No, this isn't happening. This isn't real, please, I have to wake up, wake up, WAKE UP! Aemi shook violently, as if maybe she would subconsciously cause herself to fall out of her bed if she were actually just dreaming. Looking around at the streets around her, nothing seemed to change. She hadn't been to this city in several months, but it seemed... depressing. There must have been some fires... or riots. This is all my fault. She hadn't spoken to Kitten or any of the other members of the guild since the the turn of events that seemed to change the world around her in the blink of an eye. She needed to calm down. She would cause a scene like this, and if people were smart, they'd know who she hung around.
Sinking her chin into her scarf, she looked down with barely any motivation to even walk anymore. She was tired. She needed a coffee, or something to cure this exhaustion. Looking around, she had noticed the large sign with the words "8-Island" written on it. Surely they would have something that she could sip at. And this way, she wasn't left to her thoughts in the middle of a public street. She could sit down and allow herself to relax. Nodding to herself in reassurance, she stepped off toward the diner.
When she stepped in and looked around, she didn't really notice anyone suspicious looking. Just your casual dine-ins and families. News must have spread about the council because while some were keeping mum on the topic, it was as though everyone had something to hide, speaking lowly and avoiding attention. Biting her lip as she ran a few fingers through her hair, she tried to find a seat where she could be given the least amount of attention. Preferably with her back to the rest of the area so that no one could quickly recognize her.
Perhaps the seat in the back corner would be best. Nodding, she started to head in that direction... however there was a man who was already sitting there. Well, that put a bump in the road. She simply kept walking, past a young woman who started to stare at her suspiciously before she finally sat down at a table a couple over from the corner. Paying no mind to the woman, she figured it'd be best if she left it alone. Even if they did know who she was, no one was going to do much about it... and if they did, she probably deserved it. The woman had turned back to the people she was with, murmuring under her breath, though she didn't care to listen as the waitress came up.
"Hello, um, coffee please," she nodded, giving a small, tight smile.
Sinking her chin into her scarf, she looked down with barely any motivation to even walk anymore. She was tired. She needed a coffee, or something to cure this exhaustion. Looking around, she had noticed the large sign with the words "8-Island" written on it. Surely they would have something that she could sip at. And this way, she wasn't left to her thoughts in the middle of a public street. She could sit down and allow herself to relax. Nodding to herself in reassurance, she stepped off toward the diner.
When she stepped in and looked around, she didn't really notice anyone suspicious looking. Just your casual dine-ins and families. News must have spread about the council because while some were keeping mum on the topic, it was as though everyone had something to hide, speaking lowly and avoiding attention. Biting her lip as she ran a few fingers through her hair, she tried to find a seat where she could be given the least amount of attention. Preferably with her back to the rest of the area so that no one could quickly recognize her.
Perhaps the seat in the back corner would be best. Nodding, she started to head in that direction... however there was a man who was already sitting there. Well, that put a bump in the road. She simply kept walking, past a young woman who started to stare at her suspiciously before she finally sat down at a table a couple over from the corner. Paying no mind to the woman, she figured it'd be best if she left it alone. Even if they did know who she was, no one was going to do much about it... and if they did, she probably deserved it. The woman had turned back to the people she was with, murmuring under her breath, though she didn't care to listen as the waitress came up.
"Hello, um, coffee please," she nodded, giving a small, tight smile.