangely where it was coiled around her waist and the top of her right leg. Ignoring it, the demon turned into the... Irish history? How sweet. They’re acknowledging the other colonies.