Not even a week had gone by since Rey's return, and already some new bullshit was happening. People were acting strange and it didn't take long for her to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
It was going to be another one of those months again.
Though it was a heavy risk to take, Rey isn't one to hole herself up somewhere and wait out for the events to pass. Not when there are people out there who are being hunted by one another against their will. Instead, she can be found patrolling the streets, seeking out anyone in need of help. When she isn't on patrol, she's sneaking into the armory to peruse the selection, hoping not to run into anyone who may target her next. So far, no dice.
Mostly healed from the injuries she'd sustained back home, her face is mostly back to normal and she can walk on her own two feet. Small miracles in harsh times, it would see.
I. Closed to Liquid Snake and later Carlisle Longinmouth (April 23rd)
It doesn't take a rocket scientist for one to figure out that something is wrong, and Rey knows better than to wander outside unprepared now more than ever. After all, she'd given her word that she had no intentions of dying anytime soon, and for the most part she's not staggering in pain of her existing wounds. There is something to be said about not being human, and there are certainly some rare perks to having her father's cell line in her body.
More recently she's ventured the city streets, sporting her armor with its hood covering her head and whatever weapons she can scrounge from the armory. She doesn't know how this rage thing works -- if they need to see her face in order to trigger the effects. It's a risk she feels is worth taking if she can help someone evade their would-be assailants.
This may or may not be the case, when her intuition picks up on the sense that she's being followed. Though from where, she does not yet know. Foolish as it may be, she stops and pulls down her hood, glancing around for any sign of potential stalkers.
Rey | Closed and Open
Not even a week had gone by since Rey's return, and already some new bullshit was happening. People were acting strange and it didn't take long for her to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
It was going to be another one of those months again.
Though it was a heavy risk to take, Rey isn't one to hole herself up somewhere and wait out for the events to pass. Not when there are people out there who are being hunted by one another against their will. Instead, she can be found patrolling the streets, seeking out anyone in need of help. When she isn't on patrol, she's sneaking into the armory to peruse the selection, hoping not to run into anyone who may target her next. So far, no dice.
Mostly healed from the injuries she'd sustained back home, her face is mostly back to normal and she can walk on her own two feet. Small miracles in harsh times, it would see.
I. Closed to Liquid Snake and later Carlisle Longinmouth (April 23rd)
It doesn't take a rocket scientist for one to figure out that something is wrong, and Rey knows better than to wander outside unprepared now more than ever. After all, she'd given her word that she had no intentions of dying anytime soon, and for the most part she's not staggering in pain of her existing wounds. There is something to be said about not being human, and there are certainly some rare perks to having her father's cell line in her body.
More recently she's ventured the city streets, sporting her armor with its hood covering her head and whatever weapons she can scrounge from the armory. She doesn't know how this rage thing works -- if they need to see her face in order to trigger the effects. It's a risk she feels is worth taking if she can help someone evade their would-be assailants.
This may or may not be the case, when her intuition picks up on the sense that she's being followed. Though from where, she does not yet know. Foolish as it may be, she stops and pulls down her hood, glancing around for any sign of potential stalkers.