so much for elliot avoiding temp's "verbal barrage" lmao.
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Temp jumped when the girl placed a hand on her shoulder, wooden plank flailing. Fuckin' hell, she was not scared.
Fuck you, Grampa. She was gonna kick his ghost ass when she died.
But the demon was gone, the old rich jackass was bleeding out in the sand, and the girl (Gold? Gold Angel? Of course she'd washed up on demon island with someone named Angel) was rushing to clean up the mess. Left alone, Temp flung her makeshift weapon into the sand and stuck her face in her hands.
She was fine. It wasn't really a demon. Her heart wasn't about to explode.
A shaky breath escaped her as she pushed her fingers up, through her wet, tangled hair.
Someone was walking towards her. It was that guy she'd woken up, but his eyes weren't on her. He was looking further down the beach, beyond her towards the yellow light. He was walking towards it alone. Temp's eyes widened. As he passed her, she hot out a hand, yanking him back by the arm.
"The hell? You have a death wish? You see a fuckin' demon and you try to walk off alone?" Temp bopped him on the side of the head with the heel of her palm. "Your brain still rattling around in there?"
Fuck you, Grampa. She was gonna kick his ghost ass when she died.
But the demon was gone, the old rich jackass was bleeding out in the sand, and the girl (Gold? Gold Angel? Of course she'd washed up on demon island with someone named Angel) was rushing to clean up the mess. Left alone, Temp flung her makeshift weapon into the sand and stuck her face in her hands.
She was fine. It wasn't really a demon. Her heart wasn't about to explode.
A shaky breath escaped her as she pushed her fingers up, through her wet, tangled hair.
Someone was walking towards her. It was that guy she'd woken up, but his eyes weren't on her. He was looking further down the beach, beyond her towards the yellow light. He was walking towards it alone. Temp's eyes widened. As he passed her, she hot out a hand, yanking him back by the arm.
"The hell? You have a death wish? You see a fuckin' demon and you try to walk off alone?" Temp bopped him on the side of the head with the heel of her palm. "Your brain still rattling around in there?"
*war flashbacks*
i'm also not gonna post right away. letting @baraquiel have a turn first.
@drewccapp sorry about that, buddy. take the time you need.
i apologize for all the yelling at golde, but temp does not.
so in retrospect, making my character's biggest fear be scary supernatural stuff might not've been the kindest thing i've ever done. but also it's not the cruelest, so eh.
so in retrospect, making my character's biggest fear be scary supernatural stuff might not've been the kindest thing i've ever done. but also it's not the cruelest, so eh.
A girl's voice called out in the distance. Temp froze. The half-filled bottle in her hand fell, spilling in the sand.
"Ev?" she whispered, fragile hope in her chest. She sprinted forward, past the naked girl, who'd stopped to look through the debris on the shore. Temp skidded to a stop in front of the figure, sand flying.
It was a lone girl, half-drowned and sandy, sitting against a rock.
It wasn't Evelyn. The hope died.
"Who the piss're you?" she said like an accusation. But then the naked girl shouted something behind her and Temp glanced over her shoulder long enough to see her shouting something at the goat and… a kid?
But then… a new sound rose over the whispering sea. An evil hiss of voices echoed across the beach.
Her voice. Temp's hair stood on end, bumps raising along her flesh. Fear gripped at her throat. Something evil stood on the other side of the beach. Some demon, newly risen from hell, stalked toward them.
Then there was fighting. Temp was frozen, lips parted, as she watched. The demon fell with a sickening chorus of snapping and cracking, hissing angrily. The sound made her want to retch. Temp was shaking. It stood, golden eyes glowing.
"Get up," she forced out in a whisper. She glanced back at the girl. "Stand!" Her eyes darted along the sand, finding a stray plank of wood. Temp swiped it up, holding it in a white-knuckled grip. She faced the demon, still fighting the other people in the distance.
Temp could do this. She could do this.
She really hated her grandpa for all those ghost stories right now.
"Your legs work?"
"Ev?" she whispered, fragile hope in her chest. She sprinted forward, past the naked girl, who'd stopped to look through the debris on the shore. Temp skidded to a stop in front of the figure, sand flying.
It was a lone girl, half-drowned and sandy, sitting against a rock.
It wasn't Evelyn. The hope died.
"Who the piss're you?" she said like an accusation. But then the naked girl shouted something behind her and Temp glanced over her shoulder long enough to see her shouting something at the goat and… a kid?
But then… a new sound rose over the whispering sea. An evil hiss of voices echoed across the beach.
Her voice. Temp's hair stood on end, bumps raising along her flesh. Fear gripped at her throat. Something evil stood on the other side of the beach. Some demon, newly risen from hell, stalked toward them.
Then there was fighting. Temp was frozen, lips parted, as she watched. The demon fell with a sickening chorus of snapping and cracking, hissing angrily. The sound made her want to retch. Temp was shaking. It stood, golden eyes glowing.
"Get up," she forced out in a whisper. She glanced back at the girl. "Stand!" Her eyes darted along the sand, finding a stray plank of wood. Temp swiped it up, holding it in a white-knuckled grip. She faced the demon, still fighting the other people in the distance.
Temp could do this. She could do this.
She really hated her grandpa for all those ghost stories right now.
"Your legs work?"
So are we playing dnd rules? Do I gotta dash and wait until my next turn to use an attack? Have we rolled for initiative?
I buy waterlogged and heavy, but smelly? They just got washed afterall XD
i'm cracking up that ifor keeps referring to temp as a vixen. she'd definitely start a fight if he ever called her that out loud.
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