08-20-2019, 09:43 PM
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GOLDENLUXURY ROUX
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
information — plottingBEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
Oh Gods, how long was she unconscious?
Being greeted with two new faces was both a welcoming sight, as well as a bit overwhelming, especially since both very clearly made their presences known. She sets down her drink, wincing as the others acted out in front of her, bringing up some conversation over her methods of grabbing coconut juice. She glances silently towards the tree, then back to the two strangers in front of her. "I was dehydrated." She would state simply at first, voice strained and cracking. This was not an ideal state to be meeting Goldenluxury Roux in - normally she would not seem so pathetically frail. Thinking of words to say is difficult for once, and she sort of just wants to go into her room in the submarine and hide away for the day - write down notes and plans to remain productive. At least that'd keep her from having to speak out with her damaged throat. Maybe she could slip away right now, while their minds were stuck on coconuts.
The captain is a little too popular for her own good, unfortunately. (That is, after all, what had gotten her this injury in the first place. Stories mean friends and enemies alike judge you without even meeting you.)
At the very least, this face is familiar, and brings a certain softness out of even her weary, confused, injured state. The female huffs silently, feathered ear tips now pointed towards Suvi. "Jus' peachy." She'd croak out jokingly, flashing a weak smile. And then another catches her attention. Dammit, what the fuck? She brings up a paw to rub the side of her face as her apprentice comes into view. Scolding hitting her causes her head to instinctively tilt backwards slightly, but she immediately winces and grits her teeth from the movement, letting out a cough. "How many days?" Goldie would mutter towards Idyll, the tips of her mouth twitching. Finally, an ever familiar figure behind her, offering a familiar service - one she had taken up in the past. "Is' not that bad." She'd mumble in response, sighing silently. The biggest part was the fact she had bled so much. It was so fucking inconvenient. She could walk, her body was just drained (literally).
Being greeted with two new faces was both a welcoming sight, as well as a bit overwhelming, especially since both very clearly made their presences known. She sets down her drink, wincing as the others acted out in front of her, bringing up some conversation over her methods of grabbing coconut juice. She glances silently towards the tree, then back to the two strangers in front of her. "I was dehydrated." She would state simply at first, voice strained and cracking. This was not an ideal state to be meeting Goldenluxury Roux in - normally she would not seem so pathetically frail. Thinking of words to say is difficult for once, and she sort of just wants to go into her room in the submarine and hide away for the day - write down notes and plans to remain productive. At least that'd keep her from having to speak out with her damaged throat. Maybe she could slip away right now, while their minds were stuck on coconuts.
The captain is a little too popular for her own good, unfortunately. (That is, after all, what had gotten her this injury in the first place. Stories mean friends and enemies alike judge you without even meeting you.)
At the very least, this face is familiar, and brings a certain softness out of even her weary, confused, injured state. The female huffs silently, feathered ear tips now pointed towards Suvi. "Jus' peachy." She'd croak out jokingly, flashing a weak smile. And then another catches her attention. Dammit, what the fuck? She brings up a paw to rub the side of her face as her apprentice comes into view. Scolding hitting her causes her head to instinctively tilt backwards slightly, but she immediately winces and grits her teeth from the movement, letting out a cough. "How many days?" Goldie would mutter towards Idyll, the tips of her mouth twitching. Finally, an ever familiar figure behind her, offering a familiar service - one she had taken up in the past. "Is' not that bad." She'd mumble in response, sighing silently. The biggest part was the fact she had bled so much. It was so fucking inconvenient. She could walk, her body was just drained (literally).
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.