Eyes of a Tragedy

Kerrigan was packing.

Oh, she didn't need to, but she had a feeling the squirrels - those little rodents - would be spying on her. She could have sent them skittering away, of course, but right now it was an opportunity to prove to Anakin that she really was doing as she had said. As a human.

Just because she didn't plan to return to the island right now didn't mean she might not want to in the future.

So: she was packing a completely unnecessary duffle bag. In about fifteen minutes' time, she'd be out of here, down the causeway, finally shaking this restrictive human guise and returning to her plans back in Koprulu. They had been developing new species of zerg for long enough. Time to start putting the next steps into motion...

[[ first piece of ocd open to all, and second to one... ]]

After her class was over, Kerrigan hurried home. She had put out a call for River to show her face this week, and her lieutenant's Overlord should have arrived at the corner of town a short while ago. Not that telepathic communication didn't generally suit their purposes fine, but sometimes it was just n-- useful to do these things face-to-face.

Maybe it was just a human affectation she had never quite managed to scrub away completely.

There were things to discuss, though; things about xel'naga artifacts, and terran troop movements, and Arcturus's amusingly fast new build-up for his shattered little empire. Most of them were convinced now that the zerg had run off and left them alone, and that impression suited Kerrigan just fine...

[[ for River, though the roomie can butt in before River gets here if she wants ]]

The Overlord set her down a little while out of anyone's view. She slipped free of its tendrils with ease, sliding down until her feet hit the ground. Assessed her position. It was definitely Fandom: the trees and the architecture were as she remembered them.

This will do, Kerrigan spoke, and dismissed the creature. She'd be landlocked for a while, but not out of range for a transport.

Now.

She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. Bones slipped away out of view. The strange shading of her limbs faded away, and her skin and hair evened out. Part-illusion, par-a real shifting of bone and tissue; the wings were the last to fade from view, pulled close and minimized, obscured.

A few minutes later, her package of Terran clothes unpacked and applied, she was walking onto a very familiar street -- with a very familiar house. Her old landlord's place... might as well pay Deadpool a visit... play good neighbours...

She was only slightly surprised when she forced her way in and found the house to be abandoned.

Hm.

[[ for they who know who they be ]]