<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9c/ac/2b/9cac2bcca72b6332327f2540d599ecfa.jpg) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em> Cassandra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15729356#msg15729356)</em><br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>  Pictured, plus old backpack and walking staff<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Somewhere else, middle of nowhere, bar<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Rois red / mentioning punchylady, pretty..boy? Goldilocks, horny Keanu Reeves, OPEN<br/></em><hr/><br/>Far, far off in the distance, there was a flash of light, the roiling hellfire of thermonuclear fusion as the boundaries between the worlds was split, torn, rended and twisted. Fortunately for all, the almost indescribably hot plasma snapped itself out of existence in about a picosecond, before it could light the atmosphere on fire, or melt the continental crust, or do more than irradiated a handful of trees nearby... Those that survived would have odd offspring, glowing in the dark and slowly evolving into something else entirely. But that was the fate of all things, death or change into something unrecognizable. Or at least, the fate of the vast majority of beings, sentient and non. One of the exceptions, the loopholes and cracks in the system stood up, brushing herself off. Those with exceptionally good hearing, or wards, might have caught the muttered word, filled with a unhappy mix of frustration, miniscule hope dying horribly, and a universe worth of terribly resigned despair. "Fuck...."<br/><br/>There was a brief moment of frantic search before a battered, dirt colored backpack of indeterminate age was pulled out from under a pile of recently deceased leaves. The woman didn't quite hug the much put upon sack, but there was a bit of the emotional connotations in the way she swung it familiarly over her shoulders. The silvery walking stick, perfectly smooth, completed the outfit, and it was time to walk, to figure out where.... What... She was at. The destination seemed annoyingly far, but if there was one thing Cassandra was good at, it was shutting her brain off and putting one foot in front of the other..... Over and over and over and over and over.<br/><br/>Finally, at the appointed time, she arrived at the inn, yawning and stretching as she shook herself out of the self imposed trance. Seemed like a good enough place, sturdy, out in the middle of nowhere... Not... Really a road leading up to it, far as she could tell, so not on a trade route or pilgrimage. It would do. She'd lived in way, way worse. And living situations never seemed to last, anyway.<br/><br/>Onward, just in time to hear...<em> With her hands!!</em>Ah. It was going to be one of those kinds of places. Right. Let's see.... Blushing Goldilocks, the shy one of the three bears, or beds, or porridges. Something. Judging by the look on her face, the conversation with.... The..... Boy? Maybe? Trigender? Lipstick face in the gothemo jacket was either going really really well, or might need some intervention before someone got hurt, or the woman fainted from blood pressure issues. Angel, though? They could usually handle themselves, no pun intended.<br/><br/>Next up, someone who's every line and motion screamed 'warrior princess badass!!' was lazily propping up one end of the bar, apparently watching sad but horny Keanu Reeves emote at the lovely bartender. Cassandra slipped into a barstool two chairs down from the warrior woman, trying to think of whom she looked like. That Pankration star, but from what century? Television, the Coliseum, or the sands of some ancient village fighting pit? Oh well, didn't matter.<br/><br/>Cassandra nodded at the bartender woman, greetings and acknowledging both her presence, and that she had a request, whenever the lovely redhead had time.. Putting her backpack on her knees, looping the strap over a knee, the blonde casually rolled her staff between her hands, just killing time until it was her turn to be waited on. Until then, it was drifting thoughts and casual appreciation of the decor, and the lovely ladies.