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terrible fates - open - riftweaver - 03-26-2021
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RIFTWEAVER
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Riftweaver's social life seemed to follow a particular pattern, one of give and take. There were times when being around people seemed easy, when it seemed he was constantly flitting around the territory from conversation to conversation. These were the times he enjoyed the most, and ones he looked forward to in the mornings. They felt brighter, more hopeful.
However, it only ever took one social mistake for his embarrassment to send him running to his hut to wait out the judgement. Call it social anxiety, or the result of being commonly viewed as the village idiot, a label he hadn't done well in preventing, but whatever you call it, the thought of that judgement that came with mistakes often left his breath stuttering in his throat, his heart seeming to beat too fast yet not at all. The looks others gave him made his ears burn, his pelt itch. As if a big, black hole could swallow him up and it would be a more enjoyable scenario.
Today was one of the good days. He felt he could stand to be around people, and he vowed to watch his every move as he did so. Perhaps if he tried hard enough, paid enough attention, he could prevent another bout of retreat. You see, it was awfully boring when he retreated. Rift would spend those days largely in silence, taking back pathways to avoid other Typhoon members. It was horribly lonely, but a whole lot better than facing the criticism of others, the reality that he would never match up with his other half, never be as respected.
These thoughts did not plague him now, however, as he exited his hut. The sun was warm today, perhaps a placebo as a result of his excellent spirits. A smile was etched across his maw, his leafy mane just barely moving in the slight breeze. The leaves rustled pleasantly, his mismatched gaze closing part way as he stretched the sleep from his muscles. A yawn forced his jaws apart. Rift straightened once more, giving his mane a good shake. Now awake, and in a pleasant mood, the male began looking about, trying to get a grip on the activity happening within the Typhoon. Things around here tended to change suddenly after being the same for so long, a skill rarely talked about.
Riftweaver's social life seemed to follow a particular pattern, one of give and take. There were times when being around people seemed easy, when it seemed he was constantly flitting around the territory from conversation to conversation. These were the times he enjoyed the most, and ones he looked forward to in the mornings. They felt brighter, more hopeful.
However, it only ever took one social mistake for his embarrassment to send him running to his hut to wait out the judgement. Call it social anxiety, or the result of being commonly viewed as the village idiot, a label he hadn't done well in preventing, but whatever you call it, the thought of that judgement that came with mistakes often left his breath stuttering in his throat, his heart seeming to beat too fast yet not at all. The looks others gave him made his ears burn, his pelt itch. As if a big, black hole could swallow him up and it would be a more enjoyable scenario.
Today was one of the good days. He felt he could stand to be around people, and he vowed to watch his every move as he did so. Perhaps if he tried hard enough, paid enough attention, he could prevent another bout of retreat. You see, it was awfully boring when he retreated. Rift would spend those days largely in silence, taking back pathways to avoid other Typhoon members. It was horribly lonely, but a whole lot better than facing the criticism of others, the reality that he would never match up with his other half, never be as respected.
These thoughts did not plague him now, however, as he exited his hut. The sun was warm today, perhaps a placebo as a result of his excellent spirits. A smile was etched across his maw, his leafy mane just barely moving in the slight breeze. The leaves rustled pleasantly, his mismatched gaze closing part way as he stretched the sleep from his muscles. A yawn forced his jaws apart. Rift straightened once more, giving his mane a good shake. Now awake, and in a pleasant mood, the male began looking about, trying to get a grip on the activity happening within the Typhoon. Things around here tended to change suddenly after being the same for so long, a skill rarely talked about.
Re: terrible fates - open - Keona. - 03-26-2021
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Distinctly antisocial. Introverted. The tiny wildcat made for an interesting dealer. But work meant a great deal to her. Keeping her paws busy. Doing something good for the crew. That's all she wanted. To do good by her crew.
There was rarely a direct drive to be social. It was simply checking in. Keeping up to date. Knowing how everyone was doing. Local news. Local gossip too, though she cared less for that. But she was diligent... Or perhaps hyper-active. Prone to throw herself into work, just to be moving about.
A listener more than a speaker, the truth of her work actually didn't drain her as much as it could. So long no one forced her to be the center of conversation. There were off days of course. When Keona longed to stay in the Sky Parlor. Reading a book.
But today the petite dealer was her usual self. Quietly padding through the camp. Had a routine starting with the bay. Where her perked ears caught a yawn. Inhaling softly and turning her head towards Riftweaver. Pale hues light. Simply curious. "Aloha," she offered, dipping her head. "How're you, Riftweaver?"
[/td][/tr][/table]There was rarely a direct drive to be social. It was simply checking in. Keeping up to date. Knowing how everyone was doing. Local news. Local gossip too, though she cared less for that. But she was diligent... Or perhaps hyper-active. Prone to throw herself into work, just to be moving about.
A listener more than a speaker, the truth of her work actually didn't drain her as much as it could. So long no one forced her to be the center of conversation. There were off days of course. When Keona longed to stay in the Sky Parlor. Reading a book.
But today the petite dealer was her usual self. Quietly padding through the camp. Had a routine starting with the bay. Where her perked ears caught a yawn. Inhaling softly and turning her head towards Riftweaver. Pale hues light. Simply curious. "Aloha," she offered, dipping her head. "How're you, Riftweaver?"
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Re: terrible fates - open - VAYNE CIPHER-VANTAS. - 03-27-2021
[glow=white,1,400]LIKE WE FORGET WHO WE CAN TRUST ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Introversion wasn't something Vayne could relate to, but this wasn't really a big surprise, was it? The young Cipher always was upbeat and ready to cheer up her crewmates on their bad days, seemingly unaffected by life herself. It was easier to be more outgoing without Aphra around though, if Vayne was honest. She was the one there for others and she wanted to be there for her crewmates, she didn't want to see anyone down or stressed out.
The Typhoon's weather was usually sunny and Vayne enjoyed being on the beach during the warmer weather. Not that she had much experience with the cold, but still, it was better to be warm than freezing, wasn't it? "Hey Rift!" The newly promoted Privateer chirped as she came running up to stand next to Keona, a soft smile on her face.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
The Typhoon's weather was usually sunny and Vayne enjoyed being on the beach during the warmer weather. Not that she had much experience with the cold, but still, it was better to be warm than freezing, wasn't it? "Hey Rift!" The newly promoted Privateer chirped as she came running up to stand next to Keona, a soft smile on her face.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
Re: terrible fates - open - roan ; - 03-29-2021
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｢ NOW THESE DAYS ARE GONE, I'M NOT SO SELF ASSURED ｣
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Riftweaver. Roan honestly never thought much about his cousin, particularly following the other's past actions. The soothsayer rarely had patience for anyone, let alone those he viewed as idiots. However, he often kept this information to himself, unless someone pressed. Such as when Inferno ended up asking for poison at his sage tryouts. He had made no efforts to hide his disdain for her idiocy, his voice sharp and to the point, perhaps a little too much so. He had never said anything directly to Rift, though. That was more his mama's department, and he rarely went looking for interactions with others. As a result, he had hardly noticed Riftweaver's retreat from social activities, figuring the other had just... left. It certainly wouldn't have been the first time someone had disappeared, and the medic had honestly become desensitized to it at this point, as with many other things. His own mentor had ended up disappearing without a trace, and after something like that when he was just an apprentice... it didn't affect him so much, anymore. Although, he was sure the same couldn't be said of others.
That didn't seem to be the case this time, however. The siamese had been striding along, paws pressing lightly against the ground as he headed towards the tavern, when he heard voices nearby. Familiar ones. Keona, Vayne... and Riftweaver? He hadn't heard the other's voice, but the scent was still familiar. Figuring he might as well head over – if only to check and see that the other was alive – Roan corrected his course, heading over to where the others were gathered. As he looked Rift over, he found himself muttering a bit bluntly, "Oh, you're back." His tone wasn't hateful, or aggressive. Just... monotone, really. He didn't have a real personal relationship with Rift at this point, so the other was essentially just another potential patient. After a moment, the feline's gaze slowly drifted from Rift over to the other's home, a moment of silence hanging in the air. He then questioned, tail flicking behind him, "Have you been cooped up in there this entire time?" That was an even worse level of hermit than he was, wasn't it? He was fairly certain he knew why the other had hidden away, and it was sort of pathetic in Roan's eyes, but he kept his mouth shut. For now.[/td][/tr][/table]
That didn't seem to be the case this time, however. The siamese had been striding along, paws pressing lightly against the ground as he headed towards the tavern, when he heard voices nearby. Familiar ones. Keona, Vayne... and Riftweaver? He hadn't heard the other's voice, but the scent was still familiar. Figuring he might as well head over – if only to check and see that the other was alive – Roan corrected his course, heading over to where the others were gathered. As he looked Rift over, he found himself muttering a bit bluntly, "Oh, you're back." His tone wasn't hateful, or aggressive. Just... monotone, really. He didn't have a real personal relationship with Rift at this point, so the other was essentially just another potential patient. After a moment, the feline's gaze slowly drifted from Rift over to the other's home, a moment of silence hanging in the air. He then questioned, tail flicking behind him, "Have you been cooped up in there this entire time?" That was an even worse level of hermit than he was, wasn't it? He was fairly certain he knew why the other had hidden away, and it was sort of pathetic in Roan's eyes, but he kept his mouth shut. For now.[/td][/tr][/table]
Re: terrible fates - open - riftweaver - 04-08-2021
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Rift rather liked Keona. He found the other a stable, calm person to be around. She didn't tend to judge him so hard, and never seemed to irritated at talking with the Roux male. He offered a soft dip of his head and a dazzling smile. "Good morning, Keona. I'm doing a lot better than I have as of recent - how about you?" He asked gently. He knew that Keona was rather similar to himself in how her mind seemed to work.
Next to approach was Vayne, though before Riftweaver could offer any sort of greeting, Roan followed. The male's words hung in the air, making the Roux blink. He glanced back at his cabin, feeling his ears grow hot. Embarrassment sifted through his brain, muddying his thoughts. Rift shook his head, his thoughts clearing. He shuffled his paws as he turned back to the trio, tilting his head. "Uh, yes. I, er, needed some time to myself." he murmured, nodding.
After a moment, he turned his gaze to the sky, then towards the pathways that lead towards the beach. "But, I'm back now, and I want to do something enjoyable. Anyone up for a swim?"
Rift rather liked Keona. He found the other a stable, calm person to be around. She didn't tend to judge him so hard, and never seemed to irritated at talking with the Roux male. He offered a soft dip of his head and a dazzling smile. "Good morning, Keona. I'm doing a lot better than I have as of recent - how about you?" He asked gently. He knew that Keona was rather similar to himself in how her mind seemed to work.
Next to approach was Vayne, though before Riftweaver could offer any sort of greeting, Roan followed. The male's words hung in the air, making the Roux blink. He glanced back at his cabin, feeling his ears grow hot. Embarrassment sifted through his brain, muddying his thoughts. Rift shook his head, his thoughts clearing. He shuffled his paws as he turned back to the trio, tilting his head. "Uh, yes. I, er, needed some time to myself." he murmured, nodding.
After a moment, he turned his gaze to the sky, then towards the pathways that lead towards the beach. "But, I'm back now, and I want to do something enjoyable. Anyone up for a swim?"
Re: terrible fates - open - VAYNE CIPHER-VANTAS. - 04-10-2021
[glow=white,1,400]LIKE WE FORGET WHO WE CAN TRUST ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
It wasn't really hard to tell that Roan was upset, or at the very least, it was pretty noticeable to Vayne. She frowned as Roan spoke to Riftweaver, though fortunately it didn't seem to both Rift too much - but that also may be because Vayne didn't know the other male well. "I'd love to!" Vayne chirped as an answer to Riftweaver's question, wanting to at least get a cheerful air back into the air. There wasn't a lot of tension in the air per say, but Vayne still didn't like how monotonous Roan spoke.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
Re: terrible fates - open - roan ; - 04-11-2021
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The embarrassment in Rift's voice wasn't lost on Roan, although he didn't really feel bad about it. Hiding away was a cowardly move to the soothsayer, and it was right for Riftweaver to be embarrassed, at least in his mind. Hopefully the entire incident – or incidents, rather – had motivated the other to do better in the future. It was the least that the siamese could hope for, considering he didn't want his mother to have to worry about some nonsense again. The medic also didn't miss Vayne's frown at him, but he didn't think much of it. It wasn't the first time someone had expressed some form of disapproval towards his general attitude, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He was just surprised it had taken this long for Vayne to glance at him in such a way.
Looking back towards Rift himself, Roan paused for a moment before muttering, his head shaking back and forth, "I'm not one much for swimming. I'll sit on the beach and relax for a while, though." A brief period of relaxation would be nice, and he probably needed it, all things considered. He could feel the pressures of his work slowly needling at him as of late, but he had become pretty good at ignoring them. Not to say that it was healthy – far from it, in fact – but it was his way of doing things. Then, without another word or room for argument, Roan turned and headed towards the shore, figuring he could sit near the water and let the sun drench his fur for a little while. He could get a couple of card games in at the tavern later, he was sure of it.
[align=right][sup][sup]template © tikki[/sup][/sup]Looking back towards Rift himself, Roan paused for a moment before muttering, his head shaking back and forth, "I'm not one much for swimming. I'll sit on the beach and relax for a while, though." A brief period of relaxation would be nice, and he probably needed it, all things considered. He could feel the pressures of his work slowly needling at him as of late, but he had become pretty good at ignoring them. Not to say that it was healthy – far from it, in fact – but it was his way of doing things. Then, without another word or room for argument, Roan turned and headed towards the shore, figuring he could sit near the water and let the sun drench his fur for a little while. He could get a couple of card games in at the tavern later, he was sure of it.
Re: terrible fates - open - riftweaver - 04-13-2021
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A large smile donned on his maw, the hybrid turned and bounced towards the sea. The tide was low at the moment, having moved back outwards to sea. He knew there was a good sized window of time before the high tides hit again, and he planned to enjoy it. Rift felt the salty water move over his paws, and little creatures flitted about under the surface as he waded further in. It was cold, but not so cold as to deter the male. A shiver ran down his spine as the water closed in around his shoulders, sifting the leaves in his mane with each small wave. A contented sigh escaped his lips.
And then he was gone. Having dived under the surface, he felt his muscles working against the powerful currents as he swam further out. His head broke the surface a few seconds later, where he let out a small laugh before diving back down. The way the world looked from under the surface gave him a sense of peace. The sun hit the ocean's surface, scattering into an array of broken reflections mirroring stained glass, making the reef come to life.
A large smile donned on his maw, the hybrid turned and bounced towards the sea. The tide was low at the moment, having moved back outwards to sea. He knew there was a good sized window of time before the high tides hit again, and he planned to enjoy it. Rift felt the salty water move over his paws, and little creatures flitted about under the surface as he waded further in. It was cold, but not so cold as to deter the male. A shiver ran down his spine as the water closed in around his shoulders, sifting the leaves in his mane with each small wave. A contented sigh escaped his lips.
And then he was gone. Having dived under the surface, he felt his muscles working against the powerful currents as he swam further out. His head broke the surface a few seconds later, where he let out a small laugh before diving back down. The way the world looked from under the surface gave him a sense of peace. The sun hit the ocean's surface, scattering into an array of broken reflections mirroring stained glass, making the reef come to life.
Re: terrible fates - open - ROXANNE R. - 04-15-2021
Ah, it seemed that the local doofus had decided to reappear from his man cave or whatever it was. The captain walking over with both of her ears swiveled forward, her narrowed pupils locked onto Riftweaver but she made her way over to her son deciding to sit down for the time being. She wasn't much of a swimmer and for good reasons, the thought of the tsunami made her shudder slightly but a coy grin present on her maw.
"Hello, hello, heeellooooooo!" Roxanne said in a sing song voice announcing her presence to all of those that were gathered, she would sit back only to conjure up one of her sunglasses and sighed quietly deciding to catch some rays of sun.
"Hello, hello, heeellooooooo!" Roxanne said in a sing song voice announcing her presence to all of those that were gathered, she would sit back only to conjure up one of her sunglasses and sighed quietly deciding to catch some rays of sun.
Re: terrible fates - open - VAYNE CIPHER-VANTAS. - 04-16-2021
[glow=white,1,400]LIKE WE FORGET WHO WE CAN TRUST ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Vayne hadn't been around yet for the tsumani and if she would had been, perhaps she would have been a little bit more wary about going swimming. Fortunately she had no reason to fear the ocean and ran after Riftweaver, a laugh escaping her.
//low muse[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
//low muse[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]