And then, as another thought occurred to her, she spun towards the girl in question. "You got enough water on you?"
Once the voices died down, Odette was finally able to register the question. She reached around to grab at her backpack, her frown deepending. "Honestly, I think I only have my main and a spare. Hopefully that'll be enough."
"I think we all are to some degree," she said with a dry chuckle. "It's almost over now, and then we'll go have a giant karaoke night at the Dragon's Maw. Something tells me Xavian won't let us leave without hosting some kind of massive victory celebration, anyway."
The thought of a massive karaoke night did bring a bit of a smile to her face. That would be an adequate way to celebrate eviscerating a fake hoopa, wouldn't it?
"Perhaps not. That does sound like a good time. And I do owe you a karaoke session, so that's even more of a reason why you need to make it back."
Her expression suddenly became a little more wistful as she took another look toward the horizon. "Though, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't feeling a little homesick. At this point, I'd give my fingernails for a hug from Clovis and a kiss from Guzma."
Gods, she wasn't going to let them go for a while when she got back, and they were just going to have to deal with it.
"This is not a paradise." Darkrai said, his tone dense with bitterness. He fixed his gaze on Odile, gaze both stern and pained. "Do you not see? This is decay. An abomination, a distortion. It was not designed this way, created this way."
Odile had been silently listening to the rest of Odette and Kimiko's conversation when Darkrai had decided to regard her. Little eavesdropper, apparently. Why'd he sound so bitter? She was just making a passive observation.
"̴I̵ ̴m̸e̷a̵n̶,̸ ̵i̶t̵ ̸l̴o̷o̸k̶s̸ ̶l̵i̴k̷e̵ ̵t̸h̴e̷ ̵p̵l̵a̵c̶e̸ ̵I̷ ̶w̸a̷s̴ ̷b̸o̵r̵n̸,̵ ̴a̵n̶d̵ ̸I̶ ̸h̸a̶d̴ ̵a̶ ̴g̶o̷o̵d̷ ̶f̶u̷c̴k̵i̸n̷g̸ ̴t̶i̴m̶e̶ ̷t̸h̵e̶r̵e̶,̴"̸ she said cooly, regarding him with a flat expression. The more he spoke, the more she looked around. She supposed from a mortal standpoint, or a less
barbaric mythic or legendary, this was scary. She, however, was simply feeling quite nostalgic.
However, she could practically feel Odette and Enora's glares digging holes into her skin. Starting an argument with this dude probably wasn't the
smartest thing to do in this situation, as much as she wanted to tell him to take a Xanax and calm the fuck down. Would Xanax even do anything to the King of Nightmares? That sounded like an interesting experiment to propose.
But, instead of saying anything else crass, she raised her hands defensively. No use in wasting energy on arguing on one's view of "paradise" when she needed to conserve it to bite Orzo's head off his body and wear his entrails.
"̴O̷k̴a̸y̸,̴ ̸y̵o̷u̵ ̷g̸o̵t̸ ̷i̶t̴,̵"̵ ̷she said in a breath.
"̸I̶t̸ ̸i̴s̵ ̵d̸e̷c̴a̶y̵.̴ ̶I̴t̸ ̶i̷s̴ ̶b̵a̴d̵.̴ ̶T̴h̷a̸t̴ ̸i̸s̷ ̴c̶o̶r̷r̴e̵c̷t̶.̷"̵
Darkrai reached down and picked up a chunk of broken pavement stone. It crumbled in his grasp. “You cannot hear it, but the land is weeping. It cries out for help even as it besieges us with taunts... This is not how it should be."
Odile observed Darkrai's little exhibition on the decay, digging her fangs into her tongue as he continued to speak.
Be good, no fights yet.
"̸Y̷e̷a̷h̵,̷ ̴i̶t̶'̵s̴ ̸p̶i̷s̴s̸e̶d̶ ̸o̷f̶f̶ ̵i̵t̷ ̸h̴a̶s̶ ̴a̷n̴ ̸a̷s̷s̸f̸a̴c̴e̸ ̴l̵i̴k̵e̵ ̸O̶r̷z̷o̶ ̴l̴o̶o̶k̴i̷n̷g̴ ̸o̴v̶e̵r̶ ̵i̶t̸.̸ ̵I̶ ̸c̸a̸n̴ ̸t̶a̷s̵t̷e̸ ̸t̵h̵a̷t̶ ̶m̸u̵c̵h̶.̶"̶
Maybe that's why she felt so at home at the moment. The Wrath in the air was top-of-the-line.
Nonetheless, she started snapping, as if she'd just listened to a beatnik pour their heart out to her.
"̸B̵u̶t̴,̵ ̸t̶h̶a̷t̶'̸s̶ ̷s̶o̸m̴e̴ ̶d̴e̵e̵p̷ ̵s̵t̶u̶f̶f̶,̵ ̵m̵a̵n̸.̸ ̶W̷e̷ ̸c̵a̶n̴ ̶t̵a̴l̴k̵ ̴a̷b̸o̴u̵t̸ ̸i̶t̸ ̷a̶ ̴l̸i̷t̴t̵l̶e̷ ̴m̷o̷r̶e̶ ̸i̶f̸ ̷y̵o̵u̷ ̷w̸a̵n̵t̶.̶"̷
