[ her having the Echo probably means that she can feel him trying to read her vibes / see his psychic eldritch shit BUUUUT i don't wanna think about the implications until we can lean into the most dramatic introduction possible when i app her next round, so...! for now—
She raises an eyebrow. ]
Where I'm from, most tend to ask 'what's your name'. I've found it's easier to get dates this way. [ With all the free time she definitely has, between saving the world and having a dense-as-fuck soul or whatever. The point still stands, though — she finally straightens out from the door frame, dusting the side of her coat.
He doesn't recognize her, that much is certain. Not that it means much in the grand scheme of things, considering the Warrior of Light isn't the most recognizable figure; just in title. But he doesn't look like he's from Etheirys, or any of its Shards. ( Surely, she'd know if he was. Surely. )
There's really only one way to find out, though. ] Aria Forzane. [ Still keeping the 'not the most helpful' theme she's got going on — but she's giving her name for her sake, not his. Her eyes watching his expression carefully for the moment he lets something slip, if he does at all. ] Who are you?
what is villainy, anyway,
She raises an eyebrow. ]
Where I'm from, most tend to ask 'what's your name'. I've found it's easier to get dates this way. [ With all the free time she definitely has, between saving the world and having a dense-as-fuck soul or whatever. The point still stands, though — she finally straightens out from the door frame, dusting the side of her coat.
He doesn't recognize her, that much is certain. Not that it means much in the grand scheme of things, considering the Warrior of Light isn't the most recognizable figure; just in title. But he doesn't look like he's from Etheirys, or any of its Shards. ( Surely, she'd know if he was. Surely. )
There's really only one way to find out, though. ] Aria Forzane. [ Still keeping the 'not the most helpful' theme she's got going on — but she's giving her name for her sake, not his. Her eyes watching his expression carefully for the moment he lets something slip, if he does at all. ] Who are you?