Nova
Clever as the devil
Watching the men with more than a little interest, Nova notes the way they gravitate towards each other. Even as she listens, she catches the clasped hands and shared smiles with something similar yet different than her sibling bond. Her curiosity is difficult to set aside, but the questions begin to flow along with the vague messages of her secret informant.
After a lot of shadowed figures, tarot cards, and ouija board spelling from Vesper and his magic (How? Don't ask. XD), Nova is able to get the gist of events and the 'moodiness' of the men despite their polite smiles. She gives them her best encouraging smile with a sympathetic tilt of her head, responding first to Remi, "Well, things are much better than they could be. You both have done a great job keeping them alive." Something tells her she should be more concerned about the fact that her father literally died, but Nova can't seem to find the emotion anywhere. Disappointment? Sure. Confusion? That's certainly present. But worry? Relief? Concern? They're but a questionable blip in the kaleidoscope of her bubbly thoughts.
Nova lets the strange familial and societal expectations fade from her mind as she addresses Ronin's own question. 'Excitement' is pretty vague, and she gets the sense that they are rarely without something to spike their heartrates. It doesn't help that whoever killed Flora and Jack is still at large, and this 'Void' nonsense that she's heard rumors of doesn't sound like it's leaving anytime soon. So although she doesn't know about the specifics of their drama (like kidnapping and drowning and traumas, oh my), Nova runs with her own deductions and suspicions. She places her delicate fingers along the glass surface of the crystal ball, humming softly through a focused smile. "Looking at your futures, I can see that there is a lot of motion and color." With her words, a swirling of colors appear within the orb, sparkles and rainbows colliding in sparks of bright chaotic movement. The weakness of her magic and mystery of fortune telling makes it difficult to pin the image with the eyes as the different shades and hues slip past like blurring memories. She shifts the display slightly to infuse a tendril of black, allowing Vesper to join the fun if he wants. Meanwhile, she lets her voice deepen slightly, a shadowed frown marring her cheery features like an ill-fitting black sweater. "However, there is a darkness that lingers."
After a lot of shadowed figures, tarot cards, and ouija board spelling from Vesper and his magic (How? Don't ask. XD), Nova is able to get the gist of events and the 'moodiness' of the men despite their polite smiles. She gives them her best encouraging smile with a sympathetic tilt of her head, responding first to Remi, "Well, things are much better than they could be. You both have done a great job keeping them alive." Something tells her she should be more concerned about the fact that her father literally died, but Nova can't seem to find the emotion anywhere. Disappointment? Sure. Confusion? That's certainly present. But worry? Relief? Concern? They're but a questionable blip in the kaleidoscope of her bubbly thoughts.
Nova lets the strange familial and societal expectations fade from her mind as she addresses Ronin's own question. 'Excitement' is pretty vague, and she gets the sense that they are rarely without something to spike their heartrates. It doesn't help that whoever killed Flora and Jack is still at large, and this 'Void' nonsense that she's heard rumors of doesn't sound like it's leaving anytime soon. So although she doesn't know about the specifics of their drama (like kidnapping and drowning and traumas, oh my), Nova runs with her own deductions and suspicions. She places her delicate fingers along the glass surface of the crystal ball, humming softly through a focused smile. "Looking at your futures, I can see that there is a lot of motion and color." With her words, a swirling of colors appear within the orb, sparkles and rainbows colliding in sparks of bright chaotic movement. The weakness of her magic and mystery of fortune telling makes it difficult to pin the image with the eyes as the different shades and hues slip past like blurring memories. She shifts the display slightly to infuse a tendril of black, allowing Vesper to join the fun if he wants. Meanwhile, she lets her voice deepen slightly, a shadowed frown marring her cheery features like an ill-fitting black sweater. "However, there is a darkness that lingers."
and twice as pretty
