ϟ GOLDENLUXURY "GOLDIE" ROUX ϟ
noun
ϟ the clash between the eye and the raging storms. ϟ the healing warmth of the sun and the raw brutality of the seas. ϟ the self-fulfilling prophecy and the stolen future. ϟ
"I AM GOLDENLUXURY ROUX."

Many left when the volcano had erupted, and, honestly, she did not really blame them, though she did give some a hard time while they were still cleaning up. Some of them might have been safer that way, avoiding the risk of being hungry, inhaling smoke, or even getting trapped upon the island. They gradually returned, some sooner than others, but they all had a job once they did come back. Most of which had to do with rebuilding. However, those days were over now. The island was in significantly better shape than the beginning of the year and the marks of the volcano, still, though, scattered throughout the territory, were mostly hard to find in the grand scheme of it all. Nonetheless, there was still much to be done outside of rebuilding. Goldie has not really received a moment of relaxation since it all happened, and soon that busyness would become even more intense. She didn't mind - there were always things to do. It's just a part of how she survived throughout most of her life (though others may argue it's what killed her, twice, almost thrice). So, she happily moves about the territory with Lynn, carrying a basket filled with fruit she'd recently gathered.

However, she would be interrupted on her walk, feathered ears catching the sound of small cries, and then her voice whimpered not far away. The fuck? She would not immediately recognize who it was, though would allow her paws to quickly carry her towards the noise, a bit of a concerned look entering her features. Her eyes are first drawn to the yellow plushie she'd used to own herself, immediately identifying the holder. "Junji?"

"Hey, is' okay," she tries to assure to him, cautiously moving closer. "'m right here." He wouldn't have known she died, or that she is now a tiger, though her voice is mostly the same as before, maybe a bit deeper. It's something she is, honestly, getting a little tired of explaining, considering she's had it from almost six months now, but at least it was easy enough for others to simply accept you've got a new body, and in the end, it just meant old friends continuously made their way back to her someway or another. Over so much time, they were all different, but still the same.

The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart

"if she can forgive my up and disappearance, you've nothing to worry about Junji" another familiar voice rumbled (and regretted, he had meant to leave notice after all, but it had all just got to him and he had to leave or risk who knows what) large shadow falling across them - he remembers Junji, like he remembers near everyone else he was friends with, knows him and his association to his erstwhile adoptive brother (and that felt so long yet only days ago).

still he chooses not to speak more until Goldie passes her own verdict, he's not one to assume or step on toes (he has been, but usually only when it was called for, he likes that its no longer his duty to make the good out of the worst situations even if this one is mild at worst)

LUCIFERUS GRIMM