tell me }} now open, 5/11

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

The waves crashed. The seagulls squawked. The storm clouds above grew grey. Thunderous lightning strikes reigned down upon the beaches of The Typhoon. With every violent quake, the sand shook beneath and brushed up against the paws of the possessed feline. He walked in the rain, eyes set on a sight in the distance. The Anchored Tempest. Home to his mother. With orange eyes narrowed and paws beginning to transition onto the wooden dock below, Alexandre's head swiveled around in search of anyone present. No one. Not a soul.

Claws scratched at the boards below. Sojourn's soul led his body forward onto the boat as he dragged his sharp claws across the ship's floor. Head low and teeth bared, he opened his mouth. Scents flooded his system, noticing one of their targets. Sickly sweet and lined with the smell of his siblings, Roxanne's presence became aware to Alexandre as he sauntered across the boat. He momentarily paused, looking up at the ship's golden figurehead. A Kraken. It glittered with the sun and stood out among the rest of the boat. Wild and 'free' as Sojourn implied. Despite his internal agony, the boy noted the golden sheen's appeal for later and continued forward.

Careful, concise paws meandered down the stairs. His eyes snapped downwards towards the entrance to the captain's quarters below deck. Alexandre's soul fought against Sojourn's soul, causing his body to stop promptly. Frozen paws twitched in frustration. Claws flexed. Sojourn's temptations echoed throughout his mind, causing his grip to slowly fade. He kept holding on though. "You know what she did to you," Sojourn's voice cooed. "Let go." Alexandre's thoughts revolted, but subconsciously he was aware of his deeper feelings. Sojourn knew of it too... That would be his downfall. "Freedom of judgement is what you want, isn't it?"

The feline's agitated state caused his body to snap back into Sojourn's control. He gave up. The truth was inevitable. With a crack of their neck, the paired soul drifted through the doorframe. "Madre?" came a bittersweet meow. Pointed ears perked upwards. A thin tail fluttered upwards curiously, awaiting a response. Sojourn's imitation of his manners were no doubt perfect, leading to a perfect façade.

// permission from [member=16709]SOJOURN[/member] to powerplay possession + [member=901]ROXANNE R.[/member] to reply
// edit: no one but Roxanne will know Alexandre was present, so no scent/soul/previous encounters ty

[ROXANNE R.]

It had been one of those days that Roxanne had come to the Tempest and decided to clean up the captains quarters, she didn't exactly live there so to speak given that it was the main spot where everyone would suspect the captain of being and it felt weird living in the part of the entire territory that once belonged to her brother and niece, it was odd in her mind yet... She came by anyways to make sure that things were tidy and clean, her ears twitching ever so slightly. A feather duster was clamped in her jaws though the faint sound of claws dragging against wood made a frown appear on her maw, she set aside the feather duster only to mutter "It better not be those jackass bettas fuckin up my floors again." Her fluffy tail lashed to the sides, the captain seeming more distracted than usual but she made her way to the entrance of the captains quarters to investigate and found herself face to face with her son, Alexandre.

Her mismatched gaze fixated on her son as her pupils widened before narrowing slowly "Oh hello there, Ale. Did you come to help mama clean up the captains quarters?" A small smile found itself on her maw as her ear flicked a bit, how ironic that the person who was plaguing her thoughts had decided to come and visit her during her cleaning hours. She had noticed how Alexandre acted towards Vayne just about the same way Roan acted with his own siblings but clearly there was different intents on both parties, Roan refused to get close due to the loss of Jaime and Alexandre... She could only assume a form of envy or jealousy. "Y'know Xanxan, I was thinking about you while I was cleaning." Her gaze was gentle, something that most people never obtained with Roxanne Roux.

She knew what Alex felt or at least, a grasp of it, recalling when she had been a mere kitten. Her sisters were always preferred by their mother since they weren't born freaks like Roxanne and the moment she had been able to walk and talk. Roxanne was cast out into the cold, cruel world with only herself to rely on mainly. The rest of it was a blur due to the trauma making her somewhat forget or moreso repress these memories from her... But she knew. And she felt bad if she ever made Alexandre feel like she preferred Vayne over him, Roxie loved all of them equally or tried to... The thought of ever adopting a Cipher being an odd concept to her yet here she was with Vayne under her wing.

She blinked her eyes momentarily turning to face her son once more as she chirped "I want you to know, mijito, that I will always love you." There was a pause as the captain stared into the eyes of the boy only to sigh quietly with a slow nod "Nothing's ever going to change that either." Little did she know that the kingpin of the Coalition had taken possession of her son but she'd find out soon enough... Wouldn't she?

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

His orange hues followed her from the shadows as she appeared before his being. Alexandre's head craned to the side. Slitted hues controlled by the leader within stared Roxanne up and down momentarily, observing the feline closely with interest as the other spoke. The woman who incited part of Stryker's death stood and the fall of Sojourn's group before them, yet she stood unwavering. Her façade merely remained unexpressive.

The two souls listened in silence. Curiosity struck, but her words seemed... almost genuine and not alluring towards a lie that Alexandre and his possessor had manifested. Hesitation. He tried to move back and nod his head in disagreement, but Sojourn's ingenuine control kept him from stepping away. 'No escape now,' her voice cooed within his head. Frozen in place and unresponsive, the boy's teeth slowly began to bare. Canines gritted in annoyance. Couldn't he see through her lies? Couldn't he realize what potential and power he withheld? Could Alexandre ever see himself properly? Sojourn doubted it. She would show him the way... whether he liked it or not.

Sojourn's patience was growing thin, but Alexandre's fight continued. Eyes shifted from narrowed to dilated in a visible internal battle as the two battled for control within. Two chaotic souls clashed internally, only for one to come out strong. Alexandre's features grew loose. Fully conscious, he leaned in with wide, orange orbs as she spoke. "I want you to know, mijito, that I will always love you." The feline's head began to nod. "Nothing's ever going to change that either." With each word, he began to violently shake. Regret and nervousness infiltrated his head, but Sojourn's soul began to slither throughout once again. Alexandre's shaky voice began to sputter out. "I'm so... sorry." For all the pain he caused. For all the times he doubted her. For what she was about to do.

In a final, thundering echo throughout his head, Alexandre's soul faded out of control. Hindlegs fell back into the floor and proceeded to push off the deck. The captain's son flew through the air. Outstretched claws attempted to grab onto Roxanne's skull and push her into the floor with a firm grip. A single aimed to press down onto her windpipe as Alexandre's slitted eyes stared downwards, upturning his head in superiority. "So sorry..." The Coalition's leader led his head downwards. His voice dropped to a whisper.

"... that you're a fool."

Dreaded teeth staggered downwards and attempted to crush down into the captain's throat. Canines lodged themselves into place. Within moments, the taste of salt enraptured his senses. Crimson liquid began to fill his mouth and roll over his tongue, pleasuring the two souls within. Sojourn's control weakened. She stepped away voluntarily, letting the male choose. Alexandre leaned in willingly. Every lap of the tongue was of his own choice and without assistance... all he needed was that little push. Warmth charmed him closer to his mother, but as the blood flow began to slow down, he felt himself pull away and lean back.

As pink and widened eyes stared back up at him in shock, Alexandre froze. Roxanne's disappointment was clear... at least to him. Her words repeated in his thoughts. 'Nothing's ever going to change that either.' But would that hold true? His voice hesitated outwards, only to fade off into a lowly stutter. She would... No. She wouldn't love him after this. Her mijito was gone. Flashes of Roxanne and Diya finding him within the Coalition covered in blood and wrapped in the corpse of his victim rushed through his head. Their stares of disappointment, worry, and fear haunted his mind... and now Roxanne's bloodied figure that laid below his paws would only patronize him further.

Sojourn's internal boasting coaxed him to believe whatever he had done would never be forgotten, nor forgiven. He had given in. He bite her. Alexandre had done this, but Sojourn had only provided the coercion to push him forward.

The deed was done. The damage had taken it's toll on Alexandre and Sojourn's goal to show him freedom had been achieved. Returning to the helm, the Coalition of the Condemned's leader sneered. With a final, taunting snap of her jaws, the paired souls ran off into the distance and disappeared.

// opening now! + permission from bosstaurus to powerplay roxanne + permission from rhosmari to powerplay possession

[Simon F.M.]

｢  H U R R Y  U P !  T H E  S U N  I S  G O I N G  D O W N !  ｣

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It wasn't uncommon for Diya to stop by where her wife was working, often carrying lunch in her maw as she hoped to share a meal with her lover. That was something that brought her joy, the fact that she had a wife! A wife who she spent every day with and spent every night with! Who she could share meals with and hold and live out her days with.

A basket with sandwiches and other treats for Roxanne was held in her maw, the feline taking her smaller form as she traversed the halls of the tempest. Her footsteps would falter though as the iron smell of blood reached her, a frown on her maw as her ears pinned back, pace rapidly rising. And the scene that greeted her, oh, oh how it harmed her. A mournful cry would rip from her maw, basket falling to the ground as she lept over it, staring at her lover in terror. "ROXANNE?" she would cry as panic flooded her, breath coming in half beats as she bit down on her own tongue, stomach curling at the blood pooling, her own mind fighting itself. "ROAN," she would cry out, hoping her adoptive son would hear her or someone may be able to get him for her. She would then return her attention to her wife, shaking paws pressing against the wound as if she could stop the bleeding.

And oh, isn't it a shame the Captain had married a vampire, hm? They wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Diya, though she didn't know that, not yet. But it left her stomach turning, churning as she felt fear dredge up nausea but something deeper and much more monstrous reared its head. She felt her paws tremble, fur standing on edge as she left her inner mind began to crack and crumble. She couldn't lose Roxanne, she couldn't. She couldn't lose her, but this, this was so much. There was so much blood, and in such a tender spot. "Roxanne, please... le monde entier, don't leave me" she would cry mournfully, praying that someone who could actually help came soon. There was a thought, in the back of her head, of something she could do to help. But, no. No. Roxanne wouldn't want her to.

[roan ;]

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Roan was not an overly friendly person. It was a fact that most The Typhoon knew at this point, and one that most new joiners learned before too long. He also wasn't an idiot, either. He had often heard the rumors about himself, and the rumblings around the group as a whole. People speculating how he had ended up the way he had – wondering how someone who excelled as a medic could be so cold as a person. Some thought that perhaps Roxanne had been abusive – a fact easily disproven just by looking at her relationship with her son. Others still had put forth that perhaps he was so cold due to the lack of a father figure in his life. And while it would be somewhat deceitful to say that Seamus's absence had never influenced his development in some way, that also wasn't the case. The most common answer that everyone assumed was that he had just been born that way. Calm and collected, ready to help when it came to healing, but cold and snappish otherwise. Older members of The Typhoon, though, knew this wasn't the truth. They had been able to see Roan when he was just a bright eyed and bushy tailed kit, delighted to see everything and anything the world around him had to offer. Even when he had first become a medic, he had still been so friendly and warm, taking after his mama's extroverted example.

And then, Roxanne had been hurt. That had been the first real instigating event that had made Roan see just how awful the world could truly be. His mama had returned from her jungle juice ritual, and the boy had figured that she would come back like everyone else – shaken up, but fine. That hadn't been the case, though. Instead, she had returned injured and bleeding, terrified of what she had seen and surely about to bleed out if he hadn't stepped in. Still, the entire incident had been so terribly hard for him. To have to press his paws against his mother's wounds, and feel the warmth of her blood stain his paws. He had been forced to disconnect himself from what he was doing, merely allowing his mind to protect itself as he worked to make sure his mama would be okay. Be had grown detached... and cold. Things hadn't gotten any better, after that incident. Mere days afterwards, the meteor had struck, and The Typhoon had been left in shambles. Houses had collapsed, families had been torn apart, and there had been so many injured, dying, or dead. The temple had been packed, and Roan had been forced to deal with it all mostly on his own, his mentor nowhere in sight and everyone stretched so thin that there was no way they could help him. During the aftermath of the meteor, Roan had been forced to form even more of a shell around himself – it was the only way for him to keep sane, as he watched patient after patient stumble in, either being healed by his paws, or being lost.

Jaime's death had probably been the last straw, in the grand scheme of things. The soothsayer had seen the beginning signs of the mutations gripping Jaime's form in their claws, but there was so little that he could do. Part of him had known that his medicine wouldn't be enough, and yet still... he had hoped. He had hoped and prayed that his little brother would turn out alright... only for everything to be lost. Only for Jaime to end up bleeding out onto the sand, with Roan forced to do nothing but stand nearny and watch. After that, he had known that he couldn't afford to let his emotions in, anymore. He couldn't afford to grow attached. Because if he did, he would end up falling apart, and he couldn't do that. Because if he fell apart, then The Typhoon would be left without the medic it seemed to so desperately need, and he would have even more blood on his paws.

All of these factors were what had led to Roan being so distant from everyone, including the majority of his family. He had kept his youngest siblings far from his mind and his heart, knowing better than to let them in. If he did, they would just end up hurting him, somehow. Of course, he had expected that hurt to come from one of them being injured. He hadn't expected it to come from one of them causing him such intense pain. The same agony he had felt the first time that Roxanne had been attacked, and left for dead. Once more, he would be forced to press his paws to his mama's wounds, and scramble to keep the person he loved most dearly alive. And it was all because of Alexandre.

Unlike Diya, Roan hadn't been aboard the Anchored Tempest that day. Instead, he had been near the beach, scouring the shore for valuable herbs and anything else of interest. His attention was dragged away from his herb hunt, however, by the frantic call of an NPC, whose eyes were wide, and full of fear, "S-Soothsayer Roan! Officer Diya is calling for you! I think something... I think something happened to the Captain." The siamese was frozen on the spot for a moment after he heard those words, a strange sense of numbness and sorrow filling him. He said nothing to the NPC, merely grabbing his satchel in his jaws and shoving past them, towards the Tempest. He ignored the way that tears were stinging his eyes, pretending that they were merely a result of how fast he was going. It was just the cold wind... it had to be.

When he finally reached the captain's quarters, his worst fears were realized. The smell of blood was unbearably thick on the air, mingled in and wrapped up in the scent of his mama. He shook his head briefly as he stood near the doorway, feeling tears staining his fur and stubbornly wiping them away. He then moved inside, his voice hoarse and vaguely strangled, "Diya... step back from her. I need to be able to patch the wound." His tone was meant to be commanding, but it instead came off as somewhat forced, the siamese's jaws clenched as he approached Roxanne's collapsed form. The gashes on her neck were still so fresh and it left him reeling, the scent of her blood almost too much for him to take. Still... he had to get to work. He had to make sure that she survived this. He had to, or he would never be able to forgive himself. So, even with his paws shaking, the soothsayer reached into his satchel, pulling out a generous roll of bandages and several supplies.

He was glad that the scent of herbs was overwhelming enough to somewhat stave off the scent of blood as he got to work, mixing together the usual poultice of bayberry, honey, horsetail, and marigold. He then aimed to apply it generously to Roxie's neck, in order to prevent infections. He then took his roll of bandages, aiming to wrap bandages over the large punctures and press them down to apply pressure. They would hopefully be enough to prevent anymore blood loss, and ensure that the captain wouldn't bleed out. Unfortunately, blood transfusions weren't exactly something a mere feline could pull off, which meant all Roan could hope was that his mama hadn't already lost too much blood.

After the work was done, the feline couldn't help feeling as though it had been too short. Too easy. Wasn't there anything more that he could do for her? His mama's blood was stained into his paws and yet... there wasn't even anything more he could do to ensure she survived. His jaw was still clenched as he turned back to Diya, managing to grit out, "Can... can you get her to the temple? I need to monitor her condition. To make sure that she..." Survives. The word went unsaid, Roan merely shaking his head stubbornly from side to side. As he waited for an answer, his claws dug against the floor of the Anchored Tempest, his stomach twisting painfully. His entire body was a hurricane of emotions that he couldn't control – grief, sadness, worry, anger. It was all too much. He wished he could just... shut off.

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[ROXANNE R.]

Her eyes fluttered open, she jolted upwards expecting to find Alexandre but was faced with Diya. Don't leave me. These words were all that was processed as Roxanne winced from the pain before speaking "You silly woman... I'd be a fool if I left you." A smile on her face yet Roan had arrived too, her smile faltering when she realized that her attacker was gone. Ears laid flat against her head. Did her son hate her? Roxie was a bit lightheaded from losing blood and a paw brushed against the bandages around her neck. Did he hate her? So sorry that you're a fool. These words rang in the captains head as she sat there beginning to wobble ever so slightly but leaned into Diya so she wouldn't topple over. He hated her. That was the only answer that presented itself within her head and it made her heart begin to ache.

She could feel the stinging feeling within her eyes as tears began to blossom, her eyes staring at the ground but the captain lifted a shaky paw to wipe these tears away. You're a fool. That single statement ringing in her head as she hid her face in Diya's fur. It was all her fault, this is why he hated her and even if he did... Roxanne could never bring herself to ever hate her own child. Never. A mothers love was much too strong. Perhaps, he had been confused... Or maybe she was? It all happened so quickly before her eyes and she was still processing all of it. Her heart throbbing in her chest, eyes closing as she finally murmured out "I'm fine. I'm fine." A pained smile hidden by the fur of her wife as she tried to stop the urge to cry yet the way her voice began to break from emotion being a dead giveaway "You all worry too much..." She bit down on the inside of her left cheek as she sat there with wings slouching at her sides. You're a horrible mother, Roxanne. A hushed thought broke through her mind and settled itself there. It must be true... If Alexandre had attacked her and drained the blood from her yet... Roxanne said nothing more falling completely silent. Her body shaking ever so slightly, her voice a mere whisper.

"You worry too much..."