@redshcdes | Got caught in the web.
ᚐᚚᚌ ⊰ Vriska had been missing for years after the end of Sburb- and the death of Lord English.
She’d lost track. It’d been at least a sweep of wandering paradox space- drifting between the remnants of Sburb- trying to find that damn door. She wouldn’t have been surprised if whoever was left had forgotten about her- written her off as dead on impact, when she’d unleashed the Treasure on Lord English.
But then she’d found it. The door. Her gateway to Earth-C; and out of this nightmare once and for all. She’d finally left Sburb.
—- - And conveniently- she found herself entering a small coffee shop on the other side of the door. She takes a moment to pause and think about just how utterly cliche this is- but quickly sets it aside.
She could use a refreshment right now anyway. Utterly exhausted, she plops down at a table- to wait for someone to come take her order; that is, until she has a glance around the room and picks out a familiar set of horns- stretching out above a pair of blood red shades.
—- - No fucking way.
Not here. not yet. Please-