Zoey’s stubborn, she’s always been stubborn, and her sojourn through the multiverse has only made her moreso. So no matter the toll it takes on her (and it will, she knows that), no matter how hard it might be, she digs in her heel and refuses. Hisses at the voice, almost feral, refusing to give into it. Flings herself into keeping busy. Keeping distracted from the dark, insidious whispers in her ear. Exploring and scavenging and keeping an eye on others. She doesn’t know many of her fellow ‘interlopers’, but it doesn’t really matter. She doesn’t need to know them to try and help.
Which is how she ends up here, outside. Resolutely ignoring the thoughts of how easy it would be to just… walk away.
NO.
She doesn’t recognize the man sitting alone on the steps, but that doesn’t matter. She moves towards him, gracefully, footsteps almost silent in the snow. “If you’re thinking of going for a walk,” she murmurs softly, in a voice laced with a rather proper sounding English accent. England by way of a few dozen other places, anyway. “I wouldn’t recommend it. It’s cold and miserable. Snow’s always kind of miserable but it seems this place seems to have made it even more so. Which is almost impressive.” It’s spoken casually. Just striking up conversation. Talking about the weather.
no subject
Which is how she ends up here, outside. Resolutely ignoring the thoughts of how easy it would be to just… walk away.
NO.
She doesn’t recognize the man sitting alone on the steps, but that doesn’t matter. She moves towards him, gracefully, footsteps almost silent in the snow. “If you’re thinking of going for a walk,” she murmurs softly, in a voice laced with a rather proper sounding English accent. England by way of a few dozen other places, anyway. “I wouldn’t recommend it. It’s cold and miserable. Snow’s always kind of miserable but it seems this place seems to have made it even more so. Which is almost impressive.” It’s spoken casually. Just striking up conversation. Talking about the weather.