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Sarcond caught Chanterelle highly off-guard. She was honestly beginning to acclimate to the idea of sweeping through this place wherever she wanted, scattering the masses like a herd of startled livestock. They gave her space, which was something the Coronation had above Tartarus, but then there...

The stress was through the roof. As Chanterelle stared out the window at that ginormous title - CORONATION - she began to fully digest just how large this event was. She was well enough prepared. Silas had already given her the rundown multiple times on her cover identity, and she knew exactly...

The Harpy was... a bit small. Chanterelle figured it looked a bit bigger when it was in the shop, and briefly wondered if there was some sort of trickery at play when they'd taken the tour, cause all of a sudden, it did not feel nearly as spacious as it once did. Perhaps it had just sunk in...

It wasn't clear if Eska's joke landed with Chante. It wasn't clear if any joke ever landed with Chante, as all of it is only met with silence and a stare, Eska being no exception. As the teen starts moving along though, Chanterelle takes it upon herself to approach the door to the cargo hold...

The sass coming from her "team member", though not unexpected, was still irksome. Chanterelle had to process that Eska just said what she thought she did - that she genuinely believed that the bio-suit was unnecessary - before reminding herself that she hadn't exactly been handing out posters...

Chanterelle was never much of a talker, and that never made itself more evident than at that moment, Kestrel solely handling the transaction. She didn't make a single peep. It wasn't very long into the conversation, however, when she started getting that feeling again. Like an itch in the back...

The thick black fumes wafting about, Chanterelle didn't care for. Not that she really did care for a lot, but at the very least, the pollution was one of the few things she wasn't neutral about. On Tartarus it was a bit more common, but this place was downright choked with it. Her mind was cast...

Chanterelle wasn't the happiest camper in the world. She was no stranger to tight spaces, but on the other hand, tight spaces with people shoulder-to-shoulder wasn't her favourite place in the galaxy. She oozed discomfort as she packed in with the rest of the sardines in the room, but it only...

Hanako's efforts to make Silas uncomfortable were coming across loud and clear... and effective, too. Chanterelle watched the two interact with some amount of interest - she'd never seen a relationship quite like this before. She noted that every spare moment Hanako had, she was touching Silas...

Chanterelle only crossed her arms and watched as her guests chowed down, taking in their responses. She assumed Silas was a fan simply by the unhealthy pace at which he was shoveling it in. Though it was small and overshadowed by the annoyance of two new people, she did feel a little twinge of...

Despite asking them in, Chanterelle was hoping to herself that the two would politely decline the offer... but she supposed she shouldn't have been surprised. As Silas and Hanako entered in, Chanterelle felt a firm hand against her armor, Stratton just by her side. For a brief moment, she saw...

In contrast to Hanako's rapid attempts to please the social tension, Chanterelle remained her unwavering, careless self. After Stratton introduced her and her cooking (To which she was thankful for him), she shook Hanako's hand as well, followed by a couple of seconds of silence that represented...

Chanterelle generally had to think a bit before responding to anything, but this dragged out for just a little too long. This was one of those things she really wasn't sure how much she wanted people knowing about. Her departure into space was definitely a complex situation - she was admittedly...

"He isn't," Chanterelle's answer was simple as she placed a pot atop a burner, stirring the contents with an almost mechanical rhythm. "He wasn't spry when he found me. Got me the suit when he realized I was gonna be... alone, I guess." A few more seconds of her silence was broken by the...

Chanterelle was silent for a few moments more, almost as if choosing her words with care while she sprinkled some spices across her work. Stratton was a tough character not to like - she didn't like jumping to judgment, but she admittedly expected a little less kindness from her roommate...

As Stratton told Adira's tale, Chanterelle decided to busy herself, although she still listened closely. It was like second nature to her as she swiped through ingredients of interest, glancing over them before placing them on the countertop. Her intention wasn't to look particularly bored of...

The tenderness Chante sensed in Stratton's tone was a complete surprise. She couldn't help that she made so many assumptions about him - after all, she'd spent the last few hours face-to-face with a rotating cast of cold and calculating officers. In honesty, she expected no different from him...

"It's complex." Chanterelle's speech was blunt yet vague, and though it wasn't anything to fuss about, she did hesitate a moment or two before shaking Stratton's hand. While she was pleased that he seemed to not take issue with her existence, she was miles away from trust. The alloys of her suit...

Had Chante's armor not already been weighing her down, she would have felt light as a feather from finally escaping that wretched Tartarus. With quite some glee, she stared out as the entire planet was eventually crowded out by the brilliant inky sky. Having grown up as nothing other than an...

The plan was simple. Stay down, stay quiet, and don't stand out. It was a shame Chanterelle could only do one of those three things. A suit like hers always gathered interest wherever she went - as if the stick-up in the alley wasn't evidence enough of that. She was getting tired of the...