07-15-2018, 05:21 PM
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The soothsayer knew very little about the Ascendants, save for the fact that Pincher disliked them and she met an interesting woman from there. Yet, as she came across the giddy golden, she recognized the group scent that stuck to his pelt. The eyes atop her forehead found his injured paw, too, as she peered curiously at it. With the recent wave of injured strangers turning up on their shores, she found herself growing increasingly vigilant for finding even the most minor of scrapes. "You might want to rest that," she remarked drily, her main pair of eyes looking at Caboose with some measure of puzzlement and amusement. She felt unsure about offering assistance to a member from a borderline enemy group - especially one of their males. Though she certainly held both the knowledge and means to treat his wound, she found herself reluctant to offer him any aid.
"What are you doing on Typhoon territory? And what's with that thing on your head?" she asked, not one to hold her tongue. Naturally, she asked her questions in the order of their priority. A touch of impatience managed to break through her fuzzy, apathetic voice - though she mostly found herself curious and wary, more than anything else.
"What are you doing on Typhoon territory? And what's with that thing on your head?" she asked, not one to hold her tongue. Naturally, she asked her questions in the order of their priority. A touch of impatience managed to break through her fuzzy, apathetic voice - though she mostly found herself curious and wary, more than anything else.
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?