stand and rise again - amnesia

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Feza's expression scrunched up a little when Wormwood turned and came closer. She felt as if she was supposed to be feeling.. something. What that something was, she couldn't fully grasp. It wasn't as if her memory allowed for her to remember such a thing - lots had been blocked out and she was not able to access them. Her face was scrunched up in confusion rather nerves, confusion rather anger, dazed and confused. The snow leopard lifted a paw. "I'm supposed to be grey and silver and black, though. Not.. whatever these colors are. I don't feel sticky but I know there's gotta be paint on me, because I can't normally look like this." Maybe it had been those boxes that she had woken up from being under. Her tail flicked sharply behind her, bringing it closer so she could use her paw to point. "I haven't tried getting it off yet. That's, that's why I asked for the paint cleaner. To get it off." Yet the other had said that she normally looked like this. It was odd, that she couldn't remember. Feza decided to pin that under her small and winged structure rather than her colors.

Her head turned when Crowley approached. Of course, she was no owl, and when circled her head couldn't follow suit entirely. "Er.. maybe? Since it's not sticky. I, yea, I don't know. Solid maybe." An ear flicked, then a paw raising to rub her head. "A little sore, yea, yea, but I don't think I've hit my head on anything. Well, no, I do have to kinda headbut and shoulder my door to get it open. It's very heavy." Her small stature didn't allow her to open doors with ease. It was in addition to her weaker than normal physical strength, where she could be overpowered in an instance's notice and easily taken care of in a battle. Her wings shifted a little, in a way that certainly seemed uncomfortable - with the limbs, as if she had not had them for the extended period of time that she claimed to. "It is a little sore though. I'm feeling okay otherwise. Maybe tired? That's probably it." Feza then admitted, wincing and lowering her paw away from her head.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY