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"We may go into New Meridian," Gale answered solemnly, nibbling on a few of the grains and crushing them between her fangs with ease. "Flowers are her favorite thing, I'm not going to restrict her from going there just because I don't like it," she thought, scolding herself for her selfishness. She raised the bowl to her face and licked the rest of the rice out of it. She definitely lacked proper dinner etiquette.
"Oh," Gale squeaked, looking up at the new girl. Sensing she wasn't quite as dangerous as some of the residents in Little Innsmouth, she nodded in a timid manner. "Y-You can join us," she finally replied, scooting over as close as possible to Ash. "There, you can sit properly and not feel squished," she added, burying her face in the Gigan's sleeve.
"Oh," Gale squeaked, looking up at the new girl. Sensing she wasn't quite as dangerous as some of the residents in Little Innsmouth, she nodded in a timid manner. "Y-You can join us," she finally replied, scooting over as close as possible to Ash. "There, you can sit properly and not feel squished," she added, burying her face in the Gigan's sleeve.
Gale stared down at her burger and tilted her head, flicking her ears. "I can just eat the bun," she thought silently, tearing open the burger's wrapper and snatching the buns away from the meat. Pressing the two slices together, she opened her mouth wide to reveal insanely sharp bat fangs before devouring the bread whole, swallowing. She pushed the meat over to Ash before shuffling in her boots for some extra money. "I'm going to try and order for myself," she explained to Ash, "Meat makes me feel sick to my stomach. I'll be back in a few." With that last comment, she scurried off to go order.
The waitress, who Gale could sense was simply staring at her with curiosity, put a menu in front of her, but she pushed it back with her index finger. "O-Oh, sorry, I...I know what I want, rice?" she requested, putting her hands behind her back. "What? Speak up, little one, you're awfully quiet," the woman said. The comment about her size irritated Gale, but she swallowed her pride and firmly repeated. "I. Would like. Rice." Oblivious to her irritation, the waitress turned to retrieve a small bowl of rice before sliding it over to Gale. "Thank you," she whispered, and without even turning to acknowledge the girl with bandaged hands, she scampered back to the table and began to dig into the rice with the hunger of a savage wolf.
The waitress, who Gale could sense was simply staring at her with curiosity, put a menu in front of her, but she pushed it back with her index finger. "O-Oh, sorry, I...I know what I want, rice?" she requested, putting her hands behind her back. "What? Speak up, little one, you're awfully quiet," the woman said. The comment about her size irritated Gale, but she swallowed her pride and firmly repeated. "I. Would like. Rice." Oblivious to her irritation, the waitress turned to retrieve a small bowl of rice before sliding it over to Gale. "Thank you," she whispered, and without even turning to acknowledge the girl with bandaged hands, she scampered back to the table and began to dig into the rice with the hunger of a savage wolf.
"Um..." Gale reached down and shoved her hand into her white motorcycle boots, shuffling around for her wallet. "These boots have carried tons of stuff over the years," she thought silently, whipping out the wallet with one quick movement. "I have money," she said, pulling a few dollar bills out of the wallet's main pocket. She counted at least twenty dollars out for herself and then proceed to distribute twenty more to Ash. While working for the mafia was a tiring job with constant death threats and way too much blood, it definitely paid good money. "I guess it's not that bad," Gale thought, blowing a strand of her purple hair out of her face.
Gale quickly scurried up to Ash and whispered into her ear, "H-Hey, I'm going to find us a table. Please take my order for me..?" After deciding what she was going to do, she shoved her split of the money into Ash's hand. "Here, just...order for me," she squeaked before scuttling off towards a booth in the back of the restaurant, curling up in the seat. She could never order for herself. Though most did not mess or even come near Gale, she absolutely did not appreciate the piercing looks she would receive. Between her family history and the crime she committed, things would never be normal for her.
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Morgann, with a heavy sigh, turned her head from the window before stopping immediately. "Hold the phone," she murmured, immediately turning her attention back to the sky. "Is that...a person?" she questioned, staring at what appeared to be an average height silhouette on top of a building. "There's some sort of light, but it's so faint..."
Gale quickly scurried up to Ash and whispered into her ear, "H-Hey, I'm going to find us a table. Please take my order for me..?" After deciding what she was going to do, she shoved her split of the money into Ash's hand. "Here, just...order for me," she squeaked before scuttling off towards a booth in the back of the restaurant, curling up in the seat. She could never order for herself. Though most did not mess or even come near Gale, she absolutely did not appreciate the piercing looks she would receive. Between her family history and the crime she committed, things would never be normal for her.
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Morgann, with a heavy sigh, turned her head from the window before stopping immediately. "Hold the phone," she murmured, immediately turning her attention back to the sky. "Is that...a person?" she questioned, staring at what appeared to be an average height silhouette on top of a building. "There's some sort of light, but it's so faint..."
Gale looked up at the barrel that, compared to her, was gigantic. Without a word, she swiftly hopped from Ash's hand to the top of the barrel, flapping her tiny wings to steady herself. "Alright. I'm happy to go there," Gale replied quietly, crossing her legs and sitting flat on her butt, making sure the bandana around her eyes was tightly knotted. "Thank Goddess she did not want to go to Meridian," Gale thought, flattening her ears against her head. What a rude thing to think. This was Ash's choice, and had she picked New Meridian, Gale would have had to live with it. She should stop being so selfish.
Gale hopped from the barrel to the nape of Ash's neck and crawled up so that she could sit right on top of her head, perking her bat ears up as a way of preparation for the sound of the night once they left the apartment. "Oh, I forgot..." she murmured, jumping off of her head and landing on the ground with her wings spread to slow the fall. She dashed off to the hallway near the kitchen and hooked a right, throwing open her white bedroom door. She didn't need echolocation to find Brandy Station. She already knew where he was.
Her room was empty and, quite honestly, depressing, with walls of white and a plain brown carpet floor. The only furniture within the room was a twin-sized bed, a mahogany desk with a charming portrait of her menacing family members, a tall wardrobe, and on the wall sat the rack that held her sword up for the world to see. Without a second thought, she leaped up and snatched the sword from its hooks, landing right on her feet. "Time to go, Brandy," she whispered to its black sheath, wincing as the case rattled in an excited manner. She could feel its chilling connection bonding with her body and its resources as she slung the weapon over her back before slamming the door shut and dashing back to Ash. She quickly scrambled up the Gigan's leg and found her way back to Ash's unruly blonde hair, sitting with her legs crossed just like earlier.
"Lead the way," she murmured quietly, adjusting the tall collar of her black down vest.
Gale hopped from the barrel to the nape of Ash's neck and crawled up so that she could sit right on top of her head, perking her bat ears up as a way of preparation for the sound of the night once they left the apartment. "Oh, I forgot..." she murmured, jumping off of her head and landing on the ground with her wings spread to slow the fall. She dashed off to the hallway near the kitchen and hooked a right, throwing open her white bedroom door. She didn't need echolocation to find Brandy Station. She already knew where he was.
Her room was empty and, quite honestly, depressing, with walls of white and a plain brown carpet floor. The only furniture within the room was a twin-sized bed, a mahogany desk with a charming portrait of her menacing family members, a tall wardrobe, and on the wall sat the rack that held her sword up for the world to see. Without a second thought, she leaped up and snatched the sword from its hooks, landing right on her feet. "Time to go, Brandy," she whispered to its black sheath, wincing as the case rattled in an excited manner. She could feel its chilling connection bonding with her body and its resources as she slung the weapon over her back before slamming the door shut and dashing back to Ash. She quickly scrambled up the Gigan's leg and found her way back to Ash's unruly blonde hair, sitting with her legs crossed just like earlier.
"Lead the way," she murmured quietly, adjusting the tall collar of her black down vest.
Morgann Lacroix, dressed in her usual show attire minus the mask, strolled down the dark streets of New Meridian, the light from the nearby street lamps causing her tall form to project a massive shadow of her figure. At this time of day, everyone had already hurried home, so Morgann never worried about someone asking for her signature or some other typical request. Almost every night for the past few weeks, she would grab dinner at Mad Man's Cafe, and nobody bothered her while she did so. Eating with the carnies at Cartes was okay, but it got on her nerves. The voices of her co-workers were jarring, and not only that, they never shut up. Dinner would last for about two hours, so the magician would find herself in bed with a raging headache.
"A star like me shouldn't even have to associate with such peasants anyhow," she snarled, approaching the dimly-lit cafe. Morgann likes to think she's the best magician in the kingdom, and while she is quite good at working with magic, she was nowhere near the best. Perhaps she is somewhere in the middle of the scale, but that was it for the moment. She clearly feels that she needs to be just as good as her father, but that might take at least fifty more years. A magician of his caliber was, and still is, quite rare.
As soon as she walked in, she slid into a booth without a word, slowly sliding downwards into the seat to the point where her shoulders were hunched forward and the brim of her purple top hat covered her eyes. "It's been a long day," she breathed softly, looking around the vacant room. There was a single man at the register who glanced in her direction before coming over to take her order. She promptly replied she'd just like a coffee if possible, and the worker hurried away. "Bus boy better make it quick," she growled before looking out the window and up at the starry sky, sighing quietly. "I kinda wish I was back at the circus now, to be honest," she murmured.
And in that very moment, Morgann realized how lonely she was.
Right before dismissing it and assuming she might be sick.
"A star like me shouldn't even have to associate with such peasants anyhow," she snarled, approaching the dimly-lit cafe. Morgann likes to think she's the best magician in the kingdom, and while she is quite good at working with magic, she was nowhere near the best. Perhaps she is somewhere in the middle of the scale, but that was it for the moment. She clearly feels that she needs to be just as good as her father, but that might take at least fifty more years. A magician of his caliber was, and still is, quite rare.
As soon as she walked in, she slid into a booth without a word, slowly sliding downwards into the seat to the point where her shoulders were hunched forward and the brim of her purple top hat covered her eyes. "It's been a long day," she breathed softly, looking around the vacant room. There was a single man at the register who glanced in her direction before coming over to take her order. She promptly replied she'd just like a coffee if possible, and the worker hurried away. "Bus boy better make it quick," she growled before looking out the window and up at the starry sky, sighing quietly. "I kinda wish I was back at the circus now, to be honest," she murmured.
And in that very moment, Morgann realized how lonely she was.
Right before dismissing it and assuming she might be sick.
Gale let out a soft screech of surprise before calming down as Ash held her close, intoxicated by the sweet scents of her roommate and the flowers that filled their humble apartment. Her outlandish bat ears flattened slightly as she stood up in the Gigan's hand and hugged the side of her face, staring down at her feet. "How long have we been roommates? Everything seems to blur together," she thought silently, looking to the kitchen and sighing at how dirty everything was. "I should really clean this up for her. I know how much she likes to fill our place with flowers, the scents are so nice..." She raised her head and directed her attention towards Ash through her blindfold only to resume resting her head against her cheek.
Ash had her own bedroom, the living room, and Gale had hers, but this intimidating bat feral had a crippling fear of being alone, especially at night. Often, Gale would simply curl up with Ash. Her roommate's ginormous form curled around her actually felt like a crib at times, or even a barrier that shut all the bad things out. It shut everything out, like the good memories of her family, her crazed thoughts, the voices poking at her in her head.
The murder she committed with her small but able hands.
Sometimes Gale would feel brave and inform Ash that she would sleep on her own, but not twenty or thirty minutes later, Ash would hear her panicked cries and have to wake her from the night terrors that kept her awake. She'd clasp her in her Gigan hands ever-so-gently and wait for her to wake up. When she spreads her fingers to peek inside at the little bat girl, Gale would be staring right back with her eyes as bright as stars.
After pushing aside her thoughts, Gale decided it would probably be best to respond. "I would like to go eat," she replied robotically to Ash, before realizing how cold that sounded and shaking her head. "I...would like to go eat, with you," she repeated in a softer, more child-like tone, covering her entire face with her hands. Within milliseconds, the small feral scrambled up the Gigan's shoulder and sat, listening to the sound of the wind right outside the apartment to create a mental picture of the living room. "It's about seven now, so it's actually supper," she thought to herself before adding, "W-Where do you want to eat? Would you like to go to the little diner nearby or..." She bit her lower lip with one of her sharpest fangs available and tugged at the piercings in her ears, wincing at the slight sting that came with her action before shrugging it off. "...Or, we can go to New Meridian."
New Meridian. Gale hated that corrupted city with every fiber of her being. There was too much that reminded her of not only the Renoirs, but of her employers: the Medici Mafia. It was such a big city, and big cities meant crowds. "Big cities mean crowds, crowds mean cacophony, cacophony means I can't hear," Gale fumed, imagining just exactly how loud it might be. She recalled memories where the sound was so staggeringly loud and the voices were so sharp that it was as if she was hearing dog whistles all around her. "What if I lose Ash and can't find my way home? What if I'm caught without Brandy? What if, what if, what if..."
Despite the discord and chaos running rampant within Gale's mind while the fear encased her heart, she exhaled shakily and let her tense body relax. No, these "what if's" would not rule her life. She would put aside her worry and madness for the happiness of Ash.
Without a smile, or rather, any look that indicated what she might be feeling, Gale simply added, "Anything you want."
Ash had her own bedroom, the living room, and Gale had hers, but this intimidating bat feral had a crippling fear of being alone, especially at night. Often, Gale would simply curl up with Ash. Her roommate's ginormous form curled around her actually felt like a crib at times, or even a barrier that shut all the bad things out. It shut everything out, like the good memories of her family, her crazed thoughts, the voices poking at her in her head.
The murder she committed with her small but able hands.
Sometimes Gale would feel brave and inform Ash that she would sleep on her own, but not twenty or thirty minutes later, Ash would hear her panicked cries and have to wake her from the night terrors that kept her awake. She'd clasp her in her Gigan hands ever-so-gently and wait for her to wake up. When she spreads her fingers to peek inside at the little bat girl, Gale would be staring right back with her eyes as bright as stars.
After pushing aside her thoughts, Gale decided it would probably be best to respond. "I would like to go eat," she replied robotically to Ash, before realizing how cold that sounded and shaking her head. "I...would like to go eat, with you," she repeated in a softer, more child-like tone, covering her entire face with her hands. Within milliseconds, the small feral scrambled up the Gigan's shoulder and sat, listening to the sound of the wind right outside the apartment to create a mental picture of the living room. "It's about seven now, so it's actually supper," she thought to herself before adding, "W-Where do you want to eat? Would you like to go to the little diner nearby or..." She bit her lower lip with one of her sharpest fangs available and tugged at the piercings in her ears, wincing at the slight sting that came with her action before shrugging it off. "...Or, we can go to New Meridian."
New Meridian. Gale hated that corrupted city with every fiber of her being. There was too much that reminded her of not only the Renoirs, but of her employers: the Medici Mafia. It was such a big city, and big cities meant crowds. "Big cities mean crowds, crowds mean cacophony, cacophony means I can't hear," Gale fumed, imagining just exactly how loud it might be. She recalled memories where the sound was so staggeringly loud and the voices were so sharp that it was as if she was hearing dog whistles all around her. "What if I lose Ash and can't find my way home? What if I'm caught without Brandy? What if, what if, what if..."
Despite the discord and chaos running rampant within Gale's mind while the fear encased her heart, she exhaled shakily and let her tense body relax. No, these "what if's" would not rule her life. She would put aside her worry and madness for the happiness of Ash.
Without a smile, or rather, any look that indicated what she might be feeling, Gale simply added, "Anything you want."
So right now it's just Slice of Life stuff since the Skull Heart hasn't appeared, right?
Yuppers-puppers. yay
wow yes okay, so poog said we were in the clear to start RPing.
those who want to join can do so. jump in afterwards.
have fun. <3
those who want to join can do so. jump in afterwards.
have fun. <3
It was about seven o'clock in the evening in Little Innsmouth, and many of the Dagonians were rushing from work to get home to their families. Gale, though not a Dagonian, was rushing home to Ash simply because she hated crowds and public places. "Excuse me," she would whisper before realizing that the people were certainly not going to move and squeezing through the tightly-packed crowd, occasionally bumping into others. "I can't hear properly in this crowd," she thought silently, trying to put her small hands over her gargantuan bat ears before her thoughts grew more panicked and irritated. "When I can't hear, I can't tell where I am, and when I can't tell where I am, I'm mad." She stopped thinking completely for a second and ceased all activity to try and figure out what exactly she was feeling. Telling what exact emotion she had at a particular moment in time was always a task. "Am I mad? I can't tell," she whispered harshly, keeping her head down as she continued to blindly shuffle through the influx of Dagonians. After stopping to wait for some kids on bikes to pass by, she slowly nodded, "Yes, I'm definitely mad."
After finding herself a good ways away from the crowd, Gale closed her eyes and focused on the sounds of her environment. She wouldn't use echolocation, it'd be too loud. In fact, maybe it'd be too loud at this time of day, even for her standards. As the wind blew in whilst she walked in a northern direction and her bandana nearly flew off her eyes, she quickly clasped it between two of her fingers before it exposed her eyes and tightened the knot. The anger had finally dissipated into simple irritation, but the irritation would not stay long. Typically, when she came home to Ash, she was happy and relaxed around her. It's like sitting in the middle of a field of flowers, but maybe that was because her Gigan roommate always smelled like flowers when she came home. Lost in her thoughts, Gale found herself falling after tripping on the curb of the apartment complex. Her small wings immediately unfolded and caught some of the wind beneath them to slow her fall, allowing her to simply stick her hands out before her face hit the ground. It was always a hassle finding her way home without Ash. Her ability to create a mental map of her surroundings was accurate, but not precise regarding little details.
Like curbs.
Gale found herself on her knees, feeling around for steps or curbs so that she didn't trip again. Whenever little accidents like that happened, she felt as if everyone was looking at her, but that was just her insecurity. No one minded. Gale was a notorious feral within Little Innsmouth for all the wrong reasons, so not many dared think such of her nor tried to help her. That was fine with her. All she had now was Ash, and when she's not around, Gale's perfectly fine fending for herself. She finally found the steps to the second level of the apartment complex and carefully ventured up them before taking a right, starting down for the door marked 267.
"Perfectly fine," she thought bitterly.
After finding herself a good ways away from the crowd, Gale closed her eyes and focused on the sounds of her environment. She wouldn't use echolocation, it'd be too loud. In fact, maybe it'd be too loud at this time of day, even for her standards. As the wind blew in whilst she walked in a northern direction and her bandana nearly flew off her eyes, she quickly clasped it between two of her fingers before it exposed her eyes and tightened the knot. The anger had finally dissipated into simple irritation, but the irritation would not stay long. Typically, when she came home to Ash, she was happy and relaxed around her. It's like sitting in the middle of a field of flowers, but maybe that was because her Gigan roommate always smelled like flowers when she came home. Lost in her thoughts, Gale found herself falling after tripping on the curb of the apartment complex. Her small wings immediately unfolded and caught some of the wind beneath them to slow her fall, allowing her to simply stick her hands out before her face hit the ground. It was always a hassle finding her way home without Ash. Her ability to create a mental map of her surroundings was accurate, but not precise regarding little details.
Like curbs.
Gale found herself on her knees, feeling around for steps or curbs so that she didn't trip again. Whenever little accidents like that happened, she felt as if everyone was looking at her, but that was just her insecurity. No one minded. Gale was a notorious feral within Little Innsmouth for all the wrong reasons, so not many dared think such of her nor tried to help her. That was fine with her. All she had now was Ash, and when she's not around, Gale's perfectly fine fending for herself. She finally found the steps to the second level of the apartment complex and carefully ventured up them before taking a right, starting down for the door marked 267.
"Perfectly fine," she thought bitterly.
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