10-20-2018, 05:46 PM
//It's fine for him to see Thea's, and possibly recognize her aura or her even if she doesn't remember him much. It's a clouded red, with bits of black licking the surface, which are the darker essences trapped in her aura.
The kitsune was next to approach, pupiless eyes settling on Ichigo, who seemed quite a bit familiar with Lucifer and some others, flitting over to his sword, tempted to ask if he was a fighter, or just carried that as a deterrent to ensure people thought twice before attacking him. "You're in the Typhoon, mister. I don't know whether we've met before or not. I'm Thea!" She chirped, starting off with an answer to his question, ignoring the images in the back of her mind, moving too quickly for her to even consider deciphering them and their importance to her. Did she know him? Or at least, had she, in some other life? She was never really sure how many lives she had lived, it could've easily just been her past one, or countless others, so it was difficult to place where he fit into those extra puzzle pieces. Hence the reason her greeting wasn't 'It's a pleasure to meet you', yet also wasn't, 'Hey, here's my life story, and you'll sit and listen to all of it, then tell me if you knew me in a past life, because I think you're familiar'. Surely, if these memories were correct, then they'd know her, if they knew her past self well enough? Or maybe it's all fabricated. I don't even know anymore.
It frustrated her to no end, knowing that she had some knowledge on this person, but couldn't access it. It teased her, not knowing what she had done. If she was ever a good person. She certainly wasn't, not in this life. But was it possible she had made people happy with her presence at one point.
"Uh, the Typhoon's got a bit of a pirate-y feel, and I don't know much about allies or enemies, or much else, really."
The kitsune was next to approach, pupiless eyes settling on Ichigo, who seemed quite a bit familiar with Lucifer and some others, flitting over to his sword, tempted to ask if he was a fighter, or just carried that as a deterrent to ensure people thought twice before attacking him. "You're in the Typhoon, mister. I don't know whether we've met before or not. I'm Thea!" She chirped, starting off with an answer to his question, ignoring the images in the back of her mind, moving too quickly for her to even consider deciphering them and their importance to her. Did she know him? Or at least, had she, in some other life? She was never really sure how many lives she had lived, it could've easily just been her past one, or countless others, so it was difficult to place where he fit into those extra puzzle pieces. Hence the reason her greeting wasn't 'It's a pleasure to meet you', yet also wasn't, 'Hey, here's my life story, and you'll sit and listen to all of it, then tell me if you knew me in a past life, because I think you're familiar'. Surely, if these memories were correct, then they'd know her, if they knew her past self well enough? Or maybe it's all fabricated. I don't even know anymore.
It frustrated her to no end, knowing that she had some knowledge on this person, but couldn't access it. It teased her, not knowing what she had done. If she was ever a good person. She certainly wasn't, not in this life. But was it possible she had made people happy with her presence at one point.
"Uh, the Typhoon's got a bit of a pirate-y feel, and I don't know much about allies or enemies, or much else, really."
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I'll give up on giving up
[i]and get the world on my side
Thea — Nora — Adara