She'd talked her way through the meeting with the white-haired woman while barely parsing any of it, and before she knew it, she was on a ship with other people. It was only shortly after that that the ship arrived to dock, the few people departed the ship, and she, after a brief tour and introduction, was left with her thoughts.
The first thought: this town was... cute. Quaint! A little dreary. A smile pulled at her lips.
The second thought had that smile drop: holding out her hands revealed that she was still in the jester outfit. She died and she still had to be like this? What kind of cruel twist of fate was that?
That left the rest of her thoughts racing as she tried to head to the Oak and Iron. Oh, god. She still couldn't remember anything about her prior life. All that time that she knew was there? Just gone. How was she supposed to function in an afterlife if she could barely remember a life to begin with? Was there any point in trying to go back, if she was just going to be stuck in the Circus again?
All the while, practically in a stress-induced daze, she sat herself at the bar after finding her way to the Oak and Iron, tried to get some cider, went to take a sip, and spilled half of it down herself. She let out a miserable, frustrated groan, sitting the cup down perhaps a bit too roughly, and planting her head into her hands.
Maybe she could use a word of reassurance? Or a towel?
Ghost Stories
Though the story was scary, Pomni can't help but delight in the nostalgic frights from it. How long had it been since she'd gotten to do something like that in a group of people?
She'd been in such good spirits that, heading back to town, she didn't think anything of it, and didn't see any reason to be any more alert than usual.
Huge mistake, considering in the dark streets of town, she was stopped in her tracks.
And then came the knock-knock joke.
Now, here she was, scrambling for her life, huffing and puffing and wheezing as her bells, those god damn fucking bells, gave away her location at very turn. She didn't know how much longer she could keep this up with how her legs burned, but the glow from that wicked jack-o-lantern grin never escaped the corners of her eyes.
God, why was she going to die over a knock-knock joke?
Wildcard
( time to party!! hmu either here or discord, i'm eager to put this gal anywhere i can with anybody who's interested! \o/ )
Pomni | The Amazing Digital Circus 🎪
Everything felt like a blur.
She'd talked her way through the meeting with the white-haired woman while barely parsing any of it, and before she knew it, she was on a ship with other people. It was only shortly after that that the ship arrived to dock, the few people departed the ship, and she, after a brief tour and introduction, was left with her thoughts.
The first thought: this town was... cute. Quaint! A little dreary. A smile pulled at her lips.
The second thought had that smile drop: holding out her hands revealed that she was still in the jester outfit. She died and she still had to be like this? What kind of cruel twist of fate was that?
That left the rest of her thoughts racing as she tried to head to the Oak and Iron. Oh, god. She still couldn't remember anything about her prior life. All that time that she knew was there? Just gone. How was she supposed to function in an afterlife if she could barely remember a life to begin with? Was there any point in trying to go back, if she was just going to be stuck in the Circus again?
All the while, practically in a stress-induced daze, she sat herself at the bar after finding her way to the Oak and Iron, tried to get some cider, went to take a sip, and spilled half of it down herself. She let out a miserable, frustrated groan, sitting the cup down perhaps a bit too roughly, and planting her head into her hands.
Maybe she could use a word of reassurance? Or a towel?
Ghost Stories
Though the story was scary, Pomni can't help but delight in the nostalgic frights from it. How long had it been since she'd gotten to do something like that in a group of people?
She'd been in such good spirits that, heading back to town, she didn't think anything of it, and didn't see any reason to be any more alert than usual.
Huge mistake, considering in the dark streets of town, she was stopped in her tracks.
And then came the knock-knock joke.
Now, here she was, scrambling for her life, huffing and puffing and wheezing as her bells, those god damn fucking bells, gave away her location at very turn. She didn't know how much longer she could keep this up with how her legs burned, but the glow from that wicked jack-o-lantern grin never escaped the corners of her eyes.
God, why was she going to die over a knock-knock joke?
Wildcard
( time to party!! hmu either here or discord, i'm eager to put this gal anywhere i can with anybody who's interested! \o/ )