07-16-2013, 12:07 PM
Raspberry Sky is not a Guardian, though her sister was one of their tag-alongs learning to become one. Raspberry Sky has no pack of her own, but she temporarily joins packs sometimes, attacking herself spiritually for a time to amenable groups of garou before moving on. She says she goes where she's needed. Right now, she's needed -- or says she is -- in the lowest levels of 1999 Broadway, where it is almost completely dark, where mortals never go because they don't know it exists, where they bury their honored dead. Where her baby sister is buried.
She comes up, though, when she hears that someone is looking for her. Her hair, still bright bubble-gum pink except at the roots, is pulled back off her face. She's not wearing makeup. She hardly looks like Raspberry Sky, and there is grave dirt under her fingernails and on the soles of her bare feet. She doesn't smile, but she doesn't look otherwise displeased. Just... numb.
Of course she remembers him, when she comes up to the main level of the sept to meet him. She waits for him to speak.
She comes up, though, when she hears that someone is looking for her. Her hair, still bright bubble-gum pink except at the roots, is pulled back off her face. She's not wearing makeup. She hardly looks like Raspberry Sky, and there is grave dirt under her fingernails and on the soles of her bare feet. She doesn't smile, but she doesn't look otherwise displeased. Just... numb.
Of course she remembers him, when she comes up to the main level of the sept to meet him. She waits for him to speak.
my whole life is thunder.