Raising the anbu mask up over her jaw to uncover her mouth slightly, Famine brought the lettuce colored apple to her maw, closing and burring her teeth into the fruit with a snap. Infamous spotted snake tattoos coiled her arms. Her hood was overtop her head, assisting the mask in shielding her idenity... Thankfully no one could really see the insignia of her past affiliationagainst her neck this way.
She stood at a crouch atop the roof of the structure, balancing at the balls of her bare feet. She looked down over its edge. The afternoon was a gloomy one, the streets were practically bare and the building she stood? It seemed to be a library or school house of some sort. The grainy shingled surface scraped against the pads of her feet. Rain melted and trickleddown from the stars, falling from overcast skies to paint the asphalt. It came down light but all at once, practically turning the world’s every hue into grey.
Rita hadn’t really thought events through had she? Make it look just like you died in an act of guild terrorism, Off Rilanne while at it, undo ties with the guild. But where now? She needed to get out of that city before anyone caught up to her, so days at travel brought her here. Hargeon.
Fairy Tail was dragging her down in a sense… All Famine could think she had done in that guild was get herself beaten trying to defend people in the name of justice? Where was her justice, really? As a legal mage she had to devote herself to protect the lives and property of the people. If she was beaten the crap out of in the process like many times before? She’ll survive. What made it worse was how It was okay for someone to put their hands all over, harm, and humiliate her her like that, and for others to leave her when she really needed a hand up.
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