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β„‚ 𝕝 𝕒 𝕣 π•š 𝕔 𝕖 𝕄 𝕖 π•š π•₯ π•Ÿ 𝕖 𝕣

Time: Sunset

Location: The Art Gallery.

Mentions: @Tae @Pink Khione



Clarice was practically floating on the way to the way to the gallery, and not just from the excessive amount of caffeine coursing through her veins. She had found someone who was interesting and beautiful and somehow convinced them to go with her to do something. Maybe her sister, Christy, was right. All she needed to do was to put herself out there more.

When the pair entered the gallery Clarice had to sfiffle a chuckle. Something about seeing the high society people that this function was obviously intended for mingle with the rag-tag regular students from the college was funny to her. She looked down at Ava as she mentioned just this thing, and realized that she and Ava looked similar, what with her wearing flannel and ripped jeans and Ava wearing... Well, not jeans and a flannel, thats for sure. She surveyed the room once again in response to Ava's words. It seemed less funny now.

Soon after Ava made leave to go and get some refreshments. "I think I'll do that, I'll meet you over there." Then she was gone. Clarice began to meander the space, focusing on the paintings and appreciating the work that must've gone into them. The more she saw, the more they struck a chord in her. They were all so beautiful, but the eyes hid a veiled sadness that resonated with Clarice.

She stopped before one of a woman who had long dark hair and eyes like a storm. She held the woman's gaze for a moment, but was startled out of her trance by a nearby Parton asking how much it would cost to purchase the piece. Clarice briefly pondered how much it might cost to take home one of the paintings, but then very quickly came to the conclusion, way too much.

Clarice left that painting in pursuit of some of the different paintings and portraits on the walls. At one point she turned her head , just to look at the room, when her eye caught Ava heading in the direction of the paintings. She gave a slight wave to her, and then behind her, in the direction she had come from Clarice spotted a flash of bright red hair.

Her hand froze and her blood ran cold, then hot. Maeve Brannigan, the leader of the Circle of Ancients. She knew that face, and she would never forget it. Her hand slowly came down as Clarice had to force herself to take slow, deep breaths. Otherwise she felt she might hyperventilate. Fire rose in her veins and she had to turn her head as she realized she had been glaring daggers at the woman. She tried to focus on the painting but knowing that the batch was there she could feel a red hot poker in the direction she knew her to be.

Why the hell is she here? This is the middle of nowhere!
β„‚ 𝕝 𝕒 𝕣 π•š 𝕔 𝕖 𝕄 𝕖 π•š π•₯ π•Ÿ 𝕖 𝕣

Time: Sunset

Location: The University CafΓ©

Mentions: @Pink Khione



Clarice stood for a long moment while the woman slowly looked up at her. Clarice held the woman's intense gaze, though it made her feel about an inch tall, and waited. At first she thought this beautiful stranger was going to just stare at her until she left, but then woman's disinterested eyes scanned the cafe and seemed to come to the same conclusion that Clarice had. She looked up and for a moment Clarice thought she was simply going to say 'no'.

Her face became a little less intense and she gave the affirmative for Clarice to sit. Clarice smiled at her and placed her coffee on the table as she took the seat across from her. "Thank you, I appreciate it. I'm Clarice, by the way. It's nice to meet you, ma'am." Clarice felt her stomach drop. MA'AM?!? What are you a southern cowboy? She's gonna think you're calling her old! Clarice picked up her coffee and took a long sip to give her mouth something to do other than speak. The coffee was good, earthy and dark. It was also extremely hot. Clarice felt her eyes water as the coffee burned down her throat. It hurt something fierce, and Clarice felt like she wanted to cry out, but other than the slight wetness in her eyes, a moment of intense blinking and a quiet "ahem" accompanied by pat to her chest, you would hardly notice.
β„‚ 𝕝 𝕒 𝕣 π•š 𝕔 𝕖 𝕄 𝕖 π•š π•₯ π•Ÿ 𝕖 𝕣

Time: Sunset

Location: The University CafΓ©

Mentions: @Pink Khione

As the sun cast it's last rays over the world Clarice sat with her hands on the faded black steering wheel of her green 2001 Saturn and arched her back, stretching slightly, getting her tense muscles to relax. She had changed out of her work clothes and into her normal attire of jeans and a plaid button up, but she could still feel the weight of work hanging over her. The orange and red display from the west was slowly disappearing so Clarice took a moment to enjoy the display. It helped a little. Today had been a long day at work, not much research to be done today, mostly making copies and editing dissertations on some of the studies going on at the lab. It was tedious at its very worst, but Clarice hated tedious, unimportant work.

She sighed deeply, she couldn't be too mad, she had literally asked for this. Clarice had been an intern at the main Cosmos lab in New York, doing important research and study, unlocking the mysteries of magic. She had also been under the thumb of her mother and not had a single inch of space for herself. So, even if the work was tedious or seemed unimportant, she would stick to it until she could run her own experiments at the Lab. Clarice could hardly wait for that day to come.

Clarice came into Ember grove, cruising down Danver drive, she came to a stop at the red light that separated the residential area, Clarice's home, from the University. She stared at the university and when the light turned green she put down the gas and made her turn, but instead of taking a left and heading to the apartment she was sharing with her sister to turn in for the evening, as her body was crying out for her to do, she made a right turn towards the University. It was a Friday and she was a twenty four, she was going to do something other than go to work and then go home to sleep, goddammit. That was the whole thing her sister Christy was trying to get her to do right? Experience something other that work and school for once, get out there and experience life. Clarice wanted to, she really did, but first she needed some good 'ol fashioned bean juice.

Clarice turned into a parking space of the University Cafe and rocked herself out of the old beat up Saturn. Clarice enjoyed this spot because, while it's coffee may be a bit overpriced, it had a really nice atmosphere and it was only a ten minute drive from her apartment. She opened the doors and walked to the counter, where she made an order with a nice looking barista with a name tag that read 'Sarah' for a Red Eye coffee with a double shot of espresso. If she was going to be up, she might as well be up for a while.

While she waited for her coffee to be made she leaned against the pickup counter and looked around for a place to sit. Most everywhere was taken up by groups, but there was a table that had only one occupant. Her white hair was framed perfectly around her face. She seemed to be sipping some coffee while her grey eyes wandered the pages of a book. Clarice didn't realize that she was staring until the barista tapped her arm and handed her the coffee she had ordered.

Meet new people... easy right? Clarice began in the direction of the woman and watched as she turned the page, looking like she just stepped out of a movie. Shit, not when they look like that! She steeled her nerves and continued to approach the table. The short walk felt much longer because of the nerves, but she made it there nonetheless.

"I apologize for interrupting, but would you mind if I sat here?" The even tone of her voice belied the nervousness she felt inside as she asked this beautiful woman to sit.
Skahn Dra


C a n y o n
E v e n i n g


Skahn was enjoying the work, it had been too long since Skahn had felt useful or done work as a group. The Torvin was an efficient work master and Skahn followed The Torvin's orders well. Between moving from one task to the next Skahn removed the cloak keeping Skahn's mid-arms hidden and began to use all four, increasing the speed and efficiency with witch the tasks were done. Throughout the process Skahn was silent, not signing or speaking unless necessary for the job being done. Skahn had found a nice rhythm periodically checking the Schooner's rigging and being sure that the cargo was secured as well as the weapons, when the small hairs on Skahn's antennae began to catch a breeze.

Skahn's plates began to itch. A storm was coming, Skahn could feel it in the air. Just as Skahn was coming to this realization The Hawk began to warn the others and shout for all of them to begin Towing the Schooner to safety. Torvin gave Skahn final instructions before Moving on to help the Others. Skahn gave a thumbs up and went around the Schooner double checking everything to ensure that it was still secure. Once that was done Skahn grabbed a coil of rope and began to move to the forecastle of the schooner. As Skahn was walking Skahn tied the rope in an 'X' across Skahn's chest and made a harness with a length of rope tied off to the schooner's Guy lines. This left all of Skahn's limbs free.

Skahn jumped down to the ground below, landing with a burst of sand. Skahn lowered their body so that all six of their limbs were on the ground, then Skahn began to pull with all the strength a seven foot tall Worker Zitan could muster. The rope pulled taught and began to stretch as the knots Skahn had tied began to set and the rope began to twist and the fibers settled into their pattern. Skahn could not help but let out a few hisses and clicks in effort as they pulled on the schooner, bringing it closer to the cave that had been pointed out by The Hawk.



H e a l t h :
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100%

E f f e c t s :
Sandy

W i t h : All

N o t e s :


_______
Skahn Dra


S a n d o
E v e n i n g

Skahn listened intently as the group continued to ask questions. A week to Ruk, and then to Crescent Moon Canyon. They would need to make good time if they wished to arrive on time. As concerns about supplies were raised Skahn considered their own supplies. They had no food, water, or tears but they did have trade able scrap metal and tiny machines. Skahn hoped it would be enough to trade for in Ruk.

The others began to disperse and Skahn was addressed by The Torvin. Skahn tilted their head as The Torvin spoke. Shiny. Skahn had never heard the word used on this manner before, but it seemed to be intended as a question. Perhaps it was a colloquialism where The Torvin was from, and if that was the case Skahn was delighted that The Torvin had shared it with them. Skahn would have to try it out some time.

Skahn nodded to The Torvin and set off after them. Skahn had eaten and drank today. They should be fine until they arrived at Ruk, where Skahn could trade for tears and meat. Skahn let their mandibles click and hiss as they let out a barely comprehensible,
"Shhhhiny"
Skahn echoed their response to match The Torvin's question, and hopefully used the phrase correctly. Skahn gave a close approximation of a 'thumbs up' to The Torvin as well, hoping it would help bridge the gap, as it were and make it clear that Skahn was saying 'yes'.

As Skahn began to follow The Torvin they remembered that The Torvin had a gear scar and Skahn was curious. Skahn hurried to keep pace with The Torvin and slowly began to sign, as The Torvin had asked them not to go to quickly, lest they go misunderstood,
"The Torvin has a gear on their arm. Skahn would like to ask questions about it, if it would not angry The Torvin..."
Skahn thought for a moment and then added,
"If it would angry The Torvin, Skahn apologizes for asking."



H e a l t h :
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100%

E f f e c t s :
None (?)

W i t h : Torvin

N o t e s :

M e n t i o n s : @LordOfTheNight


@stone
Like I said, its on me. I should've specified.
@stone
Valid, honestly.
But in regards to your previous statement which I just read again, Skahn has six limbs, four of which are 'arms', so they can work and communicate at the same time.
Now that I think about it, I should have specified that in the character sheet. Like I put that they have a Slongshot that requires 4 arms to use but I didn't specify how many arms Skahn has.
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