11-06-2014, 10:13 AM
Panika looked around as she stepped foot into the general vicinity. She was alone, here in Ilia. What was she doing here, alone? Panika herself wasn't really sure. All she knew was that she was lost. She was lost and she was beginning to really miss Cinia. Her dearest sister. Inwardly dismayed, but outwardly mysterious, shrouding her body more tightly with her cloak, she noticed that there was some sort of festive mood setting. Looks like there was an occasion being celebrated. Now, Panika wasn't the most well-versed with Ilian culture but she did recognize this festival to be one commonly celebrated towards the end of the year. She had situated herself into the thick of things now, hoping that the merry-making would help to distract her from the general troubles she'd been having recently between all the chaos and her last job which she just pretended never actually happened. She still kept Lemegeton with her, naturally, and had tried to study it along the way, but to no avail. It didn't help that draped in her cloak and her generally roguish good looks she kind of stood out along with some of the other party-goers who were more social butterflies.
Panika herself had to politely dismiss herself away from any men who had offered to dance with her, saying "No thanks, ye fancy bastards~" in a joking, friendly tone and with a smile on her face, and instead she made it seem like she was just horribly drunk. Stretching, Panika wandered about aimlessly until she saw the sight of a seemingly sullen or embarrassed (one or the other, at least) guy drinking what appeared to be beer. "Geez, you look pretty sad. Or embarrassed. I can't tell with ya, pal. This ain't the time for that. Gotta try and get your mind off things, you know?" Panika said, now giving the man a closer look - regaled in black, reddish-brown hair... Yep.
"Take it easy, man." Panika simply said as encouragingly as she could.
Panika herself had to politely dismiss herself away from any men who had offered to dance with her, saying "No thanks, ye fancy bastards~" in a joking, friendly tone and with a smile on her face, and instead she made it seem like she was just horribly drunk. Stretching, Panika wandered about aimlessly until she saw the sight of a seemingly sullen or embarrassed (one or the other, at least) guy drinking what appeared to be beer. "Geez, you look pretty sad. Or embarrassed. I can't tell with ya, pal. This ain't the time for that. Gotta try and get your mind off things, you know?" Panika said, now giving the man a closer look - regaled in black, reddish-brown hair... Yep.
"Take it easy, man." Panika simply said as encouragingly as she could.