Perdy Good Hands

Perdita Powell || 30 || She/her || partially-deaf shifter || Disney Affiliated with deadbiterpg

[halfdeafshifter]

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He didn’t want to say anything else about cats, knowing that it wouldn’t do to argue with her over it. She had her opinions on felines, and he had is. He would always be suspicious of them, just like the mailman. His brows furrowed at the mention of Death, among other powerful beings being involved. Wait. He shook his hands as if he were trying to clear his head. You’ve met Death, the Death…as in the Grim Reaper? He took in the information about soulmates, and the collapsing of the worlds - though his mind seemed stuck on the fact that she’d met Death. Have you gotten a mark yet? He’d been occupied with staying alive to check his own body, but was curious about her results.

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It didn’t matter if they didn’t agree on cats, they were both entitled to their opinions after all. And if he hated cats, she wouldn’t hold it against him. After all, how often did she meet another shifter that liked to take the same Dalmatian form? When he started shaking his hands, she stopped and chuckled. Oh. Yeah, her name’s Billie. I met her when I got here. And the head of the shifters. Perdy grinned, enjoying his surprise at all of the things going on, but she also felt a little bad for not slowly letting him come to terms with all of it. I have. It showed up this morning, actually. I just don’t know if I’ll find whoever has it. Have you?

[halfdeafshifter]

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Her story was highly unusual and seemed absolutely ridiculous - had he not known better. Seriously? I always knew that cats were evil, shifter or otherwise. Fingers danced skillfully as he signed, no longer stuttering quite as much as he used to. He did chuckle a little at the vision he had of Perdita chasing a cat into unknown dimensions. He just wished he knew how he’d ended up in the same place. He knew for sure that he had not chased anything - cat or otherwise - through any veil. Any idea what is happening to the world, worlds?

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It was an insane story, but it was very sadly true. And she didn’t feel like it was her fault that she’d ended up there. But maybe she was supposed to. Especially since she was now part of helping end whatever was going on. I don’t hate cats, I like them. This one was just vicious. It started the whole thing. Perdita felt bad for him, wishing she could find an answer for him. She enjoyed how smoothly he signed, that there was no difficulty understanding him or keeping up with what he was saying. Sort of. I met these powerful people when I got here. Death was one. And apparently the worlds are collapsing, dying. We’re supposed to look for our soulmates, there’s some kind of magic or energy that will help heal the worlds that comes from soulmates. It’s weird. We’re supposed to have some mark on us that will help find our soulmates. Her hands stilled as she thought about the mark that had shown up that morning, a soft smile playing over her lips. There was hope for her yet, but she wasn’t sure who or what she would be bound to. Really confusing, right?

[halfdeafshifter]

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Pongo had been lost and confused for so long. While some things seemed to be familiar, there was quite a bit that had changed. Until recently, he’d been wandering the streets in his Dalmatian form - fearful that any other form might cause him a greater amount of trouble. 

When he was approached by her, the biggest smile formed on his features. Relief washed over him as he found someone familiar. Perdita? His fingers moved swiftly as he signed, trying to make certain that it was indeed her, and not someone else. Nothing seems normal anymore. He looked over his shoulder at the space around them. I’m not really sure how I got here, but I’m glad I ran into you, and not someone else. Or something else, he thought. How did you get here?

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Seeing Pongo made her so very happy. It’s really me, I promise. It’s really good to see you. I’ve met some people here that aren’t too bad, but I’m just really glad to see someone familiar. You know? It amused her, that he’d wanted to be sure that it was her, but she didn’t blame him. Nothing was right anymore, everything was just. . .different. And not for the better. At his question, she chuckled self-deprecatingly before cringing slightly. Well, it’s kind of embarrassing. I was in my dog form and there was this cat. I chased it through the veil. In my defense, I thought it was another shifter because it was being really evil. It wasn’t. It was a normal cat. Well, maybe she could amuse him with her silly way of venturing through the veil from their world to that one. The head shifter on The Council had found her, brought her before Billie and that weird seer and then set her loose to find her soulmate.

[halfdeafshifter]

She definitely hadn’t expected to see a familiar face there. How could she? The world was. . .strange. But spotting the male she’d had the opportunity to interact with a few times, Perdita’s face lit up. Hey, stranger, she signed, face breaking out in a grin. You are the one bit of normal in all of this. How’d you end up here?

@shiftsxatxtwilightxbark​

[halfdeafshifter]

[halfdeafshifter]

✧ wornfreckles​:

its refreshing how she seems a bit oblivious to his grumpiness,   how she seems a bit carefree though probably far from the truth.   the place wasn’t overly crowded not too loud which lead to…..  him believing something to be true as she moved her hands in time with her words.  dean smiles,  leaning back if only to bring his hands up to answer her.  a tad bit rusty with it as there hadn’t been moments where he needed it,    _depends how strong you want your drink_

When his hands began moving, her face lit up, not used to someone being able to communicate with her without her having to strain her good ear. _not too strong, I guess. I wouldn’t want to end up being the entertainment tonight_ How refreshing. Chuckling, she asked him his name, introducing herself as well. _I’m Perdita, but you can call me Perdy._

[acktivated-moved-deactivated202]

“No,   I don’t want company,”    the hunter states,  letting calloused digit trace around the rim of his glass.   not entirely intelligent of him to perch at the bar,  especially with the bounty to his name——-    not a new turn of events in the supernatural world,   he’s always been    ‘   wanted   ‘    in all forms of the word. 

[halfdeafshifter]

As she sat, she didn’t actually respond to his statement, not having heard it over the din that was plaguing her one good ear. ❝ Do you know what’s good to have here? ❞ she asked, her hands moving in time with her words as she turned slightly to face the male. It was all just interesting and she moved through it with a sort of distant awe, not really getting into either side of it, but accepting that there might be a soulmate out there for her. But her disability did make her kind see her as weak, something that she knew wasn’t likely to find her a soulmate.

[halfdeafshifter]