DON'T FEAR THE REAPER / incident

[roan ;]

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｢ BUT NOW THESE DAYS ARE GONE, I'M NOT SO SELF ASSURED ｣

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BIOGRAPHY —–—

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TOYHOUSE —–-—

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SOOTHSAYER –-—

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TYPHOON —–-—

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For a while, things had been peaceful. Safe. Nice, even. The Coalition had been beaten back, with the head of their now dead leader hanging disrespectful off of The Typhoon's front gate. While Roan had never been a big fan of such gruesome trophies, he couldn't deny that it was appropriate, considering Stryker's actions. The idea that the other deserved to rot in the deepest flaming pits of hell only solidified itself further when Goldie had woken up, without a single shred of what had molded her into what she was. While the soothsayer would never allow himself to look disappointed or disheartened in front of his cousin – since she didn't deserve that in her current state – he couldn't deny that it had hurt. Knowing that she would never remember any of the good times that they had shared, nor any of the things that she had taught him. Even without all her memories, though, Goldie was still... well, Goldie. She was still his cousin, and he cared deeply for her, as demonstrated by the way he made sure to take care of her in her weakened state, for as long as it would take.

However, it was impossible for the medic to be around every moment of the day. Moreover, he didn't want to be around every moment of the day. Goldie deserved to have some time to herself, where she could explore and rediscover everything she had once loved about The Typhoon. Or, in this particular case, she deserved a chance to get away and spend time with someone she clearly cared about. Roan would be lying if he said he wasn't slightly unsure about Sophiea – he truthfully wasn't sure she was good enough for Goldie – but he said nothing of it. She deserved to have something like that relationship in her life, and the younger feline knew it. Unfortunately, it seemed as though not even the good times could just be simple. He had thought that everything would be fine. He had thought that Goldie and Sophiea wouldn't have any issues, and he certainly wouldn't have thought of Ninazu trying to pull off such a brazen attack.

Of course, this was all what he had thought before. Before he caught the scents of blood and the Coalition intermingling in the air.

He took off in the direction of the beach without a moment's hesitation, his satchel tucked around his body and beating against his side as he ran. By the time he arrived, his breath was coming out in uneven gasps, the soothsayer having to take a moment in order to keep himself upright. Thankfully, it seemed as though Sophiea knew what she was doing – and Goldie hadn't been hurt as seriously as he was dreading. Even with how sappy the moment in front of him was, Roan wouldn't stay silent. Not when Goldie was still shaking, and he didn't know what had happened. Moving closer, the siamese leaned down to pull some bandages from his satchel, muttering as he nudged them over, "Make sure to put bandages on, too. Don't want to risk any possible infection..." His deep blue gaze then darted between the two of them, anxiety dripping from his every word as he questioned, "What happened? I smell the Coalition, so... who did this to her?" Whoever they were, they would have hell to pay. Roan may not have been a combat oriented feline, but nobody hurt his cousin and got away with it.[/td][/tr][/table]