07-13-2018, 01:02 PM
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Roses, in general, never appeared anywhere near the Typhoon's territory; this plant seemed less suited to the tropical climate as the indigenous species on the island. She knew literally nobody in the pirate group that liked to garden, either; this made her inclined to think, as she studied the trail of bright red roses, that this oddity required investigation. Sniffing the air, she realized the perfume of the roses covered most of the scents in the area; an unintended side-effect, she supposed, and started following the path with a briskness to her steps.
Though the ocelot fared poorly in combat, she doubted she needed to be too wary about this - even if this trail led to an intruder, she doubted any outright danger. After all, clearly this lack of stealth with flowers of all things, implied a certain lack of violence. Drawing in closer, she started to pick out the scents now that she got closer to the intruder; though she knew little about other groups, she guessed the smells seemed more like the Ascendants than anything else. Frowning slightly to herself, she remembered Snowbound happened as their only ally right now; with an unsteady peace with one group her half-brother seemed to despise on principle. But, not politically minded, she never bothered to pry into the current and past animosities of her new home. Besides, this intruder might not strictly want to intrude; the roses littered the railroad tracks, which acted as a tactically important border and nothing else.
Coming up behind the domestic feline, the ocelot flicked her forked tail as she looked at the slightly smaller cat; she certainly smelled strongly of the Ascendants, if that scent belonged to the Ascendants anyway. "What brings you to the Typhoon?" she asked, doubting the stranger wanted to join when she clearly belonged to another group.
Rosemary, herself, smelled strongly of her own group - though she smelled most strongly of plants now, with her satchel full of them. She usually left the territory only for gathering her materials, so she never really encountered visitors or joiners this far out; Margaery's spur of the moment visit made her the first stranger the witch met at these gaits, aside from Rosemary's own joining. "I'm Rosemary - would you mind telling me how you're growing these roses everywhere?" she added, finding it polite to give her own name, even as she asked a potentially intrusive question about the other's magic.
Though the ocelot fared poorly in combat, she doubted she needed to be too wary about this - even if this trail led to an intruder, she doubted any outright danger. After all, clearly this lack of stealth with flowers of all things, implied a certain lack of violence. Drawing in closer, she started to pick out the scents now that she got closer to the intruder; though she knew little about other groups, she guessed the smells seemed more like the Ascendants than anything else. Frowning slightly to herself, she remembered Snowbound happened as their only ally right now; with an unsteady peace with one group her half-brother seemed to despise on principle. But, not politically minded, she never bothered to pry into the current and past animosities of her new home. Besides, this intruder might not strictly want to intrude; the roses littered the railroad tracks, which acted as a tactically important border and nothing else.
Coming up behind the domestic feline, the ocelot flicked her forked tail as she looked at the slightly smaller cat; she certainly smelled strongly of the Ascendants, if that scent belonged to the Ascendants anyway. "What brings you to the Typhoon?" she asked, doubting the stranger wanted to join when she clearly belonged to another group.
Rosemary, herself, smelled strongly of her own group - though she smelled most strongly of plants now, with her satchel full of them. She usually left the territory only for gathering her materials, so she never really encountered visitors or joiners this far out; Margaery's spur of the moment visit made her the first stranger the witch met at these gaits, aside from Rosemary's own joining. "I'm Rosemary - would you mind telling me how you're growing these roses everywhere?" she added, finding it polite to give her own name, even as she asked a potentially intrusive question about the other's magic.
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?