[Kyna is... not doing entirely well. This entire situation makes her skin crawl, for more reasons than just the usual. Sure, being teleported to an entirely new world is a trip, but she can put that down to magic, even if it's not magic she's dealt with before. The whole improve yourself thing... That's what she can't shake. It touches on something she's always thought, or maybe always feared, and so she tries to cover by seeming especially annoyed.
And it isn't even just that. She feels like something's watching her, in that vague, distant way spirits or some monsters do. She can't pinpoint it, though, and so she keeps glancing over her shoulder, jumpy.
Eventually, she gets some food and sits down cross-legged on the floor. Her brow is furrowed and her nose wrinkles as she stares down at it suspiciously. It seems for all the world like she's planning on having a staring contest, until her stomach growls and she sighs.]
Do you think they're gonna poison us or something?
the play
[She isn't really one for plays, or for sitting still for long periods in general. She's here because she's hoping it'll tell her something about her predicament or about the people here. Beyond the fact that they creep her out.
But then, of course, there's no performance at all, and Kyna finds herself drawn to the stage, curiosity compelling her to see what the hell this whole thing is about. She throws a glance back to the only other person in the theater, but doesn't wait for them to join her at the table.
It's just a mask, but she's not dumb enough to touch it.]
What is this, some escape room bullshit? Do we have to start solving riddles?
wildcard
[toss something else at me, or hit me up at cephalopods!]
Kyna Medina | Original
[Kyna is... not doing entirely well. This entire situation makes her skin crawl, for more reasons than just the usual. Sure, being teleported to an entirely new world is a trip, but she can put that down to magic, even if it's not magic she's dealt with before. The whole improve yourself thing... That's what she can't shake. It touches on something she's always thought, or maybe always feared, and so she tries to cover by seeming especially annoyed.
And it isn't even just that. She feels like something's watching her, in that vague, distant way spirits or some monsters do. She can't pinpoint it, though, and so she keeps glancing over her shoulder, jumpy.
Eventually, she gets some food and sits down cross-legged on the floor. Her brow is furrowed and her nose wrinkles as she stares down at it suspiciously. It seems for all the world like she's planning on having a staring contest, until her stomach growls and she sighs.]
Do you think they're gonna poison us or something?
the play
[She isn't really one for plays, or for sitting still for long periods in general. She's here because she's hoping it'll tell her something about her predicament or about the people here. Beyond the fact that they creep her out.
But then, of course, there's no performance at all, and Kyna finds herself drawn to the stage, curiosity compelling her to see what the hell this whole thing is about. She throws a glance back to the only other person in the theater, but doesn't wait for them to join her at the table.
It's just a mask, but she's not dumb enough to touch it.]
What is this, some escape room bullshit? Do we have to start solving riddles?
wildcard
[toss something else at me, or hit me up at