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// takes place after the typhoon vs tanglewoods fight for the island, but before the monthly meeting. if your character is injured please give an ooc list of their injuries. (:
Next to the bottles of dehydrated herbs within the Typhoon’s temple, Rosemary leaned her forehead against the wall. The moans and whimpers of injured crewmates from the beds—and temporary beds of blankets!—overwhelmed her ears. But it was her worry for Alexandre that made her paws shake.
Damned fools, pirates and swamprats alike, Rosemary thought as she lifted her head.
With a flick of her tail, she summoned a floating glob of tea water to her face. She opened her maw and took a bite out of caffeinated beverage; she imagined it was the heart of the Tanglewoods’ bastard leader. Her four eyes blinked asynchronously as she hurriedly finished the tea.
The ocelot’s tail flicked faster as the caffeine surged in her veins. With that energy came a fresh wave of energy—hatred for those who hurt her crewmates, fear for Alexandre, frustration for Alexandre risking himself in battle when his absence caused delay of care. Gods, she hoped he returned soon; she loved her nephew, but, more practically, she couldn’t deal with the pressure of being the head of the medical team.
Floating two inches off the ground, Rosemary drifted down the hallway and rubbed antiseptic on her front paws. She had already put a stopper on the worst bleeds and most life-threatening conditions, but now she needed to do the rounds and properly fix up everyone who hadn’t been at death’s door.
[/td][/tr][/table]Next to the bottles of dehydrated herbs within the Typhoon’s temple, Rosemary leaned her forehead against the wall. The moans and whimpers of injured crewmates from the beds—and temporary beds of blankets!—overwhelmed her ears. But it was her worry for Alexandre that made her paws shake.
Damned fools, pirates and swamprats alike, Rosemary thought as she lifted her head.
With a flick of her tail, she summoned a floating glob of tea water to her face. She opened her maw and took a bite out of caffeinated beverage; she imagined it was the heart of the Tanglewoods’ bastard leader. Her four eyes blinked asynchronously as she hurriedly finished the tea.
The ocelot’s tail flicked faster as the caffeine surged in her veins. With that energy came a fresh wave of energy—hatred for those who hurt her crewmates, fear for Alexandre, frustration for Alexandre risking himself in battle when his absence caused delay of care. Gods, she hoped he returned soon; she loved her nephew, but, more practically, she couldn’t deal with the pressure of being the head of the medical team.
Floating two inches off the ground, Rosemary drifted down the hallway and rubbed antiseptic on her front paws. She had already put a stopper on the worst bleeds and most life-threatening conditions, but now she needed to do the rounds and properly fix up everyone who hadn’t been at death’s door.
PEACEFALL
peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?