[The last time that she was in a world that was different, her dear Aunt Delilah had painted it. This - well, honestly, it doesn't feel so far off from the painting. It's like Dunwall and the Void have been put sewn together, but when she looks up at the sky, there's a distinctive lack of floating whales.
Strange how that weighs heavily on her chest, as if the Outsider's presence would have been at all welcoming right now. (But it would be, because he was familiar).
She'd just gotten home back, had just rescued her father, had been starting to put everything back together. And now this. It was almost funny. Almost. Dear, sweet Empress, without a throne or a crown or a royal protector. Again.
She glances back at the building she's just left, where the room pulled her out of - where? Home? Existence? Is any of this even real? Her lips part, but she thinks better of testing the idea that it's all a lie. Ghosts are not something she wants to play with if she doesn't have to just yet.
Emily waits outside of the building, wondering if perhaps Corvo will step outside. Anton. Hell, she'd take the imposter Meagan Foster. As she does, she carefully wraps her left hand in a bit of extra cloth she was able to swipe until her mark from the Outsider is covered.]
Liplocked.
[Emily isn't drinking. It's not that she doesn't drink. There were a few times before when she'd been so drunk, Wyman became four people. Or no people. She was young, and stupid, and she had hated her life a lot more then. She's not quite as reckless with alcohol now, not after Delilah and roaming Serkonos.
The problem right now is that, she has no idea what this is. It's nothing like any alcohol she's seen before, which is a fair assessment. She's never been here before.
The problem right now is, she's watching the natives and a few others take drinks and they're getting a little friskier. She doesn't trust the alcohol, but people watching is always a good time. So she'll just be here, hanging out by the fire, being really amused.]
[ooc: feel free to hit her up, you lushes ;)]
Wildcard.
[Hit Emily up for whatever! She's been assigned as a Hunter, so she'll probably be frequently hanging around in trees and killing things. Emily can also be found hanging around on roofs and scaling buildings at night. It's not weird. She's also in House 10, for any roomie shenanigans.]
Emily Kaldwin | Dishonored
[The last time that she was in a world that was different, her dear Aunt Delilah had painted it. This - well, honestly, it doesn't feel so far off from the painting. It's like Dunwall and the Void have been put sewn together, but when she looks up at the sky, there's a distinctive lack of floating whales.
Strange how that weighs heavily on her chest, as if the Outsider's presence would have been at all welcoming right now. (But it would be, because he was familiar).
She'd just gotten home back, had just rescued her father, had been starting to put everything back together. And now this. It was almost funny. Almost. Dear, sweet Empress, without a throne or a crown or a royal protector. Again.
She glances back at the building she's just left, where the room pulled her out of - where? Home? Existence? Is any of this even real? Her lips part, but she thinks better of testing the idea that it's all a lie. Ghosts are not something she wants to play with if she doesn't have to just yet.
Emily waits outside of the building, wondering if perhaps Corvo will step outside. Anton. Hell, she'd take the imposter Meagan Foster. As she does, she carefully wraps her left hand in a bit of extra cloth she was able to swipe until her mark from the Outsider is covered.]
Liplocked.
[Emily isn't drinking. It's not that she doesn't drink. There were a few times before when she'd been so drunk, Wyman became four people. Or no people. She was young, and stupid, and she had hated her life a lot more then. She's not quite as reckless with alcohol now, not after Delilah and roaming Serkonos.
The problem right now is that, she has no idea what this is. It's nothing like any alcohol she's seen before, which is a fair assessment. She's never been here before.
The problem right now is, she's watching the natives and a few others take drinks and they're getting a little friskier. She doesn't trust the alcohol, but people watching is always a good time. So she'll just be here, hanging out by the fire, being really amused.]
[ooc: feel free to hit her up, you lushes ;)]
Wildcard.
[Hit Emily up for whatever! She's been assigned as a Hunter, so she'll probably be frequently hanging around in trees and killing things. Emily can also be found hanging around on roofs and scaling buildings at night. It's not weird. She's also in House 10, for any roomie shenanigans.]