Neopolitan wasn't going anywhere. Her other self had a new life to live, and she'd made a life here. Regardless of whether or not things were entirely to her taste, she was finally starting to settle in, to take the attitude that she deserved to have a life, to move past the point where others had forgiven her.
She was finally beginning to forgive herself.
She was easily seen around town, ignoring what the Reckoning was doing like it was just normal. Hum de dum. The Pthumerian was cutting a giant path in the ocean. Whatever. It's just a Friday. No, seriously, that was fucked up beyond all recognition, but every day brought a new thing that was fucked up. She sold herself on the ability to be unflappable, so she wasn't going to dignify that with any responses.
Instead, she was visible in two places during the early parts of the month. One was just out on the city streets. She was patrolling, actively. After hearing what was going on, she was making sure that there was no trouble whatsoever as people said their goodbyes. If someone contacted her, she made her way over to wish them well, but she otherwise stayed away from the Beach.
Otherwise, she could be seen in Gaze, at her apartment. She was cleaning, sweeping, the door open as she tried to get things spruced up. If you looked inside her home, there was something that was deeply weird. A box full of things was on the table, and she had fabric swatches out on the kitchen counter.
The fuck? Was she decorating?
Wildcard (Her actual prompt is pretty simple, but is meant to be very open-ended. Feel free to encounter her wherever you wish. She'll mostly be in Trench initially, though she may sojourn more starting in the August+ period.)
Neopolitan Sustrai | RWBY | OTA (Staying)
She was finally beginning to forgive herself.
She was easily seen around town, ignoring what the Reckoning was doing like it was just normal. Hum de dum. The Pthumerian was cutting a giant path in the ocean. Whatever. It's just a Friday. No, seriously, that was fucked up beyond all recognition, but every day brought a new thing that was fucked up. She sold herself on the ability to be unflappable, so she wasn't going to dignify that with any responses.
Instead, she was visible in two places during the early parts of the month. One was just out on the city streets. She was patrolling, actively. After hearing what was going on, she was making sure that there was no trouble whatsoever as people said their goodbyes. If someone contacted her, she made her way over to wish them well, but she otherwise stayed away from the Beach.
Otherwise, she could be seen in Gaze, at her apartment. She was cleaning, sweeping, the door open as she tried to get things spruced up. If you looked inside her home, there was something that was deeply weird. A box full of things was on the table, and she had fabric swatches out on the kitchen counter.
The fuck? Was she decorating?
Wildcard
(Her actual prompt is pretty simple, but is meant to be very open-ended. Feel free to encounter her wherever you wish. She'll mostly be in Trench initially, though she may sojourn more starting in the August+ period.)