06-22-2018, 10:40 PM
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She blinked her four eyes as she observed the Typhoon members that greeted her - her main pair of eyes drifted first to Goldie, while the smaller pair on her forehead darted around the girl as she spoke. The girl, along with the boy and older female, had deep blue auras swaddling their forms - she squinted, trying to pry into seeing their original auras, but she gave up when they remained teal blobs. A clear indication of tragic sadness, if there ever was one.
She frowned slightly as Goldie's words appeared around the girl's form as she spoke; Rosemary's auxiliary eyes quickly jumped about to read the blue-hued words as she heard them. "I'm looking for my father and brother - my dad supposedly leads this place, but I don't smell him around anywhere. My brother, on the other hand... where did you get that earring? It looks like his," she answered, her voice faint and willowy. She lost her wits for a moment, forgetting to even name her family members to the pirates, as she deduced something bad certainly happened.
Her primary eyes looked over to Blue as he spoke, her auxiliary pair continuing to dart around reading his blue-saturated speech. It was useful, having two sets of eyes; when people spoke, she could literally see their words in the air, but only for a brief period of time. Considering that both children's auras and words were saturated blue and she knew Pincher was born a bengal cat, well, she hoped her paranoid mind simply jumped to conclusions again. Ears flicking back slightly in distress, the ocelot slipped down from her perch to join the rest of them on the ground. "Height gives an interesting perspective. Are you and her my broth - Pincher's kids...?" she answered the boy, all four eyes focusing on him for a moment as she spoke, only drifting away to glance at the other bengal kitten. It seemed fully awkward to come and not know their names. Or that they even existed to begin with.
Twin tails flicking behind her and rising in the air as she looked at the fourth pirate, the ocelot squared her jaw as she narrowed all four eyes. His aura, drenched in magenta with tinges of red, unsettled her. Usually those colors never boded well for the individual they were attached to, and she found herself drawn to stand taller while he stood in her vicinity. She disliked his nonchalant air, when her senses told her that something very wrong was happening in the Typhoon. At least, he seemed not to care too much about asking for her name - perhaps he was just an apathetic individual, not that she liked those either. "Rosemary Roux. It's customary to give your own name when you ask for someone else's," she told him pointedly, before taking her four eyes off him immediately and back onto the children, her possible nephew and niece.
Still sensing something strangely out of place, the ocelot turned her head slightly to get a better vantage-point of the surrounding forestry. Her four eyes independently moved to scan different areas, finally converging together when she spotted something decidedly out of place. Is that... smoke? she thought to herself, which made no sense, as she should be able to smell any present smoke at this distance. "Is there anyone else out there?" she called out brazenly, half to whoever might be lurking back there and otherwise to the four pirates she definitely knew were around her.
She frowned slightly as Goldie's words appeared around the girl's form as she spoke; Rosemary's auxiliary eyes quickly jumped about to read the blue-hued words as she heard them. "I'm looking for my father and brother - my dad supposedly leads this place, but I don't smell him around anywhere. My brother, on the other hand... where did you get that earring? It looks like his," she answered, her voice faint and willowy. She lost her wits for a moment, forgetting to even name her family members to the pirates, as she deduced something bad certainly happened.
Her primary eyes looked over to Blue as he spoke, her auxiliary pair continuing to dart around reading his blue-saturated speech. It was useful, having two sets of eyes; when people spoke, she could literally see their words in the air, but only for a brief period of time. Considering that both children's auras and words were saturated blue and she knew Pincher was born a bengal cat, well, she hoped her paranoid mind simply jumped to conclusions again. Ears flicking back slightly in distress, the ocelot slipped down from her perch to join the rest of them on the ground. "Height gives an interesting perspective. Are you and her my broth - Pincher's kids...?" she answered the boy, all four eyes focusing on him for a moment as she spoke, only drifting away to glance at the other bengal kitten. It seemed fully awkward to come and not know their names. Or that they even existed to begin with.
Twin tails flicking behind her and rising in the air as she looked at the fourth pirate, the ocelot squared her jaw as she narrowed all four eyes. His aura, drenched in magenta with tinges of red, unsettled her. Usually those colors never boded well for the individual they were attached to, and she found herself drawn to stand taller while he stood in her vicinity. She disliked his nonchalant air, when her senses told her that something very wrong was happening in the Typhoon. At least, he seemed not to care too much about asking for her name - perhaps he was just an apathetic individual, not that she liked those either. "Rosemary Roux. It's customary to give your own name when you ask for someone else's," she told him pointedly, before taking her four eyes off him immediately and back onto the children, her possible nephew and niece.
Still sensing something strangely out of place, the ocelot turned her head slightly to get a better vantage-point of the surrounding forestry. Her four eyes independently moved to scan different areas, finally converging together when she spotted something decidedly out of place. Is that... smoke? she thought to herself, which made no sense, as she should be able to smell any present smoke at this distance. "Is there anyone else out there?" she called out brazenly, half to whoever might be lurking back there and otherwise to the four pirates she definitely knew were around her.
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?