[Saya doesn't bother to lull her high temper as she stalks through a long corridor, the sterile decor mocking her with silence. Wherever she is, it's as much a prison as the lush halls of the household where Saya has been kept for months, eating from her keepers' hands, Diva and her Chevaliers yanking her about like a mutt gone off its training. She had longed for freedom often enough to be disgusted by this twisted version of it: no answer to her calls and still, still no memory of herself before her recent sleep.]
[It's late, likely days and days since she fed. Not too late, however. Whoever she finds will get at least a chance. Saya should be grateful for that -- she struggles to decide, all the sicker for it. Has Karl plied her into the beast he claims her to be?]
[Saya approaches a heavy wooden door and raps it, but her irritation waits for no answer. She twists the knob nearly off and pushes through, red eyes flaring, not much thought for what she might find. It could be no worse than where she's been.]
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Saya Otonashi | Blood + | Poly memories (canon memories subconsciously)
Date: 2021-10-05 07:40 pm (UTC)[It's late, likely days and days since she fed. Not too late, however. Whoever she finds will get at least a chance. Saya should be grateful for that -- she struggles to decide, all the sicker for it. Has Karl plied her into the beast he claims her to be?]
[Saya approaches a heavy wooden door and raps it, but her irritation waits for no answer. She twists the knob nearly off and pushes through, red eyes flaring, not much thought for what she might find. It could be no worse than where she's been.]