Lemoncakes
Poison Girl
Standing in the remains of the city Eldkatla looked at the destruction around her. The world had fallen quiet and the fighting had stopped which could only mean one thing: someone had won and considering the general lack of fire and death it didn't seem to be Thanos. That was unexpected. Still, despite this she felt mostly apathetic about the outcome. She looked at the bodies of the aliens with a disgust she could not be so open with before but aside from that her thoughts quickly turned to the future. First she needed to assure herself Thanos was truly incapacitated, then she could decide on what next, on whether she should search for a route back to her father or make some use of being caught in this realm.
Luckily there was nothing Eldkatla did better than adapt to survive. The area was dead for now but the inhabitants would soon begin to present themselves again so she needed to be quick. Walking a little way down the street she saw the front had been ripped off of some store that appeared to sell clothes. Stepping inside she quickly stripped out of the ornate armour and leathers she wore and swapped it for simple dark clothes instead. With a wave of her hand her own clothes vanished and, pulling up the hood of her newly acquired jacket, Eldkatla stepped back out into the street and walked with her head down in search for news.
Luckily there was nothing Eldkatla did better than adapt to survive. The area was dead for now but the inhabitants would soon begin to present themselves again so she needed to be quick. Walking a little way down the street she saw the front had been ripped off of some store that appeared to sell clothes. Stepping inside she quickly stripped out of the ornate armour and leathers she wore and swapped it for simple dark clothes instead. With a wave of her hand her own clothes vanished and, pulling up the hood of her newly acquired jacket, Eldkatla stepped back out into the street and walked with her head down in search for news.