heart you babe - meet & greet

[Elon]

You spoke of roses- all I feel are thorns ・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]TAGS

Elon is half zoned out when Margaery approaches but she is quick to snap out of it and focus on the seal point feline before her. Her gaze is quick to flick to the flowers that come blooming from the ground in the woman's presence and she seems heavily surprised as if struck by a revelation. So... magic does exist here. However small this demonstration is, it tells her all she needs to know- that there is hope of recovering her own powers. The white cat almost blurts out a thank you, but stops herself in the knick of time and forces her brain to store this new information in the back of her mind for now. That studious gaze Margaery has and her tone tells Elon quite a lot before she even opens her lips to reply back and she's sure that Margaery is making just as useful observations about her too simultaneously. Luckily; despite how much Elon thinks she's noticed, she is in fact oblivious to the other cat's distance because she has no point of comparison to how involved she would normally be. [b]"Hi. I'm not starving anymore so I'd say that's a great positive. As long as I get food, I think I''ll be just fine." Everything else is secondary really. Elon smiles her lopsided smile then sighs soft from a slight discomfort in her belly as she's still recovering. "You're Suiteheart's wife, aren't you?" People talk and she listens. "I met her and if I had a long lost sister, I would have thought I'd found her." The whole no-pupils thing none withstanding.

Her gaze moves then to an approaching figure and there's a glint of familiarity. She was staring the guy down just recently so he's right, of course she'd remember him when she saw him again. And she's just as envious and fascinated as the first time though she's better at hiding it this go around. "As in Gabriel, right?" She tilts her head to the side and smiles lazily, playfully. "As oppose to.. I dunno; Gabonitus, Gabenator, Gabelicious?" If she was aware of his suspicions she would be more cautious in how she acted, but it's not like she can suppress her personality that much anyway so perhaps it's better that she doesn't. His next words make her scoff and she shrugs hard enough to move her whole form before brushing her forehead with her paw. "No way. To wake up you need to sleep and how could I sleep with all of the attention I've been getting since I got here? I'm expecting an unsolicited proposal any day now." Definitely hamming it up, but she likes to joke because things hurt less when there's humor to be found. In this alien existence and all that came before it, it's a way to stay grounded. "What about you?" Proposals or just attention in general- she's certain his hybrid being has gotten him the second one anyways.

Carolina's appearance comes next and just pushes the feline's humor onward to the point that. The answer to the first question is clearly no and the second clearly yes, so she just decides to deflect them with a snicker. It's more like a cackle really but she would never admit to making a sound like that. "Are you mad that I called you cute or are you accepting it?" Carolina seems like one of those chicks that wants to be taken seriously but Elon can't managed serious all the time. Hell, she can't even manage it half the time, yet the leopard isn't chewing her head off for it right now so that has to be a good sign. Elon won't bring her dirty laundry up in public by asking her how she feels (that and she's sure she wouldn't get an honest answer anyway). Instead, Elon switches up by moving so that her belly is the ground and she can lift her head up high after a little wiggle of her delicate shoulder blades. "At attention, captain." It is intriguing to her to see how militaristic Carolina is, but considering Elon comes from a time where women were only considered useful enough to nurse on the battlefield, it never even occurs to her that Carolina could be an actual soldier of any sort.

Her picking is interrupted then by something about a melon? Elon blinks her empty eyes before moving them around to try to find the source of the little voice she just heard. When she spots the kitten, the white cat smiles with a innocent genuineness that almost doesn't look right on a face like hers. Just as quick it's corrupted though because of the pretty comment. "Oh! Finally it's acknowledged." She would have went with gorgeous, but she'll take pretty. Elon then raises her paw and waves back. "Hey Melody. What's up?" The shuffle of another set of paws catches her attention and she raises her fixes her eyes on this new, distracted looking feline. Elon blinks again like prior, waiting for him to say something and when he doesn't she clears her throat. Maybe he's shy. Or just a weirdo. Whatever he is, she'll give him the benefit of a doubt for now. "Uh, hey. I'm Elon."

For once then, she's thankful that the sound of bigger paws drums up across the grass. When she looks up at the smilodon looking down at her, all she can see is her reflection in his helmet. Well, that'll do just fine. She's not quite sure what she thinks about Wash for now and she attributes that to the fact that she hasn't bumped into him since her joining she believes. He was pretty taciturn then and seemed reluctant to go over there at all but he did anyway so that's an interesting mystery in itself. He did give her that morsel of food which was nice... "Oh, you, thanks for that chest bacon before." That's what she's going to call that jerky that came out of his armor anyway. If she knew they shared similar predicaments, then that would change how impartial she is. Her mentor once told her that the faces they wear doesn't change the impact that they leave on this world, but Elon doesn't want to accept that. She too wants her old form or at least the option to enter it. "Like I had said, it was just a diet," she quips. "And I just don't want to hunt... I don't enjoy killing." Ha, now that is a bold lie if she ever told one. Elon looks down at her paws, flexing out her claws quite capable of killing something small if she got lucky would like. "You know, I don't ever see you hunt either come to think of it." Oh yes, she's noticed that she's not the only one around here who either won't or can't hunt and my, my is that suspicious. A big guy like him not hauling in anything or at least a good portion seems very strange to her.