╔═════════════════╗
I'm bad, as bad can be
So bad that it's hard to believe
Oh, what they say about me
╚═════════════════╝
xxxxxxxxxOutfit ║ Hex: #A38E8E
<3
The six months since the revolution had ended wasn’t as grand and glorious as people thought it would be. When the government finally fell and the rebels stood “victorious,” the struggle was far from over; people were still starving, still barely clinging onto life. Their motivation and faith from taking down the big bad guys had gone away, and now they had to focus on surviving and rebuilding. People called for executions and imprisonments for anyone that wasn’t on the rebels side, which included most officials and any of their cohorts; anyone who could be labeled as a traitor to the rebels. Camilla and her band were also under spotlight, but came to an agreement with the few people who stepped up to form a new council. After telling their story about being forced and threatened to do what the government said, which was the case for many people, Sophie’s Valentine was left off the hook, but once again under watchful eyes. Removing all propaganda from previous songs, and vowing to help support them going forward. The stage had changed, but the setlist was the same; Camilla and her band being told what to do and what not to do.
Camilla heard about the award ceremony happening, it was hard not to since it was the current thing being talked to by everyone. She didn’t want to go, but her bandmates and manager talked about how it could make them look for going. Cam didn’t care about the rebels and who they declared a hero and martyr but she knew it made sense to go, even if it was just to show face. Plus she had heard there would be some familiar faces and names would be going and Camilla would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least curious to see what was going on. There was also that most of these rarely went smoothly, and she was always up to see drama unfold, even sometimes getting caught up into it herself.
It didn’t take long for Cam to show up, deciding to go on her own instead of with the rest of the band. They would still be going, but she wanted some time to mingle a bit on her own and be a bit independent for the time being. She of course got dirty looks from some of the rebels, whispers of her actions, as if their actions were any more moral than hers. Everyone did what they had to do to survive, war wasn’t pretty or fair. Camilla met up with one of the council members when she arrived, well more so quickly approached and greeted by. They spoke of thanks for her coming and assurance that she and her band would be treated fairly. Cam just nodded and smiled to his face, but then rolled her eyes when he turned his back, quickly finding a place to lean up against as awards started.
Cam didn’t give much attention to what was going on on stage, but she was curious about hearing about the doctor she always heard infamously about back when she was being held captive. Dr. Noah Lawson. And what she saw was nothing of what he expected. She wondered how the government fell when him and some of the others here were the heroes “that brought down the government and led them into a new light.” Camilla was glad when they announced food and drinks would be served and quickly found her table, meeting up with her bandmates and the few people she knew didn’t want to see her executed. She mingled a bit before getting up to get a drink from the bar.
After flagging down the bartender to get a drink, she glanced across the room and quickly a face caught her eyes, and a bit surprised as well. Magnolia Wrenly. When the Revolution ended, she expected the whole Wrenly family to be imprisoned, but Magnolia came out mostly unscathed. It was told that she’s been a huge help to the council and even assisting in procuring resources from her family others couldn’t find. But Camilla wasn’t completely convinced, but she had no way of finding out, nor did she care too much. If more people were questioning why Magnolia, the daughter of Mo Wrenly, was still free, it meant less people questioning Camilla and Sophie’s Valentine. One of the only times when being in the spotlight wasn’t as good as being in the background.
Camilla turned her attention back to her martini and was taking a sip she heard a commotion to her side, and quickly catching the tail end of someone throwing their drink in Magnolia’s face. She let out a light chuckle, not because it was funny, but because she had been there multiple times, hence why she doesn’t dress in her best during these things anymore. Though watching the other patron get thrown out was a little humorous.
“What a waste of a drink.” Camilla said as she stepped up next to Magnolia. “Though you’ll get used to it. And soon enough after you return the favor by hitting them with your drink rather than splashing back, it will happen less often.” She continued, before taking another sip of her drink, turning back to the stage that was now empty with only a podium left on it. “And to think, you wouldn’t have gotten a drink splashed in your face if your father was alive and our-, his side had won. This ceremony would still be happening, Sophie’s Valentine would be on stage playing music, but instead of awards for saving people the awards would be for putting down the rebellion.” Cam turned back to Magnolia staring at her and pausing for a second. She then reached into her pocket and grabbed a handkerchief. Red with the name Sophie embroidered. “Should help a bit more than that trashy towel.” Camilla said, still no smile on her face as she left the cloth with Magnolia and walked away, swirling her drink in her hand. Another patron caught her eye, but instead of one that would make her smile, it just caused a devious curl of her lip.
T R I S S GLASSER
unless i am myself,
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.zzzzzzzi am nobody.
xx
Trisstana was a bit surprised when Alex approached her and started speaking, quickly asking questions back to back and not much time in between them to answer them. She started getting more annoyed as he raised his voice towards her. Triss just rolled her eyes as he continued, crossing her arms as talked about stuff being his fault, which she wasn’t going to argue that with him. But then he decided to insult her, calling her an idiot. Trisstana’s arms went to her side, but before she could say or do anything, Zada spoke up, stopping her in her place. There was a moment of silence, as if Alex and Zada were having some sort of conversation, then Alex apologized to her. “Whatever.” Triss turned around and walked to the side of the room.
Triss mostly watched as the others seemed to have some sort of idea of what they were doing. She did start to get a bit jealous watching Zada and Alex putting things in the box together, seeing her partner with basically her own body didn’t feel right. She was brought back to reality when Alex spoke to her again, expecting another sort of remark, but instead a request. Well, more of telling her to take some stuff and carry it. She looked over at Zada for a moment who just nodded at her and took a box that held the candles and some other items, before following Phoenix, Alex and Zada outside and quickly into the woods.
The group had been walking for a while and Trisstana wanted to say something, but the moment she opened her mouth Alex pointed and spoke about a tree stump, hidden a bit by some shrubbery and saying that would work. Triss set the box down gently and dusted herself off, as well as brushing some sticks that had gotten caught in Alex’s hair, well her body’s hair. She didn’t say anything about it to him before turning back to the others. “So… I guess this is where we are doing this?” And then pulling out some items. “How does an altar get built?” She asked.
Triss felt a pull for a moment as Alex went to take the items out of her hand, but she held fiercely. "No. Let me." She spoke shortly, basically saying she wanted to help, but not exactly choosing the right words. Alex paused for a moment, before giving her directions on what to do and how to do it. Trisstana would've usually just sat back and done nothing, but something felt different right now and there was something that make her feel like she should help. Not sure if it was some anxiety with what was going on, a change in emotion and attitude, or just the demon behind all of this guiding her.
RPG
