[Fiona is no soldier. She said it herself, over and over, to her sister and her mentor - she's no Vault Hunter. Maybe her aim's a little better now than it was, and sure, she does love excitement and treasure. But the big, planet-shattering fights? Keep her out of it, thanks.
Yet here she is, drafted against her will. Fiona leans against a wall, looking as relaxed as you please, nursing a cup of wine she has yet to take a drink from. No way will she trust what these people are serving. The part she's playing now requires she look like a normal partygoer, though, and it's weird not having a drink your hand when you're at a party. Blending in! And doing her best to pretend she's not on-guard, paranoid as hell.
So she gives the nearest person a lopsided smile, as if to say isn't this whole thing kinda funny? And inclines her head towards the food piled high on the table.]
You think they're always this generous?
(b. the station)
[What she wouldn't give to be able to show Sasha everything she's seen. This fight might even be worth it, if it could get them both off of the planet. Because honestly, no matter how messed up the circumstances are, this place is beautiful in a way Pandora just isn't, and somehow much safer. Fiona's confident enough that she's probably not going to be murdered at any given point (there's no price on her head here, not yet) that she's comfortable grabbing a cup of coffee and a quiet moment to think. That's novel enough.
Feet kicked up on the table, she's still taking in the scenery around her. Even with her years of conning it's still hard to keep the wonderment off her face.]
fiona | tales from the borderlands | unseelie
[Fiona is no soldier. She said it herself, over and over, to her sister and her mentor - she's no Vault Hunter. Maybe her aim's a little better now than it was, and sure, she does love excitement and treasure. But the big, planet-shattering fights? Keep her out of it, thanks.
Yet here she is, drafted against her will. Fiona leans against a wall, looking as relaxed as you please, nursing a cup of wine she has yet to take a drink from. No way will she trust what these people are serving. The part she's playing now requires she look like a normal partygoer, though, and it's weird not having a drink your hand when you're at a party. Blending in! And doing her best to pretend she's not on-guard, paranoid as hell.
So she gives the nearest person a lopsided smile, as if to say isn't this whole thing kinda funny? And inclines her head towards the food piled high on the table.]
You think they're always this generous?
(b. the station)
[What she wouldn't give to be able to show Sasha everything she's seen. This fight might even be worth it, if it could get them both off of the planet. Because honestly, no matter how messed up the circumstances are, this place is beautiful in a way Pandora just isn't, and somehow much safer. Fiona's confident enough that she's probably not going to be murdered at any given point (there's no price on her head here, not yet) that she's comfortable grabbing a cup of coffee and a quiet moment to think. That's novel enough.
Feet kicked up on the table, she's still taking in the scenery around her. Even with her years of conning it's still hard to keep the wonderment off her face.]