08-06-2019, 02:56 PM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
[align=center]Fortunate for Rin, one of Goldenluxury's specialties happened to be chatting in the middle of the God damn night. It was how she got through most of them as a child. The tigress had gotten long used to the sleepless nights and, while she was doing better, by at least giving herself power naps of sorts in a timely manner, it likely was not very healthy. She was clearly already starting to grow exhausted. But, could anyone blame her? The events kept colliding into each other. The thread of war grew closer each day. She knew better than to simply sit idle and believe that the Pitt would not retaliate. They would - she is sure of it - it was just a matter of when, and if it would occur before Crow, potentially Tena, and her could take them down. Stryker was out there wandering around somewhere. The lion had been left alive for far too fucking long, and she wants to find him. The Gods had sent her several messages to decipher - one she is still trying to figure out. A German word, certainly, had been chanted at her, and she could tell it started with an H, but that is as far as she the Gaelic girl had gotten. They gave her water elementals. They displayed her papa in chains. Her papa was supposed to return. She couldn't miss that. Perhaps that would be the Pitt's retaliation, somehow. Something to do with that.
The captain didn't know. She didn't plan to figure it all out, either, but she would at the very least make things were sorted if they were to go any which direction she could come up with. Preparation and brainstorming took a majority of her time spent in her room and, honestly, it was exhausting. She was tired of strategy. She just wanted to go apeshit. It was too time consuming, too thought provoking. The female pushed herself away from it when she'd felt the thoughts spiraling too far to focus. She needn't concern herself over things that didn't relate to the crew and their success right now, and her mind was always trying to distract her with ideas that she had buried a long time ago. She was just angry now. No other negative emotion let her be so productive. So, she would release some of that so-called anger, and do something productive.
The captain exited her room, staring out to the docks around her, looking to the large Tempest next to her living quarters. She would reach out her paws and attempt to push the water, gently focusing on it at first, so used to her powers coming too strong in the beginning, only to realize that was accomplishing nothing. So, the tigress tries again, but more pressure this time. Still, nothing, though. One more time. With feeling! And, finally, the water pushes into a small wave, rustling the seas around it ever so slightly. She sighs, staring out to the reflective ocean. Perhaps the nicest thing to say about these times was that, despite everything, she got to spend time by the sea. Even more time, arguably, being that it would be the main place for her to build her skills with her new power. The daughter of the sea always lived between two worlds, desiring to become a fish. Maybe the Gods were attempting to connect her to this lifelong goal, as closely as they could. Nonetheless, it was clear she would need to do things a little backwards when it comes to this new power. Rather than controlling the strength it already contained, she had to reveal it in a sense, and learn to control that. The female would reach one of her paws off of the docks and run it through the water gently, only to find the liquid clinging to her fur in a much thicker manner than it would if her fur was just absorbing it. It sat upon her paw, and suddenly she spots sparks flying out of her paw, similar to how her body would react to getting wet when she was still learning to handle her electric elementals.
The female shakes her paws, attempting to get the water off of her, only to result in various droplets floating within the air, still conducting the electricity emanating from her paws, causing it to travel farther. She stares at the light show in front of her silently for a moment, her fur sticking up slightly from the static and discovery. The captain grits her teeth, huffing slightly, pulling her paw closer to her back and then to the wooden dock she sat upon. The water then drops, her fur completely dry and sparks naturally zapping away. Perhaps for now she should avoid getting wet. She's too worn to be counting on her built control over her powers for now, clearly, as the electricity had exited her paws without her meaning it to. She shakes her head. Maybe she ought to do something else for a little while. She could go to the lighthouse, read up on German, try to figure out what it was those voices had been chanting to her. She could collect herbs for their stores. She could do a quick round about the island. Her wings extend and she walks a few steps before beginning to flap them and taking flight.
Goldie starts off high, gliding down slowly as she moves closer to the jungles that took over a large portion of their island, her glowing eyes looking down to the world below her, and then to the volcano. There is not much activity, aside from a few crewmates wandering about themselves, nocturnal creatures making way through their regular nights, and the gentle peaceful quiet of their island. She angles herself downward, gently floating closer to the trees as she extends her claws to help land. She was watching the trees carefully, not wishing to land on one that contained a treehouse so that she wouldn't potentially bother a crewmate, but coincidentally would land just next to Rin's place of rest. The tigress looks down from the top of the tree, seeing through the leaves a figure. The female methodically hops down the branches, ending up just a few feet away from Rin's own treehouse. "You're up late," she'd comment casually. If it hadn't been obvious before, it would become increasingly clear to the Elysium member there was little chance the captain of the Typhoon ever slept. Did she need it? Maybe being the daughter of the sea means she needn't rest like regular mortal creatures. However, her tired eyes would declare the truth.
The captain didn't know. She didn't plan to figure it all out, either, but she would at the very least make things were sorted if they were to go any which direction she could come up with. Preparation and brainstorming took a majority of her time spent in her room and, honestly, it was exhausting. She was tired of strategy. She just wanted to go apeshit. It was too time consuming, too thought provoking. The female pushed herself away from it when she'd felt the thoughts spiraling too far to focus. She needn't concern herself over things that didn't relate to the crew and their success right now, and her mind was always trying to distract her with ideas that she had buried a long time ago. She was just angry now. No other negative emotion let her be so productive. So, she would release some of that so-called anger, and do something productive.
The captain exited her room, staring out to the docks around her, looking to the large Tempest next to her living quarters. She would reach out her paws and attempt to push the water, gently focusing on it at first, so used to her powers coming too strong in the beginning, only to realize that was accomplishing nothing. So, the tigress tries again, but more pressure this time. Still, nothing, though. One more time. With feeling! And, finally, the water pushes into a small wave, rustling the seas around it ever so slightly. She sighs, staring out to the reflective ocean. Perhaps the nicest thing to say about these times was that, despite everything, she got to spend time by the sea. Even more time, arguably, being that it would be the main place for her to build her skills with her new power. The daughter of the sea always lived between two worlds, desiring to become a fish. Maybe the Gods were attempting to connect her to this lifelong goal, as closely as they could. Nonetheless, it was clear she would need to do things a little backwards when it comes to this new power. Rather than controlling the strength it already contained, she had to reveal it in a sense, and learn to control that. The female would reach one of her paws off of the docks and run it through the water gently, only to find the liquid clinging to her fur in a much thicker manner than it would if her fur was just absorbing it. It sat upon her paw, and suddenly she spots sparks flying out of her paw, similar to how her body would react to getting wet when she was still learning to handle her electric elementals.
The female shakes her paws, attempting to get the water off of her, only to result in various droplets floating within the air, still conducting the electricity emanating from her paws, causing it to travel farther. She stares at the light show in front of her silently for a moment, her fur sticking up slightly from the static and discovery. The captain grits her teeth, huffing slightly, pulling her paw closer to her back and then to the wooden dock she sat upon. The water then drops, her fur completely dry and sparks naturally zapping away. Perhaps for now she should avoid getting wet. She's too worn to be counting on her built control over her powers for now, clearly, as the electricity had exited her paws without her meaning it to. She shakes her head. Maybe she ought to do something else for a little while. She could go to the lighthouse, read up on German, try to figure out what it was those voices had been chanting to her. She could collect herbs for their stores. She could do a quick round about the island. Her wings extend and she walks a few steps before beginning to flap them and taking flight.
Goldie starts off high, gliding down slowly as she moves closer to the jungles that took over a large portion of their island, her glowing eyes looking down to the world below her, and then to the volcano. There is not much activity, aside from a few crewmates wandering about themselves, nocturnal creatures making way through their regular nights, and the gentle peaceful quiet of their island. She angles herself downward, gently floating closer to the trees as she extends her claws to help land. She was watching the trees carefully, not wishing to land on one that contained a treehouse so that she wouldn't potentially bother a crewmate, but coincidentally would land just next to Rin's place of rest. The tigress looks down from the top of the tree, seeing through the leaves a figure. The female methodically hops down the branches, ending up just a few feet away from Rin's own treehouse. "You're up late," she'd comment casually. If it hadn't been obvious before, it would become increasingly clear to the Elysium member there was little chance the captain of the Typhoon ever slept. Did she need it? Maybe being the daughter of the sea means she needn't rest like regular mortal creatures. However, her tired eyes would declare the truth.
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.