[color=gray][CENTER][center][sup][color=#2e2c2c]_____[/color][color=#373534]_____[/color][color=#403d3c]_____[/color][color=#494644]_____[/color][color=#524f4c]_____[/color][color=#5b5754]_____[/color][color=#64605d]_____[/color][color=#6e6965]_____[/color][color=#77716d]_____[/color][color=#807a75]_____[/color][color=#89837d]_____[/color][color=#928b85]_____[/color][/sup][sup][color=#9b948d]_____[/color][/sup][sup][color=#928b85]_____[/color][color=#89837d]_____[/color][color=#807a75]_____[/color][color=#77716d]_____[/color][color=#6e6965]_____[/color][color=#64605d]_____[/color][color=#5b5754]_____[/color][color=#524f4c]_____[/color][color=#494644]_____[/color][color=#403d3c]_____[/color][color=#373534]_____[/color][color=#2e2c2c]_____[/color][/sup][/center][img]https://i.imgur.com/JPPcXdp.jpeg[/img][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=978184][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]The Beach[/I] - [I]Pacific Royal Campus[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=#978184][b]Welcome Home #1.007:[/b][/COLOR] [I]within & without.[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][center][sup][color=#2e2c2c]_____[/color][color=#373534]_____[/color][color=#403d3c]_____[/color][color=#494644]_____[/color][color=#524f4c]_____[/color][color=#5b5754]_____[/color][color=#64605d]_____[/color][color=#6e6965]_____[/color][color=#77716d]_____[/color][color=#807a75]_____[/color][color=#89837d]_____[/color][color=#928b85]_____[/color][/sup][sup][color=#9b948d]_____[/color][/sup][sup][color=#928b85]_____[/color][color=#89837d]_____[/color][color=#807a75]_____[/color][color=#77716d]_____[/color][color=#6e6965]_____[/color][color=#64605d]_____[/color][color=#5b5754]_____[/color][color=#524f4c]_____[/color][color=#494644]_____[/color][color=#403d3c]_____[/color][color=#373534]_____[/color][color=#2e2c2c]_____[/color][/sup][/center][INDENT][sub][color=#978184][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]. . .[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=2c2c2c][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [color=2c2c2c][I]TBD[/I][/color][/right][/SUP]
[indent][INDENT]The first time Amma Cahors came to P.R.C.U was a day with no celebration: it was little ceremony that plucked her from the oceanic solitary of her dorm wherein a pamphlet and a syllabus that conformed her credentials from the Institute was dropped upon her lap. Forsaken was the latex and shawl of black gossamer that clung to every cleft and cinched her bodice with laces and silver, in trade she donned what some uttered as [i]Gulo yellow[/i] and arched the prick of her nails on the embossed wolverine poised in a shield. She knew not what the creature represented at the time, her world suspended on the mutterings of H.E.L.P officials eager to fly her yonder the seas to the island that awaited her unannounced arrival. 

To this day, she doesn't know why. She has then stopped asking, accepting the fate of infamy that cloaked her presence and bedecked her moniker with a spade.

The second time is more or less, the same.

Amma was not privy to the relaxation hours the year prior that saw friends reuniting after the summer apart, her months of solace had been little but a self imposed confinement for there had been many [i]restrictions[/i]. Returning home [where that was, she knew not] was not an option. The spires of Rouen were foreign to her and unwelcoming at best. She had found small comforts in the village but whispers of her renown traveled fast and far, the shadows of her former association cantering after her lissom figure wherever she went.

For Amma, it was just fine. 

The warmth of the beach permeated through her bones, the sand shifting beneath the delicate path she walked down the shore line with gestures clasped at the small of her back. Waves lapped up to her ankles, playful in intent and pulling a shudder from her pursed lips. Amma would not utter it aloud, but the sea was a beckoning facet that called to her like none other. Perhaps it was from the years spent in the pyramid structures of the Alexandria Foundation in the middle of the ocean, but there was little comparison to the simple freedom of trudging through sand and surf. She was done in a sheer pullover of black that descended just at mid-thigh, the inked profiles of moths, skulls, and other creatures seeming to ripple beneath the fabric, the delicate straps of her ebony two piece accented with beads of white. She allowed her hair down for the venture with the longest layers curled at the base of her spine and framed her critical gaze and lashes that fluttered behind thick sunglasses that often slid down the bridge of her nose.

It wasn't her first perusal down the shore, but this had been the first time others had been... so close. Granted, most were her sudden teammates, a word she was not entirely accustomed to [she doesn't know if she ever will be] and others that were fresh faces that simply knew to give her a wide berth. Her rejoining smile was all white bone and gleaming lips, the slightest cant of her head encouraging at best if not entirely suspect. Amma said little to any new arrival, for what words she could spare would be waspish replies and biting wit.  

She just doesn't care.

As the waves pull after her footfalls, she pauses, gazing out over the horizon as the breeze tugs through her tresses and out to the darkened waters. A void beckons yonder, somewhere in the gloom of sapphire and ebony darkness, where rock and sediment quake, where sometimes Amma wonders if she willed it just so, what would happen were she to rent asunder the depths below. She inhales, a sharp pull of breath over her pouted lips, and steps further into the slightly warmed waters. The waves lap playfully on her calves and higher still as she settles her palms over the swaying surface, caressing the waves as they ebb and flow beneath her gestures. 

She hears it then, the epitaph she shed in the darkness of one night when she realized that she [i]wasn't going anywhere.[/i]

[i]Tiamat.[/i]

It is a caress through her mind; a stuttered whisper that coils betwixt her ears with every beat of her heart. Again, and again, and again. Tiamat pings through her lobe as the sea courses through her fingers and chills her skin and it's only then she thinks maybe it wasn't just her mind uttering her former calling. Amma stills, fingers arching as glimmers of silver and red quake from nail to palm and through a subtle shift, she cuts her gaze through gilded lashes and pans her look over her shoulder and glares to the shoreline. And though nothing is there, Amma knows it wasn't just happenstance for the name to summon through her consciousness. 

She exhales.
It's gone now.

Somewhere in the distance of sand and surf she hears the call of familiar voices and laughter. It is a world so far, so separated, and sometimes so unusual to the years she spent fending for herself. From bloodied noses and lips, to scarlet kisses and hissing cries that scoured her heart in her waking world. Amma carefully unlaces her sheer overlay then, letting the fabric pool at her elbows as she wades farther out before bending at her waist to pluck a shell curiously prodding against her ankle. She smooths her gesture over the pearlescent underbelly before her nails scrape against the outer layer -- it only takes a second for the trinket to suddenly crumble away into nothing.

Amma just simply smiles.[/INDENT][/INDENT][/indent][/color]