No pienso estés probando... || private

Kistiñe hadn't been the guild hall much for well over a month; others may have seen her in passing, when she was coming in from late nights of partying or promiscuous activities, but it was almost impossible as of late to catch her at a time convenient for a conversation or doing something with her guild mates. While this was due almost exclusively to the fact that her roleplayer was a museless pile of feathers and of no fault of her own, it most certainly would have caused some guild mates to wonder what was up. The past several days, however, it seemed as though she had been staying around the guild hall at more palpable hours; although it was hard to tell if and for how long this streak of being available for conversation would last.

Although today was quite lovely as far as the sky was concerned--rich blue with a smattering of clouds here and there--it was unbearably hot outside. One would think that, for a native of the tropics, the heat would be a non-issue; however, the Latina was currently avoiding going outside for various reasons. Being surrounded by concrete and people made the heat infinitely more miserable than being on an island with a breeze; in addition, the fact that the city was nowhere near a source of water meant that the only breeze that was available was stale and often times unpleasant. It was understandable, then, that she would prefer to stay inside today. Currently dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a white t-shirt, it was evident that she had just woken up; she was brushing her teeth, and her normally straight hair was in a mess of bedhead....

Jiyu did not really know when other people came and went from the guild, and she really did not care either! What reason did she have to give a damn? Caring like that, it only ended in heart slicing pain, thing’s were much simpler when someone only concerned themselves with their own well being, instead of what other’s thought or felt. In her youth Jiyu had learned that swiftly after her mother died, but it had seemed over the past few months in Black Rose, she forgot that life fact. Forgetting to not care about other’s? Had only gotten the wind mage hurt in the eye, and it was clear to see in even every move she made! When Kazehime first joined, she was bitchy sure, but she was lively, she never seemed to stop moving and doing things. Now thought, in the last about week it seemed different, something changed about the way she behaved, the way she dressed, she didn’t even look like the common street whore she normally appeared as, things were just different. All because she’d gotten up the nerve to care for someone, only to have them dig their hand into her chest and cut her heart to shreds, rip into an old wound, cut it open anew, so deeply that nothing she did mended even a centimetre of what had taken place. She always tried to stop thinking about all this, feeling as if she was moping and being useless, but it was to no gain, nothing seemed to bring her back over the line.

‘We did a job together before, didn’t we?” the young wind mage was sitting on a bar stool, her face without expression and her eyes without a soul behind them, just cold as if she merely took up space instead of existing. Recalling she was fairly certain she knew the girl in front of her, jiyu’s fingers playing with her own slightly past waist long hair and adjusted her grey night shirt, not having bothered to change today.