C: [The thirst gnaws at her, and by the time she finally makes it to the small pond, she's barely able to keep herself from dunking her entire face into it, mask and all. What stops her is the reflection it shows, of her and her comrades, of her lifeless, prone body as they yell and shout and shake it, clearly trying to rouse her from some state. Her death? But why? She's known for some time that she'd meet her end, likely at the hands of the other Foretellers, those she'd considered and still called friends.
And would still call friends, quite frankly. It's not their fault. It's just how things have to be, and she doesn't begrudge them for it. Everything has its time and place, and apparently, hers is no longer. What doesn't make sense in her head, however, is the way they're so determined to rouse her from death. They know better. They know better, and yet they attempt.
It's then, that she knows that this, whatever this is, is something that is likely trying to do something to her mind. Make her feel hopelessness, or something like it, but she won't falter. And she won't let anyone else succumb to this pool's lies. Her path is clear, and her keyblade materializes into her hand, and she aims it steady.]
Freeze [And, just like that, the entire pool freezes over in a flash of brilliant blue light, jagged edges of ice ruining any sort of reflectivity the pool may have once had.]
[CAMP NOWHERE]
D [The truth is, she's not very technologically savvy. And when the object she's fiddling with starts making noise, she fumbles it in a way that's not particularly fitting for someone like her, and she does indeed startle slightly as music comes from it suddenly. She pays only a small margin to what the women are telling her, but quite frankly, it's all nonsense to her, and she fumbles and fiddles with it more, before turning to whomever it is beside her, lips pursed under her mask.]
Do you know what this thing is?
E
It doesn't look very good. [Comes the small voice of a creature that is standing about knee high to her, holding the ration bag in one of it's paws with another stuffed into the bag itself, pulling out tiny handfuls of the powder letting it fall to the ground beneath it. Invi, in response, simply sighs, and gently takes the bag from the cat like creature.]
You shouldn't be touching things you don't know about. [It might not be safe. But should anyone approach the pair, the creature goes stiff, looks in the direction of their company, jumps up and disappears in a puff of smoke, which causes Invi herself to turn to face whoever it is, bag still in hand.] I don't suppose you've tried any of this, have you?
[INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE]
G
[The bed is... Not the biggest. Not to mention the smell of... whatever that is is making her feel dizzy enough that laying down seems downright pleasant. Instead, she sits, legs tucked to her side and back against the wall, trying to take up as little space as possible in case the other person present needs more sleep than she does. It's fine, surely. And yet, out of some form of nerves or something, she can't help but strike up a conversation.]
What is your world like?
[Just... something to help her keep awake. Something to focus on.]
[WILDCARD]
[i can and will absolutely roll with whatever the heck you want!!!! or PM me for a specialized starter Just For You! I'm not fussy.]
Invi | Kingdom (gacha) Hearts
C:
[The thirst gnaws at her, and by the time she finally makes it to the small pond, she's barely able to keep herself from dunking her entire face into it, mask and all. What stops her is the reflection it shows, of her and her comrades, of her lifeless, prone body as they yell and shout and shake it, clearly trying to rouse her from some state. Her death? But why? She's known for some time that she'd meet her end, likely at the hands of the other Foretellers, those she'd considered and still called friends.
And would still call friends, quite frankly. It's not their fault. It's just how things have to be, and she doesn't begrudge them for it. Everything has its time and place, and apparently, hers is no longer. What doesn't make sense in her head, however, is the way they're so determined to rouse her from death. They know better. They know better, and yet they attempt.
It's then, that she knows that this, whatever this is, is something that is likely trying to do something to her mind. Make her feel hopelessness, or something like it, but she won't falter. And she won't let anyone else succumb to this pool's lies. Her path is clear, and her keyblade materializes into her hand, and she aims it steady.]
Freeze [And, just like that, the entire pool freezes over in a flash of brilliant blue light, jagged edges of ice ruining any sort of reflectivity the pool may have once had.]
[CAMP NOWHERE]
D
[The truth is, she's not very technologically savvy. And when the object she's fiddling with starts making noise, she fumbles it in a way that's not particularly fitting for someone like her, and she does indeed startle slightly as music comes from it suddenly. She pays only a small margin to what the women are telling her, but quite frankly, it's all nonsense to her, and she fumbles and fiddles with it more, before turning to whomever it is beside her, lips pursed under her mask.]
Do you know what this thing is?
E
It doesn't look very good. [Comes the small voice of a creature that is standing about knee high to her, holding the ration bag in one of it's paws with another stuffed into the bag itself, pulling out tiny handfuls of the powder letting it fall to the ground beneath it. Invi, in response, simply sighs, and gently takes the bag from the cat like creature.]
You shouldn't be touching things you don't know about. [It might not be safe. But should anyone approach the pair, the creature goes stiff, looks in the direction of their company, jumps up and disappears in a puff of smoke, which causes Invi herself to turn to face whoever it is, bag still in hand.] I don't suppose you've tried any of this, have you?
[INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE]
G
[The bed is... Not the biggest. Not to mention the smell of... whatever that is is making her feel dizzy enough that laying down seems downright pleasant. Instead, she sits, legs tucked to her side and back against the wall, trying to take up as little space as possible in case the other person present needs more sleep than she does. It's fine, surely. And yet, out of some form of nerves or something, she can't help but strike up a conversation.]
What is your world like?
[Just... something to help her keep awake. Something to focus on.]
[WILDCARD]
[i can and will absolutely roll with whatever the heck you want!!!! or PM me for a specialized starter Just For You! I'm not fussy.]