TWITCH PLAYS BEASTS OF BEYOND // joiner?

[GEORGIA.]

Georgia could tolerate confidence. She could even admire egotism and its nicer qualities. She had some herself - had some qualities that people might not enjoy. Didn't matter much, though; opinions sort of fell apart in her struggle to understand the difference between mortality and immortality, divine and mortal. When she had her head on straight, futile arguments seemed really rather below her; however, when her emotions were skewed or biased, she had every right to act accordingly - petulantly, pettishly.

As it was with the screaming, Georgia wasn't far from the scene (she was never far from the beach anyway) and had felt a really very odd disturbance in the waters. She'd been on her way when the noise really picked up, but she couldn't be bothered to pick up her pace.

When the feline did break the treeline, she found quite the entertainment. As the sea creature babbled, Georgia chose a moment of break to interject with, "Yknow, I can't believe that thing talks, but Ament doesn't. Fascinating." Not fascinating. Funny. Very funny.

Michael and Keona - someone she was unfamiliar with - seemed defensive. That made Gia smile, too, because Lord; someone could hit it and it would be killed. Just pry him out of his shell; see who's proclaiming lordliness then. She considered. "Now, hang on - just let Ament eat him." She all but purred, her amusement bubbling close to the surface. "Would sure as hell save us a lot of trouble."