[A few more scars silvered on her skin, some more faded than others. Lines around her face, speaking of the subtle passage of time. She's not unrecognizable, still keeps herself in shape, doesn't look too vastly changed, but changes are there regardless. Around a decade, she thinks, although time here is strange. Ten months already here, living, surviving, growing in some respects, although Carolina knows that it can all vanish in one moment, and this place and all that she knows about it will poof away.
The words from Wash when she had first arrived had helped. It isn't like Wash is one to pull her leg, at least not usually. He, like herself, might have loosened up a little (sometimes), but there is a trust between them that comes from shared experiences, that comes from being two left standing once the dust had settled. So when Wash had taken her back to the spire he had been living in, Carolina had listened, as fantastical and out of place as it seemed. Time would prove to Maine the same, that what he would learn would be collaborated, if he stayed long enough.
No doubt he has many (unspoken) questions about this place, but no doubt about her own words as well. It opens a whole can of worms, although she's not ready to speak about what happens- it hasn't happened to him yet, and what Carolina wouldn't give to keep it from happening. One of many things in her long list.]
Freelancer doesn't exist anymore. It's been disbanded.
[Piece may still exist, tech, gear, weapons, armor, but they're slowly but surely being removed. Some, too little too late, and others have paid the price for it, but she'll make certain that she'll track down any lead, any hint or whisper, of anything related to what they were involved with.]
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The words from Wash when she had first arrived had helped. It isn't like Wash is one to pull her leg, at least not usually. He, like herself, might have loosened up a little (sometimes), but there is a trust between them that comes from shared experiences, that comes from being two left standing once the dust had settled. So when Wash had taken her back to the spire he had been living in, Carolina had listened, as fantastical and out of place as it seemed. Time would prove to Maine the same, that what he would learn would be collaborated, if he stayed long enough.
No doubt he has many (unspoken) questions about this place, but no doubt about her own words as well. It opens a whole can of worms, although she's not ready to speak about what happens- it hasn't happened to him yet, and what Carolina wouldn't give to keep it from happening. One of many things in her long list.]
Freelancer doesn't exist anymore. It's been disbanded.
[Piece may still exist, tech, gear, weapons, armor, but they're slowly but surely being removed. Some, too little too late, and others have paid the price for it, but she'll make certain that she'll track down any lead, any hint or whisper, of anything related to what they were involved with.]