elysium visitor [★] the reckless, the wild youth

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I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA

THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME

ϟ GOLDENLUXURY "GOLDIE" ROUX ϟ
noun
ϟ the clash between the eye and the raging storms. ϟ the healing warmth of the sun and the raw brutality of the seas. ϟ the self-fulfilling prophecy and the stolen future. ϟ
"I AM GOLDENLUXURY ROUX."

BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA

BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.

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Goldie more so found politics boring than she had ever found them to be scary. Sure, she may worry times that she may be making the wrong move, but she was confident in her abilities. She has learned well from her papa. Politics are simply a game, and she was going to win it. The female was still not so happy with Elysium, but they'd been given supplies back, so she didn't care enough to raid them. They had bigger problems to worry about, not that she was allowing her crewmates to know she was thinking about them. Not yet. For all they know, she's long forgotten Jervis and the Pitt. Once again, it is politics at work. She has strategy. Nonetheless, when she found the scent of Elysium entering her nose as she nears the Railroad Gate, she would find herself surprised, and a little bothered. She would rather not deal with them right now - not with everything else that was happening at the moment. Hopefully this would go over quick.

The tiger held her head high as she approached, cold eyes looking over Tena quietly. Did she know this female? She couldn't find herself recognizing her. Goldie decided it was not so important to figure out right now. "Hello," she greets in her sharp voice, tone neutral as she looks down to the female. "What brings ya t' the Typhoon?"

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