[Havoc is there... though, but for the bright red color of her hair, she might not have even be noticed at all. She is not a... dramatic presence. Petite by nature and malnourished by nurture, she has almost always taken on an unassuming position, neither at the very front nor the very back of a crowd, neither too excited nor too apprehensive, neither dressed up nor down (though someone with a keen eye would notice that her modest clothing, covered throat to ankle, is actually an expensive fabric despite its plainness).
It's almost like she just... happens to be existing in that space for the moment.
For anyone who saw her in battle against the Sanctifier, cold and aglow with radiation, deadly in her precision and hyperfocused in her intent, doing something to the beast over and over that made it writhe and roar and spill more blood, leaving behind only a faint shimmer in the air and the acrid hint of ozone... It might seem a bit strange, that she just... looks so weak, now. For two days after the battle she had not been seen in the Citadel, and now she does seem... a bit ill, still, a bit wane, but it's hard to guess the cause.
Some snooping had revealed that she might be the only Innocent-aligned Kenoma left- or at least, the only one in this grand throne room. Even without the fact that they were supposedly here to watch the execution of an Innocence entity, her sense of survival did not appreciate this development. It was rarely advantageous to be the only one of something in times like this.
That doesn't share on her face. She just watches. She focuses on keeping up an appearance of a woman who took this sort of thing seriously, somber and respectful. Mirroring the Regent, she ends up with a glass of wine in her hand, but... she isn't really drinking it.
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It's almost like she just... happens to be existing in that space for the moment.
For anyone who saw her in battle against the Sanctifier, cold and aglow with radiation, deadly in her precision and hyperfocused in her intent, doing something to the beast over and over that made it writhe and roar and spill more blood, leaving behind only a faint shimmer in the air and the acrid hint of ozone... It might seem a bit strange, that she just... looks so weak, now. For two days after the battle she had not been seen in the Citadel, and now she does seem... a bit ill, still, a bit wane, but it's hard to guess the cause.
Some snooping had revealed that she might be the only Innocent-aligned Kenoma left- or at least, the only one in this grand throne room. Even without the fact that they were supposedly here to watch the execution of an Innocence entity, her sense of survival did not appreciate this development. It was rarely advantageous to be the only one of something in times like this.
That doesn't share on her face. She just watches. She focuses on keeping up an appearance of a woman who took this sort of thing seriously, somber and respectful. Mirroring the Regent, she ends up with a glass of wine in her hand, but... she isn't really drinking it.
But she is there.]