BEATRICE
[edit: me realizing i never replied to y'all ooc ajdhalsjkdha
i love y'all and thanks for the welcome!! <33]
It hadn't taken long for the first of the pirates to arrive. The individual that greeted her was young, no more than a mere child. Something stirred within her chest; Greg would be about their age. Even so, Greg and Aita could not be more different. Aita was quiet and tired in appearance. Greg had always been lively. And despite having always scolded him for singing and carrying on loudly, she would have given anything to hear him messing around again. "Oh, hello. And thank you...?" she replied, trailing off at the end as Aita had not offered their name. Beatrice offered them a tiny smile.
Luciferus stepped forward next. Beatrice had seen him around camp when she resided in the Typhoon last, but she had never spoken to him. The power that radiated from the mighty beast ignited something within her: curiosity about who he was and then need to secure his soul for the Beast. Perhaps then she might obtain more information regarding the whereabouts of her friends. Even so, as soon as the thought entered her mind, it exited. She couldn't - she wouldn't take the souls of her groupmates. "Nice to officially meet you, Lucifer. And thank you."
Caesar strolled over, and with him, came an odd familiarity. She had interacted with him a handful of times; he was a hard character to forget. Besides, they had been promoted to Privateer alongside one another. "Nice to see you again, Caesar. It'd be difficult to forget you even if I wanted to," she admitted, a wry smile burning on her lips. She did note the new title to his name. Officer. He seemed to have been working hard.
The next individual to greet her was a she-wolf who, like the Aita, she had never met before. Cooper eyes were momentarily distracted by the tiny basket of wares: potted flowers and succulents. Beatrice had never been the best at keeping plants alive, but she couldn't help but wonder if Vandal happened to be a green-thumb. The mention of trouble caused her to snort in amusement. Trouble followed Beatrice like a shadow - or a bluebird. "Thank you, it's a pleasure, Vandal. I don't think I'll be steering clear of you though; I'm not afraid of much."
i love y'all and thanks for the welcome!! <33]
It hadn't taken long for the first of the pirates to arrive. The individual that greeted her was young, no more than a mere child. Something stirred within her chest; Greg would be about their age. Even so, Greg and Aita could not be more different. Aita was quiet and tired in appearance. Greg had always been lively. And despite having always scolded him for singing and carrying on loudly, she would have given anything to hear him messing around again. "Oh, hello. And thank you...?" she replied, trailing off at the end as Aita had not offered their name. Beatrice offered them a tiny smile.
Luciferus stepped forward next. Beatrice had seen him around camp when she resided in the Typhoon last, but she had never spoken to him. The power that radiated from the mighty beast ignited something within her: curiosity about who he was and then need to secure his soul for the Beast. Perhaps then she might obtain more information regarding the whereabouts of her friends. Even so, as soon as the thought entered her mind, it exited. She couldn't - she wouldn't take the souls of her groupmates. "Nice to officially meet you, Lucifer. And thank you."
Caesar strolled over, and with him, came an odd familiarity. She had interacted with him a handful of times; he was a hard character to forget. Besides, they had been promoted to Privateer alongside one another. "Nice to see you again, Caesar. It'd be difficult to forget you even if I wanted to," she admitted, a wry smile burning on her lips. She did note the new title to his name. Officer. He seemed to have been working hard.
The next individual to greet her was a she-wolf who, like the Aita, she had never met before. Cooper eyes were momentarily distracted by the tiny basket of wares: potted flowers and succulents. Beatrice had never been the best at keeping plants alive, but she couldn't help but wonder if Vandal happened to be a green-thumb. The mention of trouble caused her to snort in amusement. Trouble followed Beatrice like a shadow - or a bluebird. "Thank you, it's a pleasure, Vandal. I don't think I'll be steering clear of you though; I'm not afraid of much."
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[glow=black,10,100]YOUR EYES ARE A THOUSAND TIMES DEEPER THAN THE SKY[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]AND I AM A TINY STAR, FALLING FOR ALL TIME
beatrice | grounded | sage | the typhoon