07-09-2020, 12:23 PM
CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]
[ age mover of the oblivions ]
This would be Clony's second time experiencing rain. Don't get them wrong, they knew what it was. They'd found some old files long ago, reading up on how their enemies had fucked up the environment so bad that it didn't rain. It was always a blistering temperature, no escape from the dastardly deeds - in more ways than one. The only water was in the swamps. Elsewhere, pools of oil flowed where rainwater once collected. Pure green slime in other locations, and lava and thistles grew abundant. They'd only experienced rain once, and that was already after having arrived in Elysium. Absolutely amazed, they had been. A loss for words had graced them. This was the second time that they'd seen nature in all of her beauty. The rain had felt cool and nice and refreshing. They were aware of what had been robbed from them due to where they'd been made. All the more reason to fight against it, even if currently their duties fully resided in Elysium. Hopefully the other clones were still hard at work. They would expect nothing less from themself, their other selves that remained locked within the Badlands.
Clony could read. They had lots of random talents, summed up from having to adapt and survive in a crazy environment that changed on the daily. Reading signs about where they were heading, what was likely to be up ahead? Such was likely how they were still alive. Small talons hopped over to investigate the sign, giving Marr a passing glance. Suppressed a surge of detestment for the other's colors, assuring themself that the other was not one and the same with the very same beings that had made Clony never experience rain before. "You're soaked," they chatter with the twitch of an ear. Pearly eyes fall back to the sign, slowly turning the words over. Tea? That word felt familiar. Their mind searched to try and remember why. When they couldn't, it was as simple as chalking it up to another self knowing and, therefore, it being somewhat tucked in their own memories. The bat gives themself a rough shake, sending the droplets of water that had collected on their form flying. Once they deemed themself marginally dry, a wing was used to nudge the door open, ears raised with interest. "What kinda tea you got made in here?" Clony asks, hopping inside the other's home.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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