07-26-2018, 07:34 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
religion was an interesting thing to the girl. she claimed to believe in what her papa did, though she did not necessarily try to enforce it over her lifestyle or even pray. she felt that everything was happening for one reason or another, though. she did believe that - even if she did not always understand that reason. she felt believing on her own time should be enough. she was already working hard for everyone on the ground, so surely any god or higher being would understand that.
the girl avoided being out in the rain due to her electric elementals. if the environment around her got too wet, they would start to spread in it similar to lightning striking water. she didn't quite know how to control them and she felt it was safer and easier if she just stayed out of it for now. she hoped she could figure out a solution soon enough, though, because it made things much harder. she couldn't even go swimming or even very close to the shore anymore because of it.
she stayed inside of the submarine with flynn until the rain did clear, playing with her new companion and trying to teach him new tricks. he knew his name by now, so now she wanted to see if she could teach him to fetch something for her. it was a process, but they were getting there. both her and the eagle were getting tired of this now, and since the rain had mostly cleared, she figured it'd be nice to go on her walk with him now. she sniffled, coughing a couple of times before heading out.
the beach was her favorite part of the island and it was easier to move around on the sand while her mobility was limited, so it wouldn't take her long to stumble across a couple of figures. her fur was still staticy due to the drizzle and her injuries would glow faintly beneath her bandages. she eyed the two, moving towards them to see who they were. she would quickly recognize fischer, but the other was a stranger - perhaps a new crewmate?
her steps were quiet as she grew close, eyeing fischer's body first. the female seemed to be...unconscious? she frowned, the young girl's features becoming worried. she gulped, trying to take in the whole situation. but, it was clear. she remembered the sight of the dead well. her papa's dead body would never leave her memory. the cold feeling, the stillness. she felt like she was going to throw up.
the sick girl's striking green eyes shot towards the stranger, now becoming suspicious. "who are you?" she demanded quickly, though her strained voice shook. she took a couple steps back, feeling a sort of panic start to trickle in. she remembered death too well. she didn't want to remember. she felt like crying. her breaths became quicker. "wh-wha-what happened to fi-fischer? did you d-do this?" the static around her pelt began to grow slightly with a sudden adrenaline entering her, making small sparks shoot out from her paws.
the girl avoided being out in the rain due to her electric elementals. if the environment around her got too wet, they would start to spread in it similar to lightning striking water. she didn't quite know how to control them and she felt it was safer and easier if she just stayed out of it for now. she hoped she could figure out a solution soon enough, though, because it made things much harder. she couldn't even go swimming or even very close to the shore anymore because of it.
she stayed inside of the submarine with flynn until the rain did clear, playing with her new companion and trying to teach him new tricks. he knew his name by now, so now she wanted to see if she could teach him to fetch something for her. it was a process, but they were getting there. both her and the eagle were getting tired of this now, and since the rain had mostly cleared, she figured it'd be nice to go on her walk with him now. she sniffled, coughing a couple of times before heading out.
the beach was her favorite part of the island and it was easier to move around on the sand while her mobility was limited, so it wouldn't take her long to stumble across a couple of figures. her fur was still staticy due to the drizzle and her injuries would glow faintly beneath her bandages. she eyed the two, moving towards them to see who they were. she would quickly recognize fischer, but the other was a stranger - perhaps a new crewmate?
her steps were quiet as she grew close, eyeing fischer's body first. the female seemed to be...unconscious? she frowned, the young girl's features becoming worried. she gulped, trying to take in the whole situation. but, it was clear. she remembered the sight of the dead well. her papa's dead body would never leave her memory. the cold feeling, the stillness. she felt like she was going to throw up.
the sick girl's striking green eyes shot towards the stranger, now becoming suspicious. "who are you?" she demanded quickly, though her strained voice shook. she took a couple steps back, feeling a sort of panic start to trickle in. she remembered death too well. she didn't want to remember. she felt like crying. her breaths became quicker. "wh-wha-what happened to fi-fischer? did you d-do this?" the static around her pelt began to grow slightly with a sudden adrenaline entering her, making small sparks shoot out from her paws.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.