08-26-2020, 05:05 AM
[shadow=black,left]PAOLA VASQUEZ[/shadow]
[table][tr][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]I just wanna taste it; Watermelon sugar high!
Paola isn't sure what she's doing at the sage tryouts. She knows about washing wounds and bandaging them, but anything else is completely unknown to her—how she's still alive with such poor knowledge of treatment and such an active lifestyle is beyond even her. She should probably be dead, but the gods, whoever they may be, seem to think it's funny to keep resurrecting her... but never give her any knowledge to keep that from happening.
Gods are so useless.
Paola decides that maybe she should just take care of it all by herself, and so she has her answer: she'd probably be the worst sage in the history of sages, but that isn't her goal—she wants to learn (somehow) how to heal herself (alternatively, not have to resort to dying and being resurrected by unknown powers who clearly want to fuck with her) and attending one of Roan's trainings would be the perfect way to get her up to speed.
"Count me in," Paola pipes up as she takes a seat next to Lawkit, offering both him and Roan a friendly grin in greeting. "Only for training, though. I'd probably make a horrible sage." Or maybe she wouldn't, maybe she'd actually be good at it and she just doesn't know it yet—nah, she'd probably be the worst at it. Gods save the Typhoon if she were ever to become one, considering the fact that the only piece of medical advice she could consciously give is don't bleed out.
[table][tr][td]Gods are so useless.
Paola decides that maybe she should just take care of it all by herself, and so she has her answer: she'd probably be the worst sage in the history of sages, but that isn't her goal—she wants to learn (somehow) how to heal herself (alternatively, not have to resort to dying and being resurrected by unknown powers who clearly want to fuck with her) and attending one of Roan's trainings would be the perfect way to get her up to speed.
"Count me in," Paola pipes up as she takes a seat next to Lawkit, offering both him and Roan a friendly grin in greeting. "Only for training, though. I'd probably make a horrible sage." Or maybe she wouldn't, maybe she'd actually be good at it and she just doesn't know it yet—nah, she'd probably be the worst at it. Gods save the Typhoon if she were ever to become one, considering the fact that the only piece of medical advice she could consciously give is don't bleed out.
10 MOONS
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[/td][td]TYPHOON
[/td][td]SHE/HER
[/td][td]© AUDACITY
[/td][/tr][/table] BABY'S GOT A FACE LIKE THUNDER: