It's Not the End of the World and I Don't Feel Fine [Solo]

Directionless. That’s what she was. It had been a while since she’d felt that way.

Astrid was on the edge of a building - quite literally - letting her arms and head hang off the edge as she stared up at the sky. Her legs were splayed out in front of her and her wings were carefully tucked underneath her body. No, it was not a comfortable position, but it felt right.

Ragnarok had been her thing for so long. It had been her purpose, her home, and now it was just gone. What was the most surprising thing was that it hadn't gone out with a bang like she'd always imagined the worst case scenario to go down. Instead, it had been a slow fizzle. It happened so slowly that no one even seemed to notice.

The teen let out an exasperated groan and blinked her large black eyes. It was dark outside, but there was still too much light in New York City. There was nowhere good for her to brood. 

All of her belongings were to the left of her in a little pile. When she'd been kicked out of the Ragnarok housing (there was no reason to keep tenants for a dead group), she'd had no idea where to go, so she just flew around for a few hours. Eventually, she landed on that rooftop.

She didn't even have any real desire to commit a crime, which was very strange. It just... felt sort of useless if she wasn't doing it for anything. Maybe she had been ruined by the experience of having someone behind her for too long. 

So, she had nowhere to live and no drive to do anything. She was a girl lost to the world, waiting for some kind of sign to find her and give her some direction.

Just when she had been about to stand up and give up entirely, something flew by her hand; a paper of some sort. She caught it, crinkling it between her thin fingers. The Honeycomb Cooperative. Astrid was mostly illiterate, but she could sound out many of the words. Most of them meant nothing to her, but there were a few that she could understand. It looked to be a living situation... for a stupidly low rent fee each month. The only catch? She had to live with other people.

Astrid sat up and frowned. She had nowhere to go that night. There was always the option of going back to hotel jumping, but that had been a stressful time, and she missed having somewhere to park her cello each night. Sure, the cooper-whatever seemed like a stupid idea, but it didn't have to be forever. Maybe just for a little while.

The teen sighed and looked at the paper in her hand one more time before sticking it under her heel. She reached behind her and plucked a freshly changed crystal from one of the shorter rows and then held it out behind her. If she was going to move on, then she was going to move on.

Astrid made a quick cutting motion and sighed as a weight fell off of her head. A tangled mass of black locks floated down to the street below the building, quickly followed by the crystal that had severed them.

She stood up, suddenly lighter, and gathered her belongings. Her wings shifted, and she shook herself out. With a new willingness to go on, she took off in the direction of her future home.