CANNIBAL DINNER — DOUBLE CAPTURE

[rochelle]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana;"]Fischer did her best to keep out of the situation of the Typhoon and the Ascendants. Of course, she prepared herself to heal and care for those that got injured on their antics with raiding and capturing, but that was about it. She was blind, and it wasn't like she was ever looking to fight to begin with. The politics about it, though, was a moot point. The Typhoon were raiders and robbers, they looted and pirated like there was no tomorrow, it would be uncharacteristic to suggest not to do so. Above all, Fischer knew the Typhoon was about freedom and expression to be oneself, so as much as someone might encourage her to be a bit more physical and violent, they wouldn't tread, and neither would she. It was a natural harmony.

Still, the scent of the Ascendants alarmed the black smoke, who instantly stood on all fours, whiskers swaying about. Her snout was turned towards the air, trying to pin point where the scent was coming from. Intruders? Or captures? It was hard for her to tell, until she recognized Pincher's presence. Her attention switched to Owen though, who earned a confused look from Fischer. "I'm ... I'm pretty sure they're from the Ascendants ..." She murmured, a bit blankly, but having no tone of malice or superiority. The lack of her sight was making it a bit difficult to catch the humor in the other's tone, leading to her to wonder how he didn't know they were Ascendants. Oh Fischer, with time she would get back on track.