08-14-2020, 02:18 AM
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*･ﾟ✧ / BETA / 08 MONTHS
Georgia liked to think that out of everyone in the Typhoon, she had known Michael the longest; he was cool and chill and dad-ly...and she was more or less using him as a stand in father figure. One warm smile her way and she could cry, more or less. Even though it was a double-edged sword — she did her best to ignore it and put herself through the motions. She didn’t have a bond with him the way she did with her father; she didn’t even know that much about him. In fact, he probably didn’t look at her like a daughter at all. Which was...fine, honestly, it would be strange to have an acquaintance of a week or two look at her like that.
Still, Georgia found herself trotting after Paola, seeking a wrestling match. Sparring with Pao was nice because Georgia never experienced the sinking feeling of loneliness afterwards; her curse never dug it’s claws in, unlike how it was after her match with Seapaw. Maybe it was because they shared a mentor, and because of that logistic, it was almost business-like. Or a distraction. She really couldn’t tell.
She ended up beside the black feline, watching Michael, Jaime, and Aphra. Michael was throwing out drinks, apparently, and Paola was congratulating him on...kids? How interesting.
”I mean,” Georgia flicked her gaze towards the white feline. “The less unwanted Ciphers, the better.” She shrugged, idly sticking her tongue out at the lady. Yeah, she’d heard the rumors; the whispers. Gia had seen Aphra around, asked a few folks why she seemed so grumpy, and had the name Cipher tossed over her head a few times too many. Georgia was definitely one to go looking for a fight, and she really didn’t hold her punches. Aphra Cipher would be a fun bone to pick if she ever got the chance.
Still. ”You’re telling me we have to deal with mini Michaels’?” Georgia whined, though it was clearly in good nature. “I don’t know, that seems like too many.”
Still, Georgia found herself trotting after Paola, seeking a wrestling match. Sparring with Pao was nice because Georgia never experienced the sinking feeling of loneliness afterwards; her curse never dug it’s claws in, unlike how it was after her match with Seapaw. Maybe it was because they shared a mentor, and because of that logistic, it was almost business-like. Or a distraction. She really couldn’t tell.
She ended up beside the black feline, watching Michael, Jaime, and Aphra. Michael was throwing out drinks, apparently, and Paola was congratulating him on...kids? How interesting.
”I mean,” Georgia flicked her gaze towards the white feline. “The less unwanted Ciphers, the better.” She shrugged, idly sticking her tongue out at the lady. Yeah, she’d heard the rumors; the whispers. Gia had seen Aphra around, asked a few folks why she seemed so grumpy, and had the name Cipher tossed over her head a few times too many. Georgia was definitely one to go looking for a fight, and she really didn’t hold her punches. Aphra Cipher would be a fun bone to pick if she ever got the chance.
Still. ”You’re telling me we have to deal with mini Michaels’?” Georgia whined, though it was clearly in good nature. “I don’t know, that seems like too many.”
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*:･ﾟ✧ — georgia sarris-rosi — demigod of the sea — tags