The staff member Kara had manage to corner and interrogate had given her a fairly concise set of directions, and she'd followed them to the letter, burying her hands in the pockets of her hoodie as she trudged down the stairs, into the depths of the Avalon. Climbing into the belly of the beast. Battling the army of darkness. She was Ash Williams, and this was the cabin filled with Deadites, or some shit like that. Metaphors were fucking stupid, anyway.
The Nosferatu's internal dialogue left a faintly irritated sneer on her face, only adding to the vague aura of menace that hung about her, dripping through her thin brown hoodie, boots, and jeans. Privately, she was grateful for it. 'Nasty bitch' was always better than 'unfortunate cancer victim', and seriously, what the hell? Latin? They wrote Latin over the door? What, was she in private school again? Seriously. What was it about dying that turned people into pretentious motherfuckers. Why couldn't they just use some plain, simple English? You know, something she could understand?
Shaking her head, she headed a touch deeper into the Elysium, bouncing on her heels as she glanced around the place. If this city functioned, They (calling them They had vaguely conspiratorial overtones, but that seemed appropriate) probably knew she was in the city before she did, and a greeting couldn't be far away. And if the city didn't, then hey, she'd learn something, and hopefully get back to her car before it was towed for being in a no-parking zone.
Damn, she could go for some pizza right now.
Fuck, she missed pizza.
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