Marie Laveau was very satisfied. Finally, but painstakingly slowly turning around, she grinned at the younger girl, choosing to ignore the murderous look in her eyes. Seating herself back in her chair, Marie rested her elbow on her arm rest and leaned back to get comfortable. She had an idea she was going to be here for a long time. "Who are you?"
The girl hesitated. "My name is Arcane Everlight." She responded in a way that sounded as if Marie was interrogating her. Though, wasn't she? "That your real name?" The girl's eyes furrowed, not in annoyance but in confusion and doubt. Marie cocked her head, curiously. "I guess it is now. I don't remember the name I had before that one. Whoever I was before Arcane Everlight is dead now, anyways."
Arcane was interesting, if not demented, Marie decided. "Who is it that you work for?"
Arcane seemed to struggle with this internally, shifting awkwardly in her seat. Marie could tell she was grappling with determination and loyalty, and Marie herself was enjoying watching the struggle. "A classified organization." Arcane said finally, looking at Marie for confirmation that that was an acceptable answer.
The girl hesitated. "My name is Arcane Everlight." She responded in a way that sounded as if Marie was interrogating her. Though, wasn't she? "That your real name?" The girl's eyes furrowed, not in annoyance but in confusion and doubt. Marie cocked her head, curiously. "I guess it is now. I don't remember the name I had before that one. Whoever I was before Arcane Everlight is dead now, anyways."
Arcane was interesting, if not demented, Marie decided. "Who is it that you work for?"
Arcane seemed to struggle with this internally, shifting awkwardly in her seat. Marie could tell she was grappling with determination and loyalty, and Marie herself was enjoying watching the struggle. "A classified organization." Arcane said finally, looking at Marie for confirmation that that was an acceptable answer.