Sophie Neveu

-- She needed a distraction. Something to draw them away. Preferably before her dwindling food and water supplies were exhausted.} {quietly} Grand-pére... If you're watching. If you can hear me. Clear my path... @Cooler_Than_PI @LevelUpDead @SoManyArrows

-- she swept her hands across her hips, inwardly cringing at the wet thwap of blood covered skin touching denim. Mustering her courage, she made for the teeny window slat, peering cautiously out at the herd peppering the once green field. Too many to make a run for it. --

-- grasped for some measure of residual calm from her former life, the logisitical mode she'd call upon while at crime scenes, or embroiled in some kind of office drama. She'd been an agent for /years/. Surely some crumb of that persona remained? Pushing to stand, --

-- born of the leaky roof, thoughts flying to the last time she'd seen @Cooler_Than_PI. An attempt at lightening the load of overwhelming news, she'd made a joking effort to walk on water.} {under her breath} Still doesn't work. {Eyes closing for a breath, she mentally --

-- threats, lethal, all wearing human faces. Would @Cooler_Than_PI be able to take a life? Even a withered one, groaning to be put out if its misery? Trying to stamp out doubt, she stretched out a foot, a smile touching her lips as she tapped her toe to a puddle --

-- that @_GaveUpTheGhost was still alive. Yes, #Robert had proven himself more than capable against human foes, never shirking from a fight. She doubted that he'd ever seen a mental puzzle he couldn't unravel. But this... This was a new world. A world replete with --

-- filled with laughter and smiles, the smell of roses and fresh greenery, the sounds of /life/ going on all around her. The Death of her adopted family, torn apart by snapping jaws and gnashing teeth, swept away in a torrent of blood. But most of all, the Death of hope --

{Sinking to a seat on the fractured stone bench, she turned her back to the drying blood stains on the eroded chapel wall and exhaled. Pursed lips, a soft whistle whispering a cheery note from between them, distracting from the thoughts of Death. The Death of a world --