[PQ] A Place For Us

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster So… he basically said fuck you and your safehouse, mine will be better. Which it might be, but Wessex just looks at him with a raised brow, utterly skeptical. “Riiiiight…” But after a deep, uneccessary breath, tries to let it go. Because she was ultimately right in her warning - the trajectory she’s predicted, multiple times, with Zariah and with the Old God’s devotees, are coming true. “It’s probably only going to get worse,” she says, referring to the accusations and the opinions, the anger that seems to simmer beneath the surface in so many of their acquaintances. They need a scapegoat for this still unknown thing and the obvious answer is the Voice, simply because their gods say so. Critical thinking skills either have seriously deterioriated over the decades, or religion really is the best weapon ever. “Have you reminded them that all kinds of bad things happened here in the time we’ve been trapped? Animals have mutated. Weather patterns have gone to shit. New diseases popped up. And we somehow got sentient, ankle-biting pumpkins, but of course it must be The Voice.” Sarcasm drips off her voice like honey, her opinion barely contained. Now, Wessex ain’t saying it isn’t, their Lady's doing, but she’d like some proof first. Anyway. Back to the task at hand. Wessex looks around, eyeing the house itself. “We could pull parts of this down. Make it seem even more abandoned and decrepit.”