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WHO: Senua (

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WHAT: Bank event, brooding in a café, exercising and training

WHERE: The bank the café and around

WHEN: July

WARNINGS: Senua herself is kind of a warning. Could include themes of depression, psychosis, death, and horror!

I – The Bank

So this is the bank? Senua isn’t certain what to think of it. It feels like a cage to her. A fortress, designed to keep things in, and out. She knows such places well. Places dark, places designed to contain.

A shake of her head follows as the whispers ensue. She can’t listen to them right now. She probably should. They always have something to say, something to discuss with her. She’d already returned that which didn’t belong to her. But now she was wondering if there was something here for her specifically.

Slowly, silently, she wandered the corridors, the vaults and rooms. Stopping every so often to press herself against a wall.
Footsteps, real or not, flooded her ears. Voices too, strange lights. Her mind worked and pieced through it all. Senua attempted to piece through it all. Tried to make sense of it. By now she was wordlessly pressing her back against another wall.

A shadow, there. Distorted, one only she could see in a moment of mental delirium.

II – A torc by any other name

She filled with the gold piece of jewelry around her arm. It looked intricate, and too big for her. It is too big for her. Given this piece is meant for someone else.

She still wore it as she sat at the café, fingerings it. She seemed lost, listening to something with her eyes closed softly. Senua could practically hear his voice speaking to her. Even if she knew that wasn’t the case here. He was gone, and she let him move on. Freed him from the confines of her own mind and spirit.

But she still sat there, for a long period of time at that. Breathing softly as she pressed a hand against the torc. Pushing it against the skin of the arm it was worn on. The woman let him go, moved on.

But she could still feel his warmth through the gold trinket.

“…-lion….”

She sighed. “I’m not certain what to do.”

Her food is getting cold, and the beer she has is going flat and warm.

III – Keeping the Body Sharp

There are no weapons here. None that Senua readily recognizes anyway. No swords, bows, spears. Only items that could be used as weapons. If a person was dogged enough to do so. As of right now, she is not so dogged.

But Senua still felt the need to train herself. She still didn’t feel right here. Not with all shed seen, felt, heard. It wasn’t the best, but she kept a bat and spare knives with her. With half a mind to utilize the glassworks around her. To make a spear.

She could be found running through the city. Not in any particular direction. But she ran, she needed the endurance.

At other times she could be found going through the motions with her bat, her knife, or her bare hands. Practicing the forms she knew, and playing out a makeshift fight in her mind.

The voices were silent through it all. Only occasionally sounding off when, out of the corner of her eyes, she caught movement. A shaky shadow. Something darting away. A field of flowers.

[WILDCARD]

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