Syrenrei
Connoisseur of Romance
Katriane Claire Alexandrie- "Dreamless"
An Upscale Hotel Room Downtown
Katriane continued to both pleased and distressed with their complacency. They both trusted her so very much that she was inherently terrified that she would completely decimate that trust- not out of malice, mind you, but because that was simply her life. The world was full of heroes that were secretly tarnished yet she held none more accountable for their faults than herself. Normally she'd shy away from this small leap of leadership and ask or expect Katherine to take up such a role. Her sister was nowhere to be seen, however, and perhaps it was just as well. Her twin did not do well weaving between the shades of gray that Katriane now so deftly navigated using only her conscience as a guide. How would Katherine react to Two, an unclassified so clearly not completely in control of his abilities? How would she react to Luna, a villain who obviously operated with motivations and values at odds with her label?
They said the road to hell was paved with good intentions. With so many diverging paths, and so many with good intentions, who was walking straight into those gates and who was honestly and earnestly making the correct choice? With yet another sigh escaping her lips she resigned herself. As the unofficial and extremely reluctant leader of this apparent trio she had made her decision. There was no regret... just overwhelming tides of anxiety. With a wave of her hand, Mittens nudged off the lids to the room service orders and consumed the odorous food in several bites.
"Let's grab something on the way to eat then too." Shrugging off the last of her negative feelings (for now) she stood, ran her hand through her hair again in a nervous gesture, and headed for the door. One of the men might try to beat her to it in some sense of chivalry but she was the 'leader' of this sad little crew. She might as well get the perk of picking somewhere decent to eat before she found out her sister's sidekick ordered more sour-smelling seafood. Mittens tagged along behind, assuring that there was no way they would have a discreet presence. It couldn't be helped. She wouldn't abandon her companion in the middle of a city and Mittens wouldn't leave anyway. Katriane had never tried to force her will on anything more than insects and even then it was direction and insistence rather than force. Animals of intellect like Mittens had their own will and sentience; she couldn't make Mittens do anything. She knew Mittens wouldn't be persuaded to leave now and Katriane couldn't lie to her.
She'd give Two to grab anything he needed, and make sure Gaspard was following as well, before she'd head down to the ground floor. They had already seen the strange group come in the night prior and, given the early hour and the high price tag of the rooms, hotel management did not ask any questions. There were a few double-takes at Mittens but no one moved towards Katriane to ask her to remove the feline. At this point the antihero wasn't sure if it was fear of the predatory cat or pure corporate greed that kept them at bay. Either was fine. She strolled to the tiny overpriced cafe and looked at the stiff cashier.
"I'd like a black coffee, a blueberry muffin, orange cranberry scone, and whatever else the gentleman want to eat." Before there could be any objection who was paying, she withdrew a card from one of her pockets and handed it over to the nonplussed employee. He began to fetch her order from the small display window while he waited for Two and Gaspard to either place their own orders or try to argue with Katriane over etiquette. As long as he got paid, he didn't seem to care who was ordering, what was being ordered, or who was paying.
