He's not wrong about that, that there's limits to what her knife could carve out. It's why she's considered letting the gods wield their blade, much more precise and capable of drawing out the memories from her, so that all these items around her won't be able to echo them back. She still just might, if blocking out stars and burning couches doesn't do the trick.
She'd prefer to keep her head as closed to the gods as she can manage though, as if some small bit of privacy and autonomy in what she shares with them and what she doesn't is all she's really got left. So sledgehammers and fists it is.
Unable to bite back the grin of success at his outcry as her fist finds him, she's quickly sizing up the new weapon he's grabbing hold of as her question spins out breathy and disbelieving. She waits, trying to time the dodge as the knife sharpener wheels through the air, harder to judge when it's telekenisis moving it and not the small tells of his body, but he still has to think it, and she's starting to get a grip on that sign. She flings herself opposite it, the force sending some of the objects on the counter clattering down as she works to catch her balance. Her finds splay over the mess, grabbing two metal pot lids as she spins back towards him.
All the while what he's said is something she's still trying to work through, tears and fears held back now by utter shock that she'd let herself spin out over a party that supposedly just does that? Fuck the Grounds for throwing the worst festival she's ever been to. "Do you think that's what happened to him?" she wonders as she turns, clanging the two pot lids together loud and fast, sending a loud ring of noise towards either side of his head to dull a sense. Might make him focus on trying to hear her more, and less on the next punch.
"It wasn't like him, when I talked to him. He's never been that cold—maybe he was cursed at the festival too?" A small, daring glimmer of hope as she drops one of the lids with a clang on the floor and uses the newly freed hand to swing wildly at his chest.
2/4
Dodges the knife sharpener and picks up 2 metal pot lids. Clangs them to try and distract with noise and maybe make it hard for him to hear for a bit, then punches his chest.
She'd prefer to keep her head as closed to the gods as she can manage though, as if some small bit of privacy and autonomy in what she shares with them and what she doesn't is all she's really got left. So sledgehammers and fists it is.
Unable to bite back the grin of success at his outcry as her fist finds him, she's quickly sizing up the new weapon he's grabbing hold of as her question spins out breathy and disbelieving. She waits, trying to time the dodge as the knife sharpener wheels through the air, harder to judge when it's telekenisis moving it and not the small tells of his body, but he still has to think it, and she's starting to get a grip on that sign. She flings herself opposite it, the force sending some of the objects on the counter clattering down as she works to catch her balance. Her finds splay over the mess, grabbing two metal pot lids as she spins back towards him.
All the while what he's said is something she's still trying to work through, tears and fears held back now by utter shock that she'd let herself spin out over a party that supposedly just does that? Fuck the Grounds for throwing the worst festival she's ever been to. "Do you think that's what happened to him?" she wonders as she turns, clanging the two pot lids together loud and fast, sending a loud ring of noise towards either side of his head to dull a sense. Might make him focus on trying to hear her more, and less on the next punch.
"It wasn't like him, when I talked to him. He's never been that cold—maybe he was cursed at the festival too?" A small, daring glimmer of hope as she drops one of the lids with a clang on the floor and uses the newly freed hand to swing wildly at his chest.
2/4
Dodges the knife sharpener and picks up 2 metal pot lids. Clangs them to try and distract with noise and maybe make it hard for him to hear for a bit, then punches his chest.
Colt
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
