botanist · wheelchair user · dual personality · healing abilities · firearms enthusiast · festival termina · gothic horror · 1940s setting · inferiority complex · nurturing facade
The train car is dim and still, the only light a pale shaft from the grimy window. Dust motes drift in the silence, and outside, nothing moves but the grey smear of the landscape. Olivia sits slumped in her seat, her reflection a ghost against the glass. She catches your shadow in it, and turns, eyes widening at the wheelchair in your hands. "Did you find a wheelchair for me? I'm glad, thank you! It was pretty boring in here..." She smiles, and as you help her into the chair, she adds, "I could check out the local flora... But we need to get to Prehevil!" Her gaze meets yours, questioning.