06-30-2018, 10:32 PM
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She found herself irritated by the lack of books in this place. If she found herself properly motivated, she considered she might just have to build a library - but, for now, she contented herself with slowly growing her own personal stash of books. But she also needed something else: a chess set. For now, she made do with her own craftsmanship, but... her pieces never lasted too long.
Sitting in one of the rooms deep beneath the hull of the ship, the ocelot's twin tails flicked behind her as she concentrated on her mysticism. The room, charged with her energy already, seemed at least 10 degrees colder than the rest of the ship; a feat that might make some assume she conversed with spirits. Rosemary, though, held little to no interest in the hollow remnants of the dead; instead, she wanted to hone her powers and create a useful tool at the same time.
For, you see, Rosemary liked to play chess even against herself. But with no chess set in sight, she needed to make her own; and what better way to do that than with just s smidgen of the nearly infinite amount of water around them?
A bucket placed before her, she mumbled incoherently to herself as she focused, all four eyes narrowed on the still water within. With an orange flash to her eyes, the water suddenly leaped to the floor in 32 small streams. Yet, as soon as the water touched the floor, it froze - and all of them took the pattern of a chess piece; one set with rectangular bases, the other with circular to represent black and white respectively.
Huffing from exertion, the ocelot resolved to just find someone with a decent set to trade with. This solution wasn't viable long-term, since the ice would simply melt without her mystical interference.
[member=469]coldblue[/member]
Sitting in one of the rooms deep beneath the hull of the ship, the ocelot's twin tails flicked behind her as she concentrated on her mysticism. The room, charged with her energy already, seemed at least 10 degrees colder than the rest of the ship; a feat that might make some assume she conversed with spirits. Rosemary, though, held little to no interest in the hollow remnants of the dead; instead, she wanted to hone her powers and create a useful tool at the same time.
For, you see, Rosemary liked to play chess even against herself. But with no chess set in sight, she needed to make her own; and what better way to do that than with just s smidgen of the nearly infinite amount of water around them?
A bucket placed before her, she mumbled incoherently to herself as she focused, all four eyes narrowed on the still water within. With an orange flash to her eyes, the water suddenly leaped to the floor in 32 small streams. Yet, as soon as the water touched the floor, it froze - and all of them took the pattern of a chess piece; one set with rectangular bases, the other with circular to represent black and white respectively.
Huffing from exertion, the ocelot resolved to just find someone with a decent set to trade with. This solution wasn't viable long-term, since the ice would simply melt without her mystical interference.
[member=469]coldblue[/member]
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?