The Harbinger of Ferocity

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

If not cold souls, why not old souls? It is not even a question if one can be both, that much I will say.

Post a random fact about yourself.

While this has been noted before, I have no taste for coffee because of just how acidic the drink is. I find it to be one of the most overwhelming qualities of it, even if it is mingled with something as milk or cream, as well as substitutes.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I own a set of seemingly magical dice, which have the power to roll on average above ten, most often in the range of twelve to sixteen. These are not the "tiger dice" set I own, which are marked as one would imagine, and feature some variants that are more black than orange, and all of which roll spectacularly wildly. No, this is an unassuming set of now worn-in black with gold numbering.

🌌 Ultraverse: Strifes and Triumphs. (Superhero RP, Always Open). 🌌

Los Angeles, California
Obscure Alley
@Prosaic@Count Cuddles

The pacing of the large carnivore waned and it twitched at the whisker, almost as if in reply. It wasn't a meaningful gesture, at least not to humans, but if the rest of the cat was any indicator - which it certainly was - the Predator's tail curled slightly and eased, lashing thoughtfully one way then another at the tip. It wasn't appreciative of the line of questioning it had and that irritation carried on throughout. Not that the man was wrong, actually he hit upon a strong note, but that he mentioned it at all was the issue. Monte, rather the tiger that had been Monte, hadn't any interest in sharing that at the moment between the two. Not as the sirens drew closer and the cars themselves they belonged to stopped a block over.

It was a momentary distraction which seemed to preoccupy the striped cat until it looked back to the unlikely duo, where it replied. Although the reply likely was unhelpful at best and potentially more concerning; it outright ignored one of the two questions and only muddied the other.

"I guess you will just have to watch and see then."

Came the strange harmonic vibration pulled at thoughts much like one's own conscious. The "noise" itself tapered off, the pair of devious eyes watching as the man feinted his ease. Animals, unlike humans, were not so easily fooled, but at least now the tiger knew the costume clad paragon was, more or less, savvy enough to not make it so overt. It was better, a lot better, than the usual hysterics no matter how rightfully due they were.

"So I will leave you with a hint..." The thrum of the animal's soundless words came, "Is there a difference between us?"

As perplexing as that was, the tiger didn't bother to add anything more. It did its duty and had learned a bit about the neighbors of its environ, its habitat. Instead, it seemingly snapped out of existence as quickly as it came, with such startling "speed" that it would take a moment of realization to register it simply was no longer there. At least not visibly, but heaven only knew where it went, until like the Cheshire cat it made itself known again from a perch, although not quite high as the first.

"The answer is, only some of us will be the 'heroes'." Predator commented again, wholly unaware of the nature of Éclater's wrestlings with himself and his own identity. Perhaps that note would strike home at him, at least much more than Fault Line. Frankly there really was no knowing and the tiger had just assumed it was speaking for itself. As far as the world was concerned, it was probably a public enemy, let alone a man-eater; not that it had ever done such a thing.

And with that, as it had shortly before, snapped itself out of apparent existence.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

I haven't an issue with it, @Zverda, some additional active persons would do us well at the moment.

What Are You Listening To?

I Ran

I am unusually drawn to the 1980s and earlier in my musical choices. Perhaps something I have forgotten in it?

Post a random fact about yourself.

I am a creature of habit and if I could have it my way, my routine would never vary. Life is exciting enough as it is to not require additional unexpected, unplanned events. Spur of the moment and impulsive I am not.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Hand batting away some of the furiously fluttering, flying bodies, the entourage was able to break free of the cloud of bats and find brief refuge again in the fungal fields. They needed to stanch their bleeding wounds after the attack they suffered, which had done far more harm than such creatures would likely have been suspected of. The outlander had never seen such vermin in his life, heard of them in passing as large deadly winged bloodsucking parasites, but now that he had he knew better than to dismiss them as so minor foes. The breather allowed him a moment to reflect on this and gather himself too, although he knew now it would likely need be deeper than mere passing thoughts and musings on the nature of creatures that lived in the cave.

Instead, he needed to take a moment to clear his thoughts and call up that pool of soothing, otherworldly power that resided in him. If a breather was not enough for the others, the moon-touched aspirant would grant them some of what he was gifted with. The lunar aspect, the Pale Lady, was as much a healer as she was a destroyer; she was change after all. So this led Brannor to kneel down upon the dusted cavern floor and steady his breathing, meditating on that distant part of himself that had only ever been drawing closer, until the familiar, pale ethereal glow came at hand.

"Now," He spoke up some, keeping his powerful voice restrained but not moving from where he rest upon one knee, "If you cannot gather yourself by yourself, allow me to remove some of your wounds' bite."

Effects

Brannor will offer some of his Lay on Hands once the Hit Dice to restore health have been rolled. He will attempt to lend the most healing to the most injured still, as triage. No matter how much healing the rest of the group requires, he will save 3 out of his maximum 15 from his pool for the event of emergency.

@Hekazu@Ryonara@Gordian Nought@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen

Give Me Your Favorite Quote(s).

"It is a difficult matter to gain the affection of a cat. He is a philosophical, methodical animal, tenacious of his own habits, fond of order and neatness, and disinclined to extravagant sentiment. He will be your friend, if he finds you worthy of friendship, but not your slave."

Théophile Gautier

Post a random fact about yourself.

I have considered teaching, really instructing, as a formal role in the past. I opted to decline because of my tendencies not skewing me favorably toward people at large. Some specialties I could again teach, to a younger audience rather than an adult one, but it would take a specific caliber of character throughout the audience to make it successful. Otherwise it would be little more than an exercise in frustration for us both.