07-09-2018, 02:28 AM
DALE COOPER
★ ★ ★ ★ ★
//human refs x x outfit
Dale pawed lazily at the blankets coiled around him as he awoke slowly. The quite that surrounded him seemed odd, compared to the normal hustle and bustle that his keen hearing could normally pick up. Smacking his maw open and closed, the canine slowly sat up. He allowed the blanket to fall off of his form, stretching his front legs forward, only to find that those were not paws and, instead, two hands were stretched out in front of him. Glinting in the soft sunlight that streamed through the windows, a ring resting on his left ring finger caught his eye. A wedding band that, somehow, he knew would have the phase 'Fire Walk - D&H C.T.' engraved on the inside.
Memories flashed in the mans head; a warm hand on his shoulder, a pair of arms wrapping around his neck while a forehead presses against his own, and his name being whispered so softly that it's nearly lost on the wind. The man shook his head, brushing away memories of a human past he'd never possessed. At least, as far as he was aware.
Standing carefully, the man would glance down at his own appearance, finding himself in a dark colored suit, wrinkled from his sleep. Laid out on his sleeping place was a tan trench coat, which he picked up and tugged on, finding that it looked to be a size too big but felt comfortable and right. He reached a hand into one of the inner pockets of the coat, fingers meeting cold metal. Wrapping his fingers around the object, he pulled out a ring nearly identical to his, except, the inscription read D&H C.T. - With Me'. Tears began to brim in the mans eyes as he quickly put the ring in its pocket and cleared his throat.
"Diane, it seems that I find myself in a human body, possessing clothes that are familiar yet I could never have possibly possessed." he spoke, walking quickly over to the mirror that was propped up in the corner of his room. He scanned his appearance quickly. "Dark brown hair a few inches in length, eyes a consistent hazel, I appear to be around the six foot mark" he relayed to Diane, reaching for the recorder in his pocket. There was no recorder in his pocket, just the phantom memory of one. His attention was brought back to his reflection and to the ring that rested on his finger. "And it seems... it seems I posses rings that represent Harry and I- Harry and I's marriage." he trailed off. It was about time he investigated what had happened to the rest of the group.
Traversing quickly to the observatory, he was surprised how easily he maneuvered in this body. He'd been one of the earlier one's to arrive, carefully watching and determining who each person was. His attention was quick to snap towards Roy as he shot flames into the air. Of course the alchemist would decide that a flame would be best to gain the groups attention. "Dale Cooper, here." he responded to the former bobcat, waving a hand.
His attention was jerked away by a commotion and his eyes landed on two strangers doting awkwardly over a young girl. Unease crawled over him and he began to cross the room, pace quickening when he finally caught a name. 'Pele.' and that one, the man now trying to calm her was her blood father, the one who had long abandoned the young fireball.
He kneeled beside the trio, placing one of his hands on his adoptive daughter. "Why don't you let me deal with Little Pele." he spoke, voice firm and leaving little room for argument. "It may be best for someone who she actually knows to help her while things are in such a disarray." he added, hiding the order like a suggestion as he leveled Zjarr with stern a look. He spared a glance away from his daughter for a moment as Suite made an appearance, waving at his best friend with the hand that carried his wedding band. He took a moment to identify his groupmates before focusing back on Pele and her father, sparing a kind smile towards Anzarel.
Dale pawed lazily at the blankets coiled around him as he awoke slowly. The quite that surrounded him seemed odd, compared to the normal hustle and bustle that his keen hearing could normally pick up. Smacking his maw open and closed, the canine slowly sat up. He allowed the blanket to fall off of his form, stretching his front legs forward, only to find that those were not paws and, instead, two hands were stretched out in front of him. Glinting in the soft sunlight that streamed through the windows, a ring resting on his left ring finger caught his eye. A wedding band that, somehow, he knew would have the phase 'Fire Walk - D&H C.T.' engraved on the inside.
Memories flashed in the mans head; a warm hand on his shoulder, a pair of arms wrapping around his neck while a forehead presses against his own, and his name being whispered so softly that it's nearly lost on the wind. The man shook his head, brushing away memories of a human past he'd never possessed. At least, as far as he was aware.
Standing carefully, the man would glance down at his own appearance, finding himself in a dark colored suit, wrinkled from his sleep. Laid out on his sleeping place was a tan trench coat, which he picked up and tugged on, finding that it looked to be a size too big but felt comfortable and right. He reached a hand into one of the inner pockets of the coat, fingers meeting cold metal. Wrapping his fingers around the object, he pulled out a ring nearly identical to his, except, the inscription read D&H C.T. - With Me'. Tears began to brim in the mans eyes as he quickly put the ring in its pocket and cleared his throat.
"Diane, it seems that I find myself in a human body, possessing clothes that are familiar yet I could never have possibly possessed." he spoke, walking quickly over to the mirror that was propped up in the corner of his room. He scanned his appearance quickly. "Dark brown hair a few inches in length, eyes a consistent hazel, I appear to be around the six foot mark" he relayed to Diane, reaching for the recorder in his pocket. There was no recorder in his pocket, just the phantom memory of one. His attention was brought back to his reflection and to the ring that rested on his finger. "And it seems... it seems I posses rings that represent Harry and I- Harry and I's marriage." he trailed off. It was about time he investigated what had happened to the rest of the group.
Traversing quickly to the observatory, he was surprised how easily he maneuvered in this body. He'd been one of the earlier one's to arrive, carefully watching and determining who each person was. His attention was quick to snap towards Roy as he shot flames into the air. Of course the alchemist would decide that a flame would be best to gain the groups attention. "Dale Cooper, here." he responded to the former bobcat, waving a hand.
His attention was jerked away by a commotion and his eyes landed on two strangers doting awkwardly over a young girl. Unease crawled over him and he began to cross the room, pace quickening when he finally caught a name. 'Pele.' and that one, the man now trying to calm her was her blood father, the one who had long abandoned the young fireball.
He kneeled beside the trio, placing one of his hands on his adoptive daughter. "Why don't you let me deal with Little Pele." he spoke, voice firm and leaving little room for argument. "It may be best for someone who she actually knows to help her while things are in such a disarray." he added, hiding the order like a suggestion as he leveled Zjarr with stern a look. He spared a glance away from his daughter for a moment as Suite made an appearance, waving at his best friend with the hand that carried his wedding band. He took a moment to identify his groupmates before focusing back on Pele and her father, sparing a kind smile towards Anzarel.
[b]THE ASCENDANTS — OBSERVER — TAGS[/color]
© MADI
PERCY
Flew up through the clouds at night was born to fight. Mythical, so mystical - think what you like. You could be the sword, the shield defender of the people down below, you know I fought for love. Be kind to those around ya' don't be merci less. Remember me for my name is Perseus.
HE/HIM — I'VE GONE FAR — MODERATOR