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[ ON TROUBLED WATER | OPEN ] - LAZARUS - 08-01-2018
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Everything hurts. The broken antler, the lines Gabriel had scored across his chest, the snaps at his muzzle and ears. It'd all be tolerable if it wasn't compounded with some sorta guilt that he can't describe. There's just this heavy stabbing — he chooses to interpret it as anger; has to think of it like that. Bitterness because he chose to drive off the only person who'd ever cared about keeping him alive. Everyone else here barely gives him a second glance, which's still mostly his fault, probably. It's not like he'd made the best first impression. Or third. Or fourth. Definitely not fifth, at this rate. Gabe had to make a fucking sign so people would understand it. They still don't. Wouldn't. He'd spent a day off licking his wounds, glaring at anyone who dared to get close to him. But he figures it's time to face the music, and the Cane Corso had limped back towards the center of The Ascendants' territory and ends up at the edges of the pool — he doesn't know what it's called, but it's clear and kinda beautiful.
The canine crouches there, the water lapping at his paws. After a second's consideration, he ducks his head down and shakes it in the water, cold but exactly what he'd needed. Drops of red wash into the pool from his wounds, but his thoughts don't bother to go with it. It clears his head a little, though. Just a little. He'd grown up independent, survived by fighting over scraps, defending his own with his life. This shouldn't be too much of a change.
Re: [ ON TROUBLED WATER | OPEN ] - MOONMADE - 08-01-2018
[size=9pt]Moon's at the... Starpond, or whatever it's called, for various medical reasons when he spots the Cane Corso. He'll admit he hesitates, perhaps dwindling on some preconceived notions of who Lazarus was, but ultimately he knows his job as a Halo comes before his job as a judgmental dumbass, so he forces himself to head the boy's way.
"Hey," he says, an attempt at getting Lazarus' attention. He seems distracted, staring into the watery depths like I'd tell him the answers to all his problems. Moon's voice isn't as light as it typically is; he's frowning, resisting the urge to shove the canine into the pond instead of tell him that he'd find no solace, there. But, again, he reminds himself to be understanding. For all he knows, Gabe could of fucked up as much as this kid. It looked like a heated brawl, nothing one-sided, so perhaps he should shut the fuck up with the preconceptions and actually ask. Eventually, he will. For now, "You alright? I can take a look at your wounds. No questions about Feathers, swear."
"Hey," he says, an attempt at getting Lazarus' attention. He seems distracted, staring into the watery depths like I'd tell him the answers to all his problems. Moon's voice isn't as light as it typically is; he's frowning, resisting the urge to shove the canine into the pond instead of tell him that he'd find no solace, there. But, again, he reminds himself to be understanding. For all he knows, Gabe could of fucked up as much as this kid. It looked like a heated brawl, nothing one-sided, so perhaps he should shut the fuck up with the preconceptions and actually ask. Eventually, he will. For now, "You alright? I can take a look at your wounds. No questions about Feathers, swear."
Re: [ ON TROUBLED WATER | OPEN ] - Suiteheart - 08-02-2018
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Suitheart rarely ever traveled to Starpool. The calm, still waters weren't exactly her cup of tea. No, no she preferred the endless push and pull of the ocean to this serene pond. The sea made her feel as though she was being washed clean whereas Starpool made her feel like she was stewing in her transgressions.
Even so, for whatever reason, she found herself headed there now. It hadn't taken long to reach the well-known spot. Baby blue eyes spotted Moonmade and Lazarus, and she watched the latter place his wounded head underneath the water. She wrinkled her nose as crimson stained the crystal clear liquid. Flicking a tail, the feline used her powers to extract the blood from the water where she would then toss it to the side.
"You look like hell," she commented, head tilted to the left minutely as she did so. "What the fuck happened?" Suiteheart didn't seem to have any sort of filter today (nor was she aware of what transpired between Laz and Gabriel). Go figure. Sailor mouth aside, concern edged its way into her azure gaze. "Moon, lemme know if you need help."
Even so, for whatever reason, she found herself headed there now. It hadn't taken long to reach the well-known spot. Baby blue eyes spotted Moonmade and Lazarus, and she watched the latter place his wounded head underneath the water. She wrinkled her nose as crimson stained the crystal clear liquid. Flicking a tail, the feline used her powers to extract the blood from the water where she would then toss it to the side.
"You look like hell," she commented, head tilted to the left minutely as she did so. "What the fuck happened?" Suiteheart didn't seem to have any sort of filter today (nor was she aware of what transpired between Laz and Gabriel). Go figure. Sailor mouth aside, concern edged its way into her azure gaze. "Moon, lemme know if you need help."
[b]suiteheart folie-mikaelson . ecliptic admiral . the ascendants . tags
Re: [ ON TROUBLED WATER | OPEN ] - imperia - 08-06-2018
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]Imperia is also unaware of what transpired between Moon, Gabriel, and Lazarus. And it is probably for the best as the timid creature does not do well around conflict. The reason as to why she is present for this interaction is not because she was seeking out Moon (though the sight of him does inspire a fluttering in her chest), but because she comes to the Starpool often to retrieve meteorite shards with which to practice her forging.
The lovely canine arrives shortly after the others, petite figure laden with several baskets with with she will store the small fragments to use for her practice. Even encumbered with the extra weight, Imperia moves with a certain, otherworldly grace. Curiosity sparkles within those luminous silver eyes, and then concern upon noticing the unfamiliar Cane Corso's wounds. "Mon dieu," she curses softly before delicately setting down her belongings and trotting over to investigate. Suiteheart already asked the important questions and stated the important observations, so the cleric does not bother with her usual twenty questions. Sagacious argent eyes sweep over the younger male's body, carefully making note of all his injuries with the expertise of a practiced healer.
Suddenly, she seems to realize that in her concern, she completely forgot to acknowledge those around her. An apologetic smile tugs at the edges of dark lips, transforming her pretty visage from one of seriousness to one of sheepishness. "Ah, sorry, where are my manners? My name is Imperia," she introduces to the unfamiliar male before offering a friendly smile to both Suite and Moon, though her gaze seems to linger on the latter for a moment or two before returning to Lazarus.
Re: [ ON TROUBLED WATER | OPEN ] - HEARTEYES - 08-06-2018
[div style="width: 45%; margin: auto; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify"]When Hearteyes had first joined, she had been excited to see the Starpool. It was rumored to be absolutely beautiful, and she just had to see it for herself. The molly is now crouched down at the edges of the pond, peering into the water, watching the clouds pass over her head through the reflection. Sitting and appreciating aesthetics was not something that she did often, but it seemed that her tourist side was making an appearance today.
Her ears twitch at the sound of other animals approaching the water, pink eyes lifting from the stones under her paws to the group on the other side of the pool. She blinks in surprise at the sight of Lazarus, concern immediately taking over her expression. She lifts herself to her paws, making her way quickly to her clanmates. "Are you, like, are you okay? I mean, um, do you need anything? You're really hurt." There isn't much that Hearteyes can do, but her empathetic nature demands that she at least offer her help. The sight of the dog's injuries makes her own chest ache, expression becoming more worried the longer she studied him. She instinctively searches for some kind of comfort, coming to press against Imperia's leg, ears pressed against her head.
Re: [ ON TROUBLED WATER | OPEN ] - | AGENT WASHINGTON | - 08-06-2018
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former human - freelancer - manipulative
He could say that he was independent. But, he wasn't entirely so. Sure, if he was out in the middle of nowhere, he was going to be able to figure out how to survive. However, he had worked with others for a very very long time. Almost throughout his entire military career. He learned to not trust them completely though, as he knows better than to do something like that. Especially, after basically being shot in the back by the one group that he had actually trusted for a long period of time. Washington also didn't know everyone that existed in the outpost that they were currently in. He usually tried his best to at least know the names and appearances of those that he was going to end up approaching and talking to. He wasn't great when it came to being social, but he tried as long as he could get information for people. There were plenty of things that was going on inside of the outpost, but there was little he could do about half of the stuff that happened. He was able to make some progress in his gear, but that was roughly about all that he had managed to do as of late.
He did his patrols half of the time by himself and that meant he checked everything with the territory. Hearing voices though, and not being able to smell the blood that was coming from the animal, he made his way over, investigating exactly what was going on. He liked to keep track of potential threats that were around, and he made his way over. He noticed a dog that was simply just laying in the water, scratches and other wounds that were on him. Like everyone else, the Freelancer kept his distance from everyone else, looking at those that he recognized. He flicked one of his ears inside of helmet as he sat himself down. The other was obviously injured based on the blood that was going through the water. He didn't see any sign of a fight on the ground, so he wasn't sure how the other ended up becoming injured, and he also had no idea who this was, not recognizing the dog at all. The lion-sized animal didn't say anything for several seconds, having arrived after everyone stopped talking. "[b]What happened here?" The soldier questioned calmly, his attention drawn toward the cane corso.
howieHe did his patrols half of the time by himself and that meant he checked everything with the territory. Hearing voices though, and not being able to smell the blood that was coming from the animal, he made his way over, investigating exactly what was going on. He liked to keep track of potential threats that were around, and he made his way over. He noticed a dog that was simply just laying in the water, scratches and other wounds that were on him. Like everyone else, the Freelancer kept his distance from everyone else, looking at those that he recognized. He flicked one of his ears inside of helmet as he sat himself down. The other was obviously injured based on the blood that was going through the water. He didn't see any sign of a fight on the ground, so he wasn't sure how the other ended up becoming injured, and he also had no idea who this was, not recognizing the dog at all. The lion-sized animal didn't say anything for several seconds, having arrived after everyone stopped talking. "[b]What happened here?" The soldier questioned calmly, his attention drawn toward the cane corso.
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