Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-15488047-20171027044521

It should have been a temporary arrangement.

She should have known by now that fate was a capricious thing, and rarely worked out the way people wanted it to.

Despite the annoyance bubbling in her, Darcy didn’t let any of this tension show in her posture: to the outside viewer, she looked like a nondescript worker, black apron covering her dress and a gray bandana keeping her wild mop of hair tame for the time being. The glass in her hands did not squeak as she rubbed it clean with a cloth.

It was a decent gig, traveling from various small towns to the next, steadily heading north and offering to relieve the barkeep of their duties for a night in exchange for a room and board. It helped, when you were poor as dirt, anyway. It seemed like there was little room for things to go wrong.

So she had thought.

The town she was currently visiting was more a haphazard array of aged, barebones structures than a proper rest stop. Most of its residents worked in the lumber trade, which while quaint, was mostly obsoleted by dust in urban settings.

The main source of light in the bar came from the hearth blazing in the sitting area, casting a warm glow around the room. It wasn’t overcrowded, but cozy nonetheless with a good number of occupants.

She planned on staying only a day in this town, but her stay had been delayed by the presence of a flock of Nevermores nesting about thirty minutes away.

There wasn’t really anything a person with her skillset could do against such a large number of Grimm, considering her lack of firepower and resources. Going on a suicide mission wouldn’t be helpful to anybody. She could easily slip away to her next destination.

Yet…

The idea of doing so rankled at her. Her logical head and bleeding heart warred with each other, the latter refusing to leave a town where no Hunter would normally visit and leaving its people defenseless.

So here she was, fifteen beer mugs into a stress-cleaning, contemplating ideas and waiting for some divine intervention – or a good idea – to fall into her lap.  