03-26-2021, 06:33 AM
Three times, three times he had been a witness to the aftermath of injury and learned later that each attack had one thing in common, their attacker. Not old enough to know much about the infamous Caesar Cipher, the weight added onto the existing severity of several Typhoon pirates getting terribly injured was lost on him. The negative connotation of the surname itself even earned no reaction from him, he at least had the benefit of only associating the Cipher name to Vayne and Lumia, both of which were far removed from the infamy that haunted the coast.
On one hand, it was too dangerous to be walking around with no one else to come to his aid, just because the jungle was the stage for each attack didn't mean the threat wouldn't shift places for an unexpected fourth target. On the other hand, though, Danny could not stay in the safety of the camp for too long, the constant conversation and presence of everyone made his anxiety worse, and locking himself inside was unhealthy. He could have been more cautious if he was going to be outside, he knew that, but one thing that managed to do the impossible and jump over his fears like a damn hurdle was the thought of hunting down a new shell for Vayne. He hadn't seen the eye that Roan had pulled out, having no reason to visit the temple that day, but heard through others that she got a less-than-nice history lesson about her grandfather from the Soothsayer himself. Between that, and getting kicked around by her own emerging power giving her hell, he just wanted to do something nice to compensate for his lack of verbal comfort.
He thought he might have found one, shimmering in the sun with an almost rainbow reflection, when he suddenly stopped. Something was wrong, he felt it, sensed it. One, there was something that stood out among the usual scent of the beach, ocean waves and salty breezes. Breathing felt a little more difficult as panic set in, immediately running headfirst into the idea that he was in danger. He was, but he had no proof just yet. Danny looked over his shoulder on impulse, taking a slow step back like he was about to bail.
On one hand, it was too dangerous to be walking around with no one else to come to his aid, just because the jungle was the stage for each attack didn't mean the threat wouldn't shift places for an unexpected fourth target. On the other hand, though, Danny could not stay in the safety of the camp for too long, the constant conversation and presence of everyone made his anxiety worse, and locking himself inside was unhealthy. He could have been more cautious if he was going to be outside, he knew that, but one thing that managed to do the impossible and jump over his fears like a damn hurdle was the thought of hunting down a new shell for Vayne. He hadn't seen the eye that Roan had pulled out, having no reason to visit the temple that day, but heard through others that she got a less-than-nice history lesson about her grandfather from the Soothsayer himself. Between that, and getting kicked around by her own emerging power giving her hell, he just wanted to do something nice to compensate for his lack of verbal comfort.
He thought he might have found one, shimmering in the sun with an almost rainbow reflection, when he suddenly stopped. Something was wrong, he felt it, sensed it. One, there was something that stood out among the usual scent of the beach, ocean waves and salty breezes. Breathing felt a little more difficult as panic set in, immediately running headfirst into the idea that he was in danger. He was, but he had no proof just yet. Danny looked over his shoulder on impulse, taking a slow step back like he was about to bail.
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｢ just saw god outside the liquor store ｣
he told me i was lost
[div style="font-size:6.9pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;letter-spacing:.1px;margin-top:-3px;margin-bottom:5px;"]DANNY ♡ EX CAPTAIN OF THE TYPHOON ♡ INFO ♡ TAGS