09-04-2016, 10:48 AM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
Reagan was, in a word—lost.
She was trying to make her way around, to find a direction to go, a sense of being. She was not doing a very good job. For you see, without her abilities, and her pride in shambles, Reagan has no idea what will become of her. She is not herself, and has no way of defending herself against the evil potatoes that she is sure are out to get her. Her old, green-tinged hair and moss covered body is reminiscent to that of a witch or an old hag—an oracle whose abilities had been stripped of her.
She is not what she was, and she is looking for someone with more answers than she currently has. Ruan has not yet made his appearance, and though she misses him, she has to make forward progress. She will not leave these lands; he will know to find her.
Seeing a small group, she feels her body lurch towards them, almost as if she knew them… as if something was—familiar. The smell upon one of them was that of Jason—someone she had known an age ago. She looked at him, and looked at his companions. Upon seeing that he had a male lover who was expecting, she took the chance of her old age to make the assumptions that old hags are used to making.
Jason has turned gay.
“It is so good to re-aquaint myself with friends who I thought would be long dead by now… I guess that even in the apocalypse, we are blessed in our blood, thank the Mother. Jason; introduce me to your friends, for it seems that we have a lot to learn, in order to return to our former selves.”
She was trying to make her way around, to find a direction to go, a sense of being. She was not doing a very good job. For you see, without her abilities, and her pride in shambles, Reagan has no idea what will become of her. She is not herself, and has no way of defending herself against the evil potatoes that she is sure are out to get her. Her old, green-tinged hair and moss covered body is reminiscent to that of a witch or an old hag—an oracle whose abilities had been stripped of her.
She is not what she was, and she is looking for someone with more answers than she currently has. Ruan has not yet made his appearance, and though she misses him, she has to make forward progress. She will not leave these lands; he will know to find her.
Seeing a small group, she feels her body lurch towards them, almost as if she knew them… as if something was—familiar. The smell upon one of them was that of Jason—someone she had known an age ago. She looked at him, and looked at his companions. Upon seeing that he had a male lover who was expecting, she took the chance of her old age to make the assumptions that old hags are used to making.
Jason has turned gay.
“It is so good to re-aquaint myself with friends who I thought would be long dead by now… I guess that even in the apocalypse, we are blessed in our blood, thank the Mother. Jason; introduce me to your friends, for it seems that we have a lot to learn, in order to return to our former selves.”