07-03-2018, 09:09 PM
Greed's mind was racing, uncertainty clouding his judgement. He followed the rest of the group, though his steps were somewhat slower, faltering. He glanced back to his hut, an urge to return and grab his belongings nearly overwhelming him. But he knew he couldn't even if he wanted to. His glasses were long gone. But then an idea came to his mind, and he thought about possibly activating his power so he could go back. If he hardened himself, he might be alright once the tsunami hit shore. But what if he wasn't? He wasn't sure of his abilities, or if it was still difficult for him to die.
He cursed under his breath, hearing Pincher's orders but still hesitating. He would be washed away if he decided to go with his plan, so ultimately, he had no choice but to kiss his shades goodbye. He wasn't even sure why he had left them to go to the meeting in the first place. It was practically habit for him to put them on every morning, and yet he had forgotten.
He finally turns away from the scene they had left, a displeased frown etched on his face. They weren't exactly important, it was just nice to have them on. Now he just felt like he was missing something. But, when he glanced down as he hurried after the group, he noticed the glint of his bracelet he still wore. The bracelet Roxanne had given him. If anything, this was the one thing he didn't want to leave behind. He hated losing anything, but he would have hated losing this accessory even more. He couldn't really place why he was so fond of it, though.
The panther made sure to keep an eye out for anyone in need, even if it was uncharacteristic for him. It was so they could owe him later, he told himself, but he knew that wasn't it--not anymore.
"SPEECH"
He cursed under his breath, hearing Pincher's orders but still hesitating. He would be washed away if he decided to go with his plan, so ultimately, he had no choice but to kiss his shades goodbye. He wasn't even sure why he had left them to go to the meeting in the first place. It was practically habit for him to put them on every morning, and yet he had forgotten.
He finally turns away from the scene they had left, a displeased frown etched on his face. They weren't exactly important, it was just nice to have them on. Now he just felt like he was missing something. But, when he glanced down as he hurried after the group, he noticed the glint of his bracelet he still wore. The bracelet Roxanne had given him. If anything, this was the one thing he didn't want to leave behind. He hated losing anything, but he would have hated losing this accessory even more. He couldn't really place why he was so fond of it, though.
The panther made sure to keep an eye out for anyone in need, even if it was uncharacteristic for him. It was so they could owe him later, he told himself, but he knew that wasn't it--not anymore.
"SPEECH"