Helias Panoptes

Thank you.

Memories, where’d you go? You were all I’ve ever known. How I miss yesterday and how I let it fade away ~

- ooc: - a big part of me.]

[ooc: Man, it’s hard to believe that RPing here was a big part of my life 2010-2018. Then one day you wake up.. and everything has changed. I’m super grateful for all the friends I’ve made here over the years, and the things I’ve written. This character has and will always be -

@detectivevostar "I'll keep my arrows in check until I see these motherfuckers. I'm smart enough to survey the room first. But if you want, I'll wait 'til you take your little *picture.*"

@InevitableSun Vostar's irritated already as she follows. Okay. Focus. "You can just go in—arrows blazing."

~ @InevitableSun ~ At least it's a nice evening for subterfuge. Vostar runs a quick check. Camera: check. Need photos of the deal going down. Lockpick: check. It'd been a while since she needed this Blaster: check. You never know when things might get hairy. She got a tip —

@detectivevostar "That's no way to speak to your elders," Helias whispers, making no effort to wait for Vostar to catch up. She walks with a confident stride.

@InevitableSun "You're - how old?" And maybe on something too, Vostar reckons. She won't keep her hand too far from her blaster. She closes the door quietly behind them. "Just don't get in my way and we'll be okay."

You’re just jealous you won’t look like *this* at seven hundred and sixty five.

The moon, of course, is always there—

@detectivevostar “Seven hundred years and I’ve gotten this far. What are you, *thirty?*” Helias smirks, walking through the door without expressing any sort of gratitude.

@InevitableSun "Ah, so you're old-fashioned." With one twist of the lockpick, there's a click, and the door swings open. "We'll see how that goes for you."

@detectivevostar “Ah, so you’re playin’ it safe.” Helias nods, lips pursed in thought. Why show the world when she can take care of the problem herself? “Guns really aren’t my thing,” she shrugs, brandishing one of the gilded arrows from her quiver. “Neither are cameras.”

@InevitableSun Oh, good. They're a smart-arse. Vostar looks over the arrows curiously. "I was going to get photographs and show the world how corrupt and under-the-table the corporation is. You planning on going hunting?"

@detectivevostar Helias raises her eyebrows and withdraws her hand, resting it on the leather strap holding a quiver of arrows. “No, I’m here for the Halloween candy.” When isn’t the Time Lady’s tone dripping with sarcasm? “What’s your plan, then? So we don’t get in each others way.”

@InevitableSun Vostar sizes her up, eyes narrowed. She twirls the pistol around her finger before slipping it back into its holster. "Vostar. You're here because of the deal, I assume." The very shady and illegal arms deal going on right now between Bexfol Corp and Mr. Ondy Maxis.

@bookytortoise You’re welcome. [Hair flip!]

@InevitableSun Wow. *Wow*. That showed me.

Goodness me, such language. 'Hit'. Very violent.

@detectivevostar Helias remains unfazed when the weapon is leveled on her. Seven hundred some years and she's learned to become detached when in imminent danger; at least, she's good at hiding it on the outside. "I'm more of a.. party-crasher. But yeah." Helias offers her hand. "Helias. You?"

@InevitableSun Gods—Vostar's heart nearly jumps out of her mouth. She drops the lockpick, whizzing around on her heel, blaster drawn... Taking in the sight of the one who startled her. Her finger's not on the trigger, starting to relax. "... Guess I wasn't the only one invited, huh?"

@detectivevostar -way inside, company arrived. And she hoped it was the good kind. Otherwise, she was completely fucked.

@detectivevostar "I was just gonna kick down the door, give 'em the element of surprise, but I guess your way is... conventional," Helias smiles insincerely; if anything, she's being judgmental. She had just arrived herself by fantastical means, but before the Time Lady could even attempt a -

I'm back, honey. Don't worry, I know you missed me.

I'll hit my target, but you missed yours by opening your fucking mouth.

You say I killed you — Haunt me, then.

I don't know what to say to you except that it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you.