Fear, panic, grief -- Meril rarely felt any emotions with great intensity, and never these. Little surprise that their grip on her left her confused and trembling, struggling to comprehend what she felt. Uncertain and driven to rash decisions, Meril made the only logical conclusion: what she feared losing was her band, and so she had to find them.
So a petite woman with a long silver braid stormed through the hallways of the Virgo headquarters, fire in her eyes and determination in every fiber of her being. Her right hand clutched the base of an ornamental statue she'd snatched on her way out of the penthouse. And she was in an unholy fury indeed -- she smashed through everything in her way, be it a door or a personal chef's cart or a person. Kicking, trampling, and even bashing with the statue cleared her path as she hunted her band. The only ones safe from her rampage were fellow musicians, and they alone seemed capable of eliciting any acknowledgment out of her besides mindless, livid determination.
2.
Once people had finally gotten Meril back into her quarter, she at least refrained from kicking the door down and stomping out again. Enough sense had returned to her that she knew she was behaving madly. But that didn't make the feelings go away!
The woman paced like a caged animal, storming from room to room and upsetting things in her wake. Occasionally she grabbed a nearby object as if to wield it like a weapon, the way she'd slung about that statue before -- but there was never anything to strike, and she invariably tossed it down without any further regard before she could do harm.
By now, she was fuming -- at herself, at her feelings, at the world.
3.
She also sent messages to those very few people she knows. All the rage in the world won't keep her from making sure they're okay.
Lenneth Valkyrie (Meril) | Virgo | Duty
Fear, panic, grief -- Meril rarely felt any emotions with great intensity, and never these. Little surprise that their grip on her left her confused and trembling, struggling to comprehend what she felt. Uncertain and driven to rash decisions, Meril made the only logical conclusion: what she feared losing was her band, and so she had to find them.
So a petite woman with a long silver braid stormed through the hallways of the Virgo headquarters, fire in her eyes and determination in every fiber of her being. Her right hand clutched the base of an ornamental statue she'd snatched on her way out of the penthouse. And she was in an unholy fury indeed -- she smashed through everything in her way, be it a door or a personal chef's cart or a person. Kicking, trampling, and even bashing with the statue cleared her path as she hunted her band. The only ones safe from her rampage were fellow musicians, and they alone seemed capable of eliciting any acknowledgment out of her besides mindless, livid determination.
2.
Once people had finally gotten Meril back into her quarter, she at least refrained from kicking the door down and stomping out again. Enough sense had returned to her that she knew she was behaving madly. But that didn't make the feelings go away!
The woman paced like a caged animal, storming from room to room and upsetting things in her wake. Occasionally she grabbed a nearby object as if to wield it like a weapon, the way she'd slung about that statue before -- but there was never anything to strike, and she invariably tossed it down without any further regard before she could do harm.
By now, she was fuming -- at herself, at her feelings, at the world.
3.
She also sent messages to those very few people she knows. All the rage in the world won't keep her from making sure they're okay.