[It was obvious that a rebellion would start. People are too attached to their old lives, after all, or at least too drawn to the unknown, to sit around a fire and awkwardly chat while this "ritual site" gets set up. Maybe on the fourth or fifth night, it breaks out: started by one person lashing out, then another, but swiftly quashed by whips and armor.]
[Infel, meanwhile, is waiting: gathering information, biding her time until she knows enough to strike out on her own.]
[The girl who speaks up next to Nox is maybe twenty-two, with a straight posture and hands folded in her lap. Nox may be talking to the riot, but as they're otherwise occupied, she'll just talk back to him instead...!]
Yeah, yeah, our old worlds are dead. Some of ours had it coming for centuries now. [She wasn't too surprised about hers, as evidenced by the wry smile that creeps across her face.] But with that said... [a motion to all the clamor, or at least where she hears it and sees the blurs of activity--] Whatever's out there isn't dead. You're telling me you aren't interested in it at all?
waiting; another member of the 'pining over dead women' club??
[Infel, meanwhile, is waiting: gathering information, biding her time until she knows enough to strike out on her own.]
[The girl who speaks up next to Nox is maybe twenty-two, with a straight posture and hands folded in her lap. Nox may be talking to the riot, but as they're otherwise occupied, she'll just talk back to him instead...!]
Yeah, yeah, our old worlds are dead. Some of ours had it coming for centuries now. [She wasn't too surprised about hers, as evidenced by the wry smile that creeps across her face.] But with that said... [a motion to all the clamor, or at least where she hears it and sees the blurs of activity--] Whatever's out there isn't dead. You're telling me you aren't interested in it at all?