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[b]As[/b] she slowly floated upward, her oversized hooded-jacket billowed in the air, producing faint rustling sounds. She stopped and clutched her jacket closer onto her body but the slight noise alerted her targets of her presence. A peculiar woman floating in the air in their periphery, the feathered nebula changed course and flew quite some distance away from Stone. She could chase them in the air but she hadn't eaten much since she was banned from her place of notoriety. A lot of energy would be used and what meager reserves she had left and the flying nebula had wouldn't be enough for her.

She tsked and dropped down. The rust-orange illumination of her torso and lower thighs faded into vivid rust-orange tattoos etched on her body - her body that dropped rapidly onto the ground. Stone was nonchalant except for the faint hint of disappointment on her face. Hunger wasn't something she liked experiencing; she was used to hunger but never did she liked being hungry.

When she was only a few feet above the ground, her tattoos flared and a flash of warm light was contained by her jacket - a few of them like rays of the sun as it set. She landed on her feet with a mild metallic noise. Stone rubbed her stomach and continued onto the designated meeting place.

Her twin-pair stud ear-piercings once gain projected a hologram that indicated she was near her destination. [color=#ff4500][i]I hope this [/i]captain[i] has food with him. I'm starving[/i].[/color]

Her mind wandered into the daydreams of food and being sated. She knew being satisfied of her hunger would only remain like so for a few hours at best, she let herself into the unlikely possibility she'd be able to eat heaps and heaps of food aboard the ship. That is, if she'd be allowed to join them and she'd actually be able to ride it - not munching on some food and be left wherever this familiar place was.

[color=#ff4500]"Where are the others? I am [i]in[/i] the right place I hope."[/color]

She was a good ways into the location when she remembered the left the [b]Cradle[/b] after she got distracted by flying food. [color=#ff4500]"Shillings!"[/color]

Stone, hungry and angry, bolted back to where she left her only possession. A faint glow was on her lower thighs and her sprint got considerable faster, making her trails be left with deep and heavy footsteps. Arriving in record time [color=gray][i][s]whatever that is[/s][/i][/color] she caught her breath before lifting her left arm.

The enormous marble-like pillar responded and emitted a glow similar to the tattoos on her body. Her neck, bicep, and wrist tattoos on her left arm glowed as the [b]Cradle[/b] followed her.

Her hunger and anger only rose then. She'd better eat or something's gonna' get eaten.[hr]