Hotaru
angels would damn themselves for me
The Barracks are as familiar to her as her spa with how frequently she visits and utilizes the training grounds alike. Deimos practically lives here, and as such she often finds herself on the grounds if only to track him down. Not that she has been slacking in her own training of course. The burn of engagement and exercise is all that can drive the memories from her head most days, and the exhaustion that follows is the only cure for her sleepless twilight hours. Her heart hurts, but it's easier to ignore when the rest of her body aches in tandem. Deimos had mentioned his plans for the day in an offhanded manner. It's what draws her here, more purposeful than usual, eyeing the changes to the field he has diligently made. Noah is a familiar face surprisingly, though she's unsure if he even recalls her with the time that has passed between their first meeting and now. Aisha is familiar as well for her visit to Hotaru's spa, which leaves only the other trainees who she interacts with on a surface level and a new face that stands out.
Sending Atlas to the outskirts, Hotaru begins to tie up her long hair out of her face, sending a grin towards Deimos. She hadn't told him she'd be joining, but he likely won't be surprised to see her. Picking a side without much care, Hotaru does some light stretches as she awaits orders from their General.
