07-05-2018, 09:11 PM
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Distracted from her frustration with the chess set by an unexpected knock at the door, the ocelot's ears twitched as she tilted her head. She identified the person by voice alone - because, otherwise, how could she call herself an Aunt to the young feline? With a wave of her paw, she concentrated as she managed to move the door knob with a powerful gust of wind angled just perfectly so. The resulting click of the metalwork and following creeeeak of the opening wooden door followed her success, and she found herself quite pleased her small accomplishment. Controlling air never came easily to her, as she found herself much more comfortable with the mystical water arts - with those, she could always see what she worked with.
"Of course you can, Blue - excuse the mess and chill, I was practicing a bit," she meowed to him, expecting that the opening door already introduced him to odd temperature of the room. At around ten degrees cooler than the rest of the ship -- along with the ice chess set in front of her -- it was fairly obvious what she was doing. But, Rosemary never really made an effort to keep her mystical abilities with water a secret. Everything else, though, remained rarely spoken. Tilting her head, her forked tail flicked as she added, "I hope everything is alright?" Usually, people only visited her in a panic about Goldie getting injured or ask if she could provide free air conditioning; she wasn't quite expecting a social call.
"Of course you can, Blue - excuse the mess and chill, I was practicing a bit," she meowed to him, expecting that the opening door already introduced him to odd temperature of the room. At around ten degrees cooler than the rest of the ship -- along with the ice chess set in front of her -- it was fairly obvious what she was doing. But, Rosemary never really made an effort to keep her mystical abilities with water a secret. Everything else, though, remained rarely spoken. Tilting her head, her forked tail flicked as she added, "I hope everything is alright?" Usually, people only visited her in a panic about Goldie getting injured or ask if she could provide free air conditioning; she wasn't quite expecting a social call.
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?