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Rosemary slunk in the shadows, SNEAKING UNDER THE WAVES OF VIOLENCE AND PAWS, avoiding confrontation. The fighting erupted in earnest around her, fire and electricity bursting everywhere. The screams followed in short order, drowned out by growls and the click of weapons on weapons. She hated raids. The chaos fucked with her stress levels and prevented any level of mental clarity.
SHE GLANCED TO THE SHIP, FROWNING AS SHE SAW GOLDIE AND ROXANNE’S FIGURES IN THE DISTANCE. STRYKER AND NINAZU? SHE RECOGNIZED THE COALITION’S GURU BASED ON HER GREEN FIRE, AND THE TWO ALWAYS FOUGHT AGAINST THE TYPHOON IN A PAIR.
THE MEDIC KNEW BETTER THAN TO TRY AND ASSIST; SHE’D GET IN THE WAY, FUCK THINGS UP. SHE’D COME IN AFTER AND PATCH WHATEVER WOUNDS ROXANNE AND GOLDIE HAD, OF COURSE, BUT THE TWO NEEDED A CLEAR HEAD TO FIGHT WITH THOSE TWO RATS. HER FORKED TAIL LASHED. HELPLESS, SHE WAS HELPLESS IN A FIGHT, WHY DID SHE HAVE TO BE SO HELPLESS?
ROSEMARY’S EAR FLICKED. SHE NOTICED ANOTHER STARING AT THE SHIP, NOT FIVE METERS FROM HER LOCATION, AND CLEARLY A LION. HE WASN’T ANYONE IN THE TYPHOON SHE RECOGNIZED. DESPITE THE BLOOD AND CRACKLING ELEMENTS IN THE AIR, SHE SMELLED THE COALITION REAK ON HIM. FUCK, HE WASN’T GOING TO GET INVOLVED AND TURN THE TIDES AGAINST GOLDIE AND ROXIE ON THAT SHIP, RIGHT? FUCK NO. SHE WOULDN’T LET THAT HAPPEN.
INHALING DEEPLY, ROSEMARY WAVED HER PAW AND SUMMONED A STREAM OF WATER FROM THE OCEAN. IT FLOATED THROUGH THE AIR TOWARDS HER, THE TIP CRYSTALIZING INTO ICE.
HER FOUR EYES NARROWED ON DIEGO AS SHE ATTEMPTED TO WHIP HIM WITH IT. THE MAGICAL WEAPON LOOKED IMPRESSIVE, SURE, BUT ROSEMARY HAD NO REAL IDEA ON HOW TO USE THE DAMNED THING IN COMBAT. SHE’D AIMED FOR HIS FACE, BUT SHE WASN’T CONFIDENT IN HER LUCK.
[member=16858]DIEGO[/member]
[/td][/tr][/table]SHE GLANCED TO THE SHIP, FROWNING AS SHE SAW GOLDIE AND ROXANNE’S FIGURES IN THE DISTANCE. STRYKER AND NINAZU? SHE RECOGNIZED THE COALITION’S GURU BASED ON HER GREEN FIRE, AND THE TWO ALWAYS FOUGHT AGAINST THE TYPHOON IN A PAIR.
THE MEDIC KNEW BETTER THAN TO TRY AND ASSIST; SHE’D GET IN THE WAY, FUCK THINGS UP. SHE’D COME IN AFTER AND PATCH WHATEVER WOUNDS ROXANNE AND GOLDIE HAD, OF COURSE, BUT THE TWO NEEDED A CLEAR HEAD TO FIGHT WITH THOSE TWO RATS. HER FORKED TAIL LASHED. HELPLESS, SHE WAS HELPLESS IN A FIGHT, WHY DID SHE HAVE TO BE SO HELPLESS?
ROSEMARY’S EAR FLICKED. SHE NOTICED ANOTHER STARING AT THE SHIP, NOT FIVE METERS FROM HER LOCATION, AND CLEARLY A LION. HE WASN’T ANYONE IN THE TYPHOON SHE RECOGNIZED. DESPITE THE BLOOD AND CRACKLING ELEMENTS IN THE AIR, SHE SMELLED THE COALITION REAK ON HIM. FUCK, HE WASN’T GOING TO GET INVOLVED AND TURN THE TIDES AGAINST GOLDIE AND ROXIE ON THAT SHIP, RIGHT? FUCK NO. SHE WOULDN’T LET THAT HAPPEN.
INHALING DEEPLY, ROSEMARY WAVED HER PAW AND SUMMONED A STREAM OF WATER FROM THE OCEAN. IT FLOATED THROUGH THE AIR TOWARDS HER, THE TIP CRYSTALIZING INTO ICE.
HER FOUR EYES NARROWED ON DIEGO AS SHE ATTEMPTED TO WHIP HIM WITH IT. THE MAGICAL WEAPON LOOKED IMPRESSIVE, SURE, BUT ROSEMARY HAD NO REAL IDEA ON HOW TO USE THE DAMNED THING IN COMBAT. SHE’D AIMED FOR HIS FACE, BUT SHE WASN’T CONFIDENT IN HER LUCK.
[member=16858]DIEGO[/member]
PEACEFALL
peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?