Memory It's a pretty innocuous scene; maybe a familiar one for some. Four teenager sit at a crowded library table, with what looks to be a mess of papers and books relating to a legal studies project covering the entire thing. It would be right at home at any high school library in Vaikuntha or anywhere else, except for the fact that the teenagers in question all have grey skin and candy-corn horns.
It's not exactly a happy scene, but it's familiar, close, and comfortable. Everybody argues in that familiar way friends do, and no matter how much time they waste bickering the clock won't budge past 1 AM. At least their neglected project isn't going to be due anytime soon.
Arrival When Tyzias finally awakens, she's quiet for a long time, just sitting on the side of her cot looking out into the Dream Width. Neither pensive nor contemplative are good descriptors for her mood right now, although she could be mistaken for that quite easily. It looks like... well, like Tyzias is in enough despair to considering hurling herself off the airship and back to her happy memories. Maybe. It's hard to tell, really, she's quite a difficult one to read.
Tyzias' hand automatically goes for something around her throat, and she sighs when she remembers that it isn't there, flopping back onto her cot and groaning up at the ceiling. Well, at least she wasn't dead, for what that was worth. (It was worth very little.) She looks at the nearest passing person and asks, "Hey, any idea wwwwhen wwwwe're touching dowwwwn? I don't think I can stand this deathtrap mmmmuch longer."
A Ball of Fluff Named Moogle All that Tyzias wanted for Twelfth Perigee's Eve, or, er, "Starlight," was some fucking peace and quiet. Her constant low-grade fatigue headache had exploded into a stress headache from everything that was happening, she had the misfortune of waking up as soon as she was brought in so she was still running on precisely zero hours of sleep--which wasn't normally a problem, mind you, but she'd just fucking died and had already been awake for four days before that.
But that was apparently too much to ask, because as soon as soon as Tyzias had found a quiet corner to nurse her mug of water and to contemplate her poor life/death decisions, some weird fluffy thing smacked right into her.
"HEY, ASSHOLE, WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING! I SWEAR, I KEEP ON RUNNING INTO BUMBLEFUCKS LIKE YOU EVERY TWO FUCKING SECONDS IN THIS PLACE, CAN'T A GUY GET TO WORK IN PEACE?" the moogle screeched, dressed in some sort of black sweater with a...
A...
What the fuck.
While to the casual eye, it may appear that Tyzias is taking the moogle's rant lying down, she's actually very intently studying the Cancer symbol on his shirt, thinkpan struggling to process why the hell a random creature from another world is another follower.
Starlight Sights Mogkat had been surprisingly understanding when Tyzias told him--mumbled, really--that she really needed some time alone. So he left to aggressively prepare her new room for her. Apparently he was actually a big softie, at least if you explained some of your "FUCKING DAMAGE." Whodathunk?
It had taken an incredible act of willpower to step out into the sun, even with its light dimming as it crested towards the horizon. It was... a nice feeling, actually. To feel the sun on her skin in a way that didn't mean she wasn't about to die from exposure. Tyzias had wandered through the grounds, aimless, before eventually arriving at the beach just as the sun was setting.
Beautiful. Absolutely fucking beautiful. Just like... just like...
Their first date.
Tyzias huddles up, hugging her knees. Some kind of translucent teal fluid runs down her cheeks.
[OU] Tyzias Entykk | Hiveswap Friendsim | Doom
It's a pretty innocuous scene; maybe a familiar one for some. Four teenager sit at a crowded library table, with what looks to be a mess of papers and books relating to a legal studies project covering the entire thing. It would be right at home at any high school library in Vaikuntha or anywhere else, except for the fact that the teenagers in question all have grey skin and candy-corn horns.
The one with a probably-fake knockoff katana on his back is trying to discreetly read a manga inside his textbook, which seems to be fooling absolutely no-one at the table. Another teen, hair done up in some kind horrific hybrid of a man-bun and mullet, scowls at the apparent weeb of the group, and after a short protest the katana-carrying alien digs into his pocket for some cash and puts it in the hand of the one with the man-bun.
A third teen wearing a horribly garish pink coat runs a comb through the hair of the fourth, final, and real student: a young woman with messy hair, a rumpled coat, and the look of somebody with the raw willpower to stay up for four nights in a row without an ounce of caffeine and is probably in the middle of one of those study binges now. She mutters something under her breath as she scribbles some notes down while simultaneously typing on a laptop computer (it seems she's the only one actually working at this point) making an expression that could be construed as a smile. Whatever she said makes her apparent girlfriend blush furiously and giggle, momentarily pausing in her futile attempt to tame the messy alien's wild hair.
It's not exactly a happy scene, but it's familiar, close, and comfortable. Everybody argues in that familiar way friends do, and no matter how much time they waste bickering the clock won't budge past 1 AM. At least their neglected project isn't going to be due anytime soon.
Arrival
When Tyzias finally awakens, she's quiet for a long time, just sitting on the side of her cot looking out into the Dream Width. Neither pensive nor contemplative are good descriptors for her mood right now, although she could be mistaken for that quite easily. It looks like... well, like Tyzias is in enough despair to considering hurling herself off the airship and back to her happy memories. Maybe. It's hard to tell, really, she's quite a difficult one to read.
Tyzias' hand automatically goes for something around her throat, and she sighs when she remembers that it isn't there, flopping back onto her cot and groaning up at the ceiling. Well, at least she wasn't dead, for what that was worth. (It was worth very little.) She looks at the nearest passing person and asks, "Hey, any idea wwwwhen wwwwe're touching dowwwwn? I don't think I can stand this deathtrap mmmmuch longer."
A Ball of Fluff Named Moogle
All that Tyzias wanted for Twelfth Perigee's Eve, or, er, "Starlight," was some fucking peace and quiet. Her constant low-grade fatigue headache had exploded into a stress headache from everything that was happening, she had the misfortune of waking up as soon as she was brought in so she was still running on precisely zero hours of sleep--which wasn't normally a problem, mind you, but she'd just fucking died and had already been awake for four days before that.
But that was apparently too much to ask, because as soon as soon as Tyzias had found a quiet corner to nurse her mug of water and to contemplate her poor life/death decisions, some weird fluffy thing smacked right into her.
"HEY, ASSHOLE, WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING! I SWEAR, I KEEP ON RUNNING INTO BUMBLEFUCKS LIKE YOU EVERY TWO FUCKING SECONDS IN THIS PLACE, CAN'T A GUY GET TO WORK IN PEACE?" the moogle screeched, dressed in some sort of black sweater with a...
A...
What the fuck.
While to the casual eye, it may appear that Tyzias is taking the moogle's rant lying down, she's actually very intently studying the Cancer symbol on his shirt, thinkpan struggling to process why the hell a random creature from another world is another follower.
Starlight Sights
Mogkat had been surprisingly understanding when Tyzias told him--mumbled, really--that she really needed some time alone. So he left to aggressively prepare her new room for her. Apparently he was actually a big softie, at least if you explained some of your "FUCKING DAMAGE." Whodathunk?
It had taken an incredible act of willpower to step out into the sun, even with its light dimming as it crested towards the horizon. It was... a nice feeling, actually. To feel the sun on her skin in a way that didn't mean she wasn't about to die from exposure. Tyzias had wandered through the grounds, aimless, before eventually arriving at the beach just as the sun was setting.
Beautiful. Absolutely fucking beautiful. Just like... just like...
Their first date.
Tyzias huddles up, hugging her knees. Some kind of translucent teal fluid runs down her cheeks.