vermintide: its ok to say no (can you kill my boss for me?)
cleo cazo, power! of! gross ([personal profile] vermintide) wrote in [personal profile] fxckingaroundandhavingfun 2023-01-30 06:08 pm (UTC)

dead of night

[ Cleo is not of weak constitution, but she is always tired. And though she tends to thrive at night, it's been a full day. Fun and stressful in roughly equal measure. As she and Sebastian explore further from the festivities, the odorless miasma creeps insidiously into them. Once Sebastian calls her attention to it with a barrage of urgent squeaks, Cleo pulls her gas mask over her face. It's either too late by then or fails to thwart any effects.

Not that Cleo notices them. As far as she's concerned, she's naturally perturbed. Now the food has settled and the gin buzz has abated, she sees this place for what it is. A prison, concealing its true nature with bread and circuses. She'll fix that.

Normally, she'd let the rats have all the fun. And several are, chewing through cloth banners and nicking food. For once, Cleo serves as a distraction from them rather than the other way around: she tosses over a table of lovingly stacked glasses. Shattering on the ground, she dances among the shards. (Badly, limbs akimbo to no particular beat.) Her mask pushed back haphazardly up her head, she upends a bottle of gin into her mouth, then drops it when someone touches her. Cleo turns on her heal, grinding glass into the dirt. ]


I have a drink. [ She raises the gin indicatively. It doesn't occur to her he's not asking because she looks thirsty. ]

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