WATERFALLS COMING OUT YOUR MOUTH

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Time in the tavern had become a sort of respite, for one Roan Ó Foaláin-Roux. Ye wasn't as stressed as he had once been, a fact that he knew quite well. After all, he no longer had family members and friends stumbling onto his doorstep every other day, asking him for some kind of healing. In addition to that, he no longer had to be the sole medic of the entire group, or entertain visions of a past life that continued to haunt him. Ever since he had begun inhabiting his current zombified form, the heinous nightmares of days long passed had ceased, and he had little idea of when they would return. He hoped the answer would be never, since he had mostly made peace with the fact that he was a reincarnation of another soul. Despite this, he also knew himself to be his own soul. He was not only Musicbox Caddo, but he was also Roan, and Roan he would remain, until the day he died and passed onto the next life. He had given up on believing his soul would ever be at rest, so he could only hope that his next venture would be a little less stressful than the life of a sole medic.

Regardless of how much less stress he had to deal with nowadays, the tavern still represented an escape. Somewhere he could just cut loose and enjoy himself, while playing a few games of cards with those that he enjoyed the company of. He wasn't sure if gambling was something he had picked up from Michael, or just a trait that had evolved from himself, but it wasn't as if the stakes were very high. The games were just for fun, with the occasional gem or shiny shell being passed around from paw to paw. Roan had even made an attempt to try some of the drinks at the tavern, now that he was an adult, but that hadn't gone particularly well. He didn't like the taste of most alcohol, so he had ultimately ended up sticking with just basic water, and lots of cups of coffee. It was a little upsetting, to not be able to enjoy the same drinks as the others at the table, but it wasn't a huge loss. It wasn't as if he was looking to get particularly hammered, especially not while he still had a job to do – even with sages backing him up, Roan put a lot of weight on his own shoulders.

It wasn't exactly hard to spot Goldie while she was in the tavern, especially since so many greeted her with jovial grins on her way in. Despite this, Roan made no move to go over and talk to her, at least not at the moment. He was enjoying his game, and it wasn't as if he and his cousin didn't talk fairly often. They did, and that was why he knew she would probably be grateful for less eager faces swarming around her. He only seemed to be right, judging by the way she eventually drifted off to sleep. He snorted at the sight of it, but once again made no move to disturb her. She deserved some rest, and it wasn't as if anyone within The Typhoon dared to lay a paw on their captain while she was sleeping. They were no doubt a fun-loving group, especially going by their current prank war, but he didn't know too many that would try to prank the prone tigress. If anyone did, they would not only have her to deal with, but Roan as well, considering he kept shooting the occasional curious glance her way, just to make sure she was alright.

Of course, Roan's peaceful game of cards wouldn't last for much longer. He was unfortunately greeted with a sort of low and painful buzz in his ears, and he finally raised his gaze up when he heard gasps spread throughout the tavern. The sight of Guru caused him to freeze, but not because he knew her. He had only known Guru in the farthest of ways, only ever briefly hearing her name when the mention of his extended family came up. He had no connection to her, and only knew her as a faded name on their family tree. However, the fact that she was floating, and looked distinctly not alive was what caused him pause. Immediately his ears pinned back, and the zombie feline's gaze darted back over to Goldie. He was unsurprised to see her staring as well, although she looked more shocked and scared than he had ever seen her in the past. It was unnerving, and immediately the soothsayer found himself getting up, shoving away his cards as he strolled across the tavern. The phantom Guru's presence was unnerving, but he had dealt with nightmares before – even still, he found his jaw clenched unpleasantly as he walked.

Before long, Roan found himself beside his cousin, hesitating for only a moment before he reached a paw out. He aimed to press it gently against her shoulder, hoping that it would provide her with some kind of stability. As he did so, he spoke in a firm voice, hoping that he could rouse her from her stupor, "Goldie... Goldenluxury. I need you to look at me, please. She isn't real. I'm real. She's not. Look." He needed her to snap out of this, knowing that it couldn't possibly be good for her mental health. The medic didn't know much about Guru, or her history with Goldie, but he did know a thing or two about nightmares, and ghosts that lingered in one's past. It was best not to dwell on them, and that was something that Roan was sure of.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan