[Apparent perks of being a hybrid: heat doesn't bother as much as it used to.
Downside: not as much as you'd think.
Granted, at this point, Madsen still has a short-sleeved jacket over a tank top, but she's rolled up her pants legs (though the boots are staying on, who the hell knows what's in the sand) and does have her sleeves rolled up as well, a patch of scar tissue visible on her right arm coming down from the shoulder. With the situation as it stood, she doubted people would be asking anyway when they had more important things to be worrying about.
Though that still begged the question of just why this whole fiasco was happening in the first place. Any further thoughts on what she's gotten herself into is quashed as soon as she sees the ... potential transport. Gold eyes blink as she regards it, opening and closing her mouth silently before looking back -
... well, at least she wasn't alone.]
Looks like there's room for two - you in?
phase iii.
[As if a reminder of her still all-too-human state (and just how long has she been in here, anyway? There's no way this could've set in so quickly), Madsen's been fighting off heat exhaustion, this time having discarded her jacket to show off more of her battle scars.
So it's no surprise that someone would be rushing to the nearest water source in a fucking desert - though the figure that's there has her stopping dead in her tracks, eyes wide.]
No fucking way... bird-brain?
[Lounging near the edge of the pool is a tall figure, muscular, with red hair and gold eyes eerily similar to her own, grinning as he gives her a wave.]
That really how you're gonna address someone who you haven't seen in years, kid? C'mon, thought I'd have more influence than that.
[She freezes in her tracks, only to clench both fists.]
Don't even try pulling that bullshit on me, you idiot. You're the one who thought it was a good idea to pull this. [One hand goes to her chest as she says that (if it were really him, he'd know exactly what that meant - and what he had sacrificed to make sure she live to see the end of the war), and there's a couple moments of hesitation before Nithal gives a hum, tapping a finger against his jawline.]
Still haven't figured it out, huh. The reason why I did what I did-
The hell are you even going on about -
[There's a moment's hesitation before he stands, the hallucination of her old partner brushing sand off his pants.]
Suppose that doesn't matter now. Question is, though - are you prepared to keep up? [His grin turns almost wicked, and she's immediately in a defensive stance -]
I took what you said back then seriously, bird-brain. [She doesn't return the grin, instead taking a deep breath. Looks like there's a fight about ready to brew.]
wildcard.
[Anything else you can think of or want to do a different prompt? Let me know!]
Emily Madsen | Original Character
[Apparent perks of being a hybrid: heat doesn't bother as much as it used to.
Downside: not as much as you'd think.
Granted, at this point, Madsen still has a short-sleeved jacket over a tank top, but she's rolled up her pants legs (though the boots are staying on, who the hell knows what's in the sand) and does have her sleeves rolled up as well, a patch of scar tissue visible on her right arm coming down from the shoulder. With the situation as it stood, she doubted people would be asking anyway when they had more important things to be worrying about.
Though that still begged the question of just why this whole fiasco was happening in the first place. Any further thoughts on what she's gotten herself into is quashed as soon as she sees the ... potential transport. Gold eyes blink as she regards it, opening and closing her mouth silently before looking back -
... well, at least she wasn't alone.]
Looks like there's room for two - you in?
phase iii.
[As if a reminder of her still all-too-human state (and just how long has she been in here, anyway? There's no way this could've set in so quickly), Madsen's been fighting off heat exhaustion, this time having discarded her jacket to show off more of her battle scars.
So it's no surprise that someone would be rushing to the nearest water source in a fucking desert - though the figure that's there has her stopping dead in her tracks, eyes wide.]
No fucking way... bird-brain?
[Lounging near the edge of the pool is a tall figure, muscular, with red hair and gold eyes eerily similar to her own, grinning as he gives her a wave.]
That really how you're gonna address someone who you haven't seen in years, kid? C'mon, thought I'd have more influence than that.
[She freezes in her tracks, only to clench both fists.]
Don't even try pulling that bullshit on me, you idiot. You're the one who thought it was a good idea to pull this. [One hand goes to her chest as she says that (if it were really him, he'd know exactly what that meant - and what he had sacrificed to make sure she live to see the end of the war), and there's a couple moments of hesitation before Nithal gives a hum, tapping a finger against his jawline.]
Still haven't figured it out, huh. The reason why I did what I did-
The hell are you even going on about -
[There's a moment's hesitation before he stands, the hallucination of her old partner brushing sand off his pants.]
Suppose that doesn't matter now. Question is, though - are you prepared to keep up? [His grin turns almost wicked, and she's immediately in a defensive stance -]
I took what you said back then seriously, bird-brain. [She doesn't return the grin, instead taking a deep breath. Looks like there's a fight about ready to brew.]
wildcard.
[Anything else you can think of or want to do a different prompt? Let me know!]