[ Carmina shakes her head vigorously at the question, punctuating the action with an enthusiastic squawk. No, no more chases. She is done with chasing and killing. It is an immeasurable relief that Zarina doesn't seem to want revenge - that would be the sort of thing that would happen to Carmina, she thinks. She might even deserve it for once.
Also don't be impressed by the speed at which she scribbles out a second image, Zarina. It's practically cheating when she can shape the ink directly on a canvas now, and the peculiar device seems capable of sensing that ability and translating it digitally. The new image is a sort of self portrait. A rough sketch of her own head and shoulders, with her black eyes, with her elongated neck, but very purposefully clean of the ink stains and blood she's usually sporting. Feathers are laid out around her like a picture frame. Underneath, she's written her name: Carmina.
She points to herself, cawing softly. Then she points to Zarina, quirking her head to the side with a quiet "crr?". The Entity hadn't bothered to tell her the names of her prey. It might have, for other killers - Carmina didn't know - but perhaps It knew that if Carmina could view them as people, with names, with memories, with hearts and souls, she would resist harder. She could hold out against the anguish forever if she could stand in solidarity with her prey. So no, she couldn't know their names.
This is me, this is what I'm called. What about you? ]
you are so valid and dbd lore is malleable, no worries <3 (--> is fistfighting the devs every day)
Also don't be impressed by the speed at which she scribbles out a second image, Zarina. It's practically cheating when she can shape the ink directly on a canvas now, and the peculiar device seems capable of sensing that ability and translating it digitally. The new image is a sort of self portrait. A rough sketch of her own head and shoulders, with her black eyes, with her elongated neck, but very purposefully clean of the ink stains and blood she's usually sporting. Feathers are laid out around her like a picture frame. Underneath, she's written her name: Carmina.
She points to herself, cawing softly. Then she points to Zarina, quirking her head to the side with a quiet "crr?". The Entity hadn't bothered to tell her the names of her prey. It might have, for other killers - Carmina didn't know - but perhaps It knew that if Carmina could view them as people, with names, with memories, with hearts and souls, she would resist harder. She could hold out against the anguish forever if she could stand in solidarity with her prey. So no, she couldn't know their names.
This is me, this is what I'm called. What about you? ]