Private A Different Story

Of all days.

Trinity just wanted some fruit soda from that specific vending machine in town before staying home for a solid week. She didn't expect the streets to be packed with people, watching some kind of concert or something. Normally, she would just skip the crowds and go home, but this detour shouldn't take too long. It would just be less than 10 minutes of getting past strangers, then she'd be done.

Pushing people aside without hurting them was proving to be. Sm all seemed enraptured by the figure on the stage and were loath to make any sort of distance from him.

Why are music fans like this?

"Excuse me... Just passing through, please..."

She managed to get into an area with less people, vending machine just in sight. She could hear the person on stage from here, now that there were less bodies to absorb the noise.

Stefan

Trinity hastily punched in her orders just as the illusions started rolling in. Clink, clink. She got the drinks just as the vending machine faded into images of a faraway land.

Wait a minute... this is Folkvangr.

Trinity turned towards the stage. There were images of Valkyries performing heroic acts. The aftermath of a battle, with the Valkyries sending the valorous to Valhalla. All the stories of the beings that ruined her life a few years ago.

Trinity was not pleased.

She started forcing her way to the front of the stage, not bothering to be polite about it anymore. The soda bottles clinked aggressively as she shoved people aside. Fortunately, everyone was too busy being entranced by the song and seiðr to be upset.

Trinity finally got to the middle of the crowd when the song ended. Everyone started clapping and cheering around her. She finally snapped. One of the bottles in her hand exploded into shards, showering bystanders in bits of glass and droplets of strawberry yogurt soda. She could barely feel the glass shards in her hand as she yelled towards the stage, not caring if the singer heard her over the applause.

"Are you serious?!"

Breathe. Breathe. Don't lose it out here. Too many people.

Trinity could already feel her pulse quickening and the blood surging in her head as the singer approached. Something about his eyes should have tipped her off, but at the moment, she was too enraged to pick up on who he was. Her last bottle of fruit soda shook as she spoke. She still did not look as though she felt anything from her hand, which was slowly dripping with pink and red.

With any luck, she could maybe hold back for an entire conversation.

"Do you know what kinds of stories you're telling? What kinds of beings you're praising?" Trinity took a deep breath. "Do you have no idea what they've done to people?!"

People around her were also simply trying to leave. It seemed that the concert was starting to break up. Somehow, the lack of people and the fact that the singer seemed genuinely concerned kept her from completely losing it. She sighed and released just a little of the tension building in her shoulders.

"All right. I'll hear you talk."

Trinity immediately walked over to where the singer left all his things. As her rage started to settle, she could feel her senses coming back. Trinity could feel the cold of the night and the sting in her hand again. As she stood there, she hastily wiped off the blood off the inside of her coat, knowing that it would heal up soon.