08-25-2020, 12:45 PM
[shadow=black,left]PAOLA VASQUEZ[/shadow]
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The sound of pawsteps makes her ears twitch, and for a fleeting second, Paola fears that it may be the creature again, coming back to finish her off. She turns, fur beginning to bristle, but quickly relaxes with an audible sigh when she recognizes Seapaw making his approach.
She accepts his gentle nudge with a rumbling purr, still wary but clearly comforted by the presence of a familiar face. At his question, Paola lets out a short, disgruntled huff, candidly answering, "Honestly? That was horrible, why is that a thing? I would have thought it'd be, I don't know, hallucinating something artful, maybe, but no! It was if you took a nightmare and mixed it with a very bad time."
Despite her complaint, a wrinkle of a smile appears on her muzzle, trying to comfort Seapaw and show him that he's still okay, somehow, vaguely—she's a fighter, and she might be scared now but she'll probably end up laughing about it... eventually, possibly, if she finds enough stupid things to distract herself with.
At Michael's sudden appearance, Paola feels even more comfortable, quickly crawling towards the coyote's side and pressing her smaller, shivering form to his side. She ponders his offered reassurance for a moment and nods, but then shakes her head. "It felt real—the woman's voice, it's someone I knew, I just can't..." Paola trails off, unsure how to explain just how familiar the voice had sounded. "I've heard it before, but—but you're right. Maybe the voice is real and I've heard it before, but nobody's here now. It's just the wretched jungle juice."
Despite the admission, a part of her continues to wish that it had been real, a part that she doesn't recognize. She doesn't know how and she doesn't know why, but something in her chest aches at the memory of the voice—aches as if she'd lost something important to her and found it, only to lose it again. Another part of her fears that it might be the last time she'll ever hear the voice again, and she recognizes that it's irrational but she's terrified all the same.
So terrified that, at Devland's arrival, she immediately rushes towards him, quickly wrapping her forearms around his neck and burying her face into his shoulder. "I am now that you're here," she murmurs in a jokingly flirty manner, taking a deep breath before stepping away, but only by a fraction. She's trembling, still, but being surrounded by so many familiar people is enough for her to catch her footing and anchor herself to the present, to the real, to home. "Jungle Juice? 3/10, I don't recommend it."
Then Aphra arrives... and Paola surprisingly lets out a loud albeit breathless laugh, her whole body shaking with each amused sound. "Yes, both of those are true," she concedes, clearly unbothered by the insult but rather agreeing that maybe, possibly, certainly doing the ritual has to be the dumbest thing she's ever done in her life—and that's saying something, given her lifestyle of 'try the idiot thing now, deal with the idiot consequences later.'
The sound of Seapaw's voice catches her attention. She opens her jaws to allay her friend's fears, because really, she won't deny what she is, but the sight of the water streaking out and hurtling towards Aphra is enough to immediately fascinate the teenager. Without second thought, a trembling paw sweeps out to mimick his gesture, but she must have done something wrong, because instead of forming into a fine streak of water, it creates an unsightly globule instead, floating shakily in the air before dropping, accidentally aimed at Seapaw's head. "Seapaw, look out!"
[table][tr][td]She accepts his gentle nudge with a rumbling purr, still wary but clearly comforted by the presence of a familiar face. At his question, Paola lets out a short, disgruntled huff, candidly answering, "Honestly? That was horrible, why is that a thing? I would have thought it'd be, I don't know, hallucinating something artful, maybe, but no! It was if you took a nightmare and mixed it with a very bad time."
Despite her complaint, a wrinkle of a smile appears on her muzzle, trying to comfort Seapaw and show him that he's still okay, somehow, vaguely—she's a fighter, and she might be scared now but she'll probably end up laughing about it... eventually, possibly, if she finds enough stupid things to distract herself with.
At Michael's sudden appearance, Paola feels even more comfortable, quickly crawling towards the coyote's side and pressing her smaller, shivering form to his side. She ponders his offered reassurance for a moment and nods, but then shakes her head. "It felt real—the woman's voice, it's someone I knew, I just can't..." Paola trails off, unsure how to explain just how familiar the voice had sounded. "I've heard it before, but—but you're right. Maybe the voice is real and I've heard it before, but nobody's here now. It's just the wretched jungle juice."
Despite the admission, a part of her continues to wish that it had been real, a part that she doesn't recognize. She doesn't know how and she doesn't know why, but something in her chest aches at the memory of the voice—aches as if she'd lost something important to her and found it, only to lose it again. Another part of her fears that it might be the last time she'll ever hear the voice again, and she recognizes that it's irrational but she's terrified all the same.
So terrified that, at Devland's arrival, she immediately rushes towards him, quickly wrapping her forearms around his neck and burying her face into his shoulder. "I am now that you're here," she murmurs in a jokingly flirty manner, taking a deep breath before stepping away, but only by a fraction. She's trembling, still, but being surrounded by so many familiar people is enough for her to catch her footing and anchor herself to the present, to the real, to home. "Jungle Juice? 3/10, I don't recommend it."
Then Aphra arrives... and Paola surprisingly lets out a loud albeit breathless laugh, her whole body shaking with each amused sound. "Yes, both of those are true," she concedes, clearly unbothered by the insult but rather agreeing that maybe, possibly, certainly doing the ritual has to be the dumbest thing she's ever done in her life—and that's saying something, given her lifestyle of 'try the idiot thing now, deal with the idiot consequences later.'
The sound of Seapaw's voice catches her attention. She opens her jaws to allay her friend's fears, because really, she won't deny what she is, but the sight of the water streaking out and hurtling towards Aphra is enough to immediately fascinate the teenager. Without second thought, a trembling paw sweeps out to mimick his gesture, but she must have done something wrong, because instead of forming into a fine streak of water, it creates an unsightly globule instead, floating shakily in the air before dropping, accidentally aimed at Seapaw's head. "Seapaw, look out!"
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