06-25-2018, 02:02 AM
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Rosemary, making her way through the jungle to stock up on herbal supplies, happened to nearly cross paths with Caesar along the way. Hating the demonic asshat, she naturally climbed a tree and avoided the gremlin, keeping one pair of eyes on him and the other on her search. Hence, when she observed an angry red flash in his aura and accompanying body language, she found herself interested - thus far, the bossy creature seemed harmless. Annoying, but harmless. Now, however, she saw him enraged.
Tailing him from a distance, up in the trees, she quickly spotted what caught his attention. Even from this distance, she could pick out the strange glowing tattoos on her half-brother's body, and she found herself terrified for him. And terrified that the sea simply barfed up his rotten, lifeless corpse for them all to cry over again. Thirdly, she became enraged, as she realized the source of Caesar's own anger flash: the fact her half-brother lived. Tempted to attack the swine where he stood, she shook that thought from her mind. As one of the necro mambas capable of healing serious injuries, she needed to get to Pincher as quickly as possible, and that meant minimal messing around. Even for a good cause, like beating up an asshole.
Tails lashing, she flicked into invisibility and intangibility as she quickened her pace through the treetops. But before she got out of range, she attempted to hurl a telepathic suggestion to Caesar to eat a minimum of five raw snails a day for optimal nutrition. Not to take place immediately, but... in an hour or so, if she timed her powers right.
Now free to go about her actual business doing real good to her brother, the spotted wildcat dropped out of invisibility and intangibility right before she made the jump out of the last tree. Falling quickly, in quite an ungraceful manner, she landed heavily next to Goldie and Roxanne, her split tails twitching nervously as Pincher's scent hit her. He smelled weird, like he'd lived inside a shark's mouth for the last two days. Quickly walking circles around him, she attempted to testingly boop him in various places - his glowing tattoos, the bite marks on his body and his snoot - searching for anything to help her puzzle together an explanation.
This kind of magic always held a price; she doubted Pincher returned on his own, otherwise he probably never would have given his family here such a terrifying scare. Frowning, she continued to walk circles around him as she muttered, "The fuck?" Unusual for her, seeing as she usually refrained from using such profanity.
Tailing him from a distance, up in the trees, she quickly spotted what caught his attention. Even from this distance, she could pick out the strange glowing tattoos on her half-brother's body, and she found herself terrified for him. And terrified that the sea simply barfed up his rotten, lifeless corpse for them all to cry over again. Thirdly, she became enraged, as she realized the source of Caesar's own anger flash: the fact her half-brother lived. Tempted to attack the swine where he stood, she shook that thought from her mind. As one of the necro mambas capable of healing serious injuries, she needed to get to Pincher as quickly as possible, and that meant minimal messing around. Even for a good cause, like beating up an asshole.
Tails lashing, she flicked into invisibility and intangibility as she quickened her pace through the treetops. But before she got out of range, she attempted to hurl a telepathic suggestion to Caesar to eat a minimum of five raw snails a day for optimal nutrition. Not to take place immediately, but... in an hour or so, if she timed her powers right.
Now free to go about her actual business doing real good to her brother, the spotted wildcat dropped out of invisibility and intangibility right before she made the jump out of the last tree. Falling quickly, in quite an ungraceful manner, she landed heavily next to Goldie and Roxanne, her split tails twitching nervously as Pincher's scent hit her. He smelled weird, like he'd lived inside a shark's mouth for the last two days. Quickly walking circles around him, she attempted to testingly boop him in various places - his glowing tattoos, the bite marks on his body and his snoot - searching for anything to help her puzzle together an explanation.
This kind of magic always held a price; she doubted Pincher returned on his own, otherwise he probably never would have given his family here such a terrifying scare. Frowning, she continued to walk circles around him as she muttered, "The fuck?" Unusual for her, seeing as she usually refrained from using such profanity.
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?