Find someone who's got the same amount of crazy as you, Cayde had always told her. She'd thought that someone had been Cayde himself for a time but clearly, that had not gone as planned.
Petra scoffed into her drink before downing the remaining half-glass in a single gulp. 'Crazy' hardly describes you, Venj. A Hunter had told her that, not long ago. Her lips curled back in distaste towards the dark driblets of her drink still left in the cup. The Spider had been more than happy to move his crew into this old tavern after the aforementioned Hunter had cleared it of any less-than-desirable occupants. The new owner of said tavern had decided to keep the arena that the rival Fallen on the Shore had been running, evident with the bloodied and bruised combatants who stumbled through the doors every so often. She slammed her glass down on the table.
"Soviks!" she hollered. The vandal behind the counter glanced up.
"More of that whatever-it-is-you-call-it," she said. "Don't want any memory of today after this," she mumbled as Soviks filled her glass.
"Wrath drink too much, yes?" the vandal said as he placed the pitcher on the counter, wiping up any drops that sloshed over the rim with a rag he'd suddenly procured. She simply grunted and downed another half of her glass, pointedly ignoring his remark. Soviks clicked his tongue in annoyance before moving further down the counter to fill another patron's glass. Petra swirled her dark drink as she waited for him to return. Even she had to admit, alcohol always tasted better amidst conversation. At least, she hoped it was alcohol.
"Any news of our friend?" she asked when Soviks finally came back to her. He shook his head as he began polishing a glass with his primary arms, resting his other two on the counter before her.
"Soviks has heard nothing, when Little Spider went for Pirrha," he replied. Little Spider. That was what the Spider's men called Nikolai, the taciturn Hunter who had made a name for himself as one of the Shore's deadliest occupants. He'd staked one of the back rooms in the tavern as his territory and a sort of "base of operations" for the two of them. Any and all residents knew well enough to steer clear of that room, if the knife embedded in the door was any indication. Nikolai had been on a bit of a murder spree as of late, hunting down the Scorned Barons and leaving their bodies as either unidentifiable masses of flesh or simply leaving nothing at all. She remembered working with him before, years ago when Mara still reigned and when Skolas had been her biggest concern. He'd changed, and Petra wasn't sure how she felt about it.
Pirrha. Nikolai had gone after the Rifleman about a week ago, and things have been radio silent for him ever since. That made her uncomfortable; normally he checked in regularly with her while away, just to remind her that he was still alive. Whether he did such a thing out of compassion or simple practicality, she would never know.
Someone who's got the same amount of crazy. She'd sooner become a Hive god than find someone like that. She took a sip of her drink as she slipped into contemplation. Where could he have gone, and why would he suddenly be silent? He'd tell her if he needed to go dark for a mission, right? The old Nikolai would have, but...this wasn't the old Nikolai.
"She worries about Little Spider, yes?" Soviks said, placing the glass behind him atop a shelf. Petra sighed and placed her chin in the palm of her hand, tracing the rim of her cup lazily with a pale finger.
"Unfortunately." Really, she shouldn't be worrying over her companion. He'd proven himself to be more than capable on multiple occasions. She glanced over at the vandal. "You don't know when he'll be back?"
Soviks chattered quietly in response, rubbing his neck with clawed fingers. "Perhaps soon, Wrath."
Petra grunted. "Soon" could be anywhere between a few hours to a few weeks. She glanced at the half-full glass beneath her hand, then raised it to her lips and took a deep swallow. Worrying over him and his damned quest for vengeance wouldn't do her any good, now. Besides, she didn't know when she'd have another night to herself.
