Riding out the Storm

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🔫She’s like rain when she rolls in                        But there’s Sunshine in her Thunder 🔫

🔫RP Blog for OC Character Calamity “Jane” Thompson

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🔫She’s coming around the bend                    She’s holding Lightning in both hands🔫

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The Storm Chasers

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For the time being she will allow the calmer parts of her personality to settle in. the ones that allow her to be amicable to being carried to undisclosed locations. Yes, she was informed of where she was being taken, but with no prior knowledge of where this place might be, she’s only relying on this stranger’s good nature for the truth. In the end, she found herself to be too tired to argue the possibilities on where this may all end wrong. Being embittered towards something out of her control is not who Pyrrha used to be. However, after the fall of Beacon, she can no longer be that girl who she used to claim so long ago. So pleasantly mannered, accepting of everything she’s been told with no questions. Simply a loving soul. But it was that openness that allowed others to reach inside and cause her harm, people she once trusted in the past. These experiences have not made her daft, only made her into the sharp woman she is today.   

Things could be worse, she recognizes. she recalls how the townsfolk adhered to her words. Simple authoritative commands mean nothing if there is no figure of equal power to say it. In times of trouble people listen to those in command, and based on everyone else’s reactions, her claim to being sheriff must have some merit. And if that checks out, then perhaps the location does as well. Pyrrha too tired to think further, rests her head on where neck meets shoulder. A supple curve that will act as her bedrest. She has half the mind to close her eyes -and she does- for some short lived moments when the voice of Calamity stirred her to become alert. 

They had made it to a home, which she later clarifies as belonging to the real sheriff. Oh, well, that’s an unexpected turn of events. The house itself is spacious, truly deserving of someone with that title (even if it’s just momentary). The couch in which she sat was comfortable, its rigidness worn out with the constant use. This relaxing moment is then followed by pain at the shedding of her foot wear. Pyrrha took a breath, just as instructed, but even that heads up wasn’t enough. If it were for the knee socks underneath, the heat would have caused the metal to stick to her skin, and peeling it once someone attempted to remove it. Gladly that isn’t the case this time around. A few nights ago she made the attempt to remove her sock to air it out and the aforementioned happened. Clear signs of her story with the scabs performed by healing skin. Her feet felt pained, irritated and itchy and what she couldn’t account for was the smell. It’s just like her to be humiliated by the unwarranted things her body does. 

Her toes curl as do her fingers on the leather of the couch. The wincing of her voice had not gone silent through this ordeal. Still, she attempted to even herself out, inhale and exhale through the mouth. Even the curling of her toes hurt with blisters in between the once empty spaces. “Can you -ah- just stop for a moment please. I need to take a break.” Look at that the warrior needs to take a break over such feeble a thing.

In those small moments, Cali leaned back from the sight of damaged feet, a smile plastered on her face, but her eyes didn’t hide the fact that, those feet, looked bad, the blood covered blisters, raw skin, attempted scabbing from some old wear. Yeah these feet were bad. She didn’t want to say it out loud, but it might be fairly obvious based on her words from before; Pyrrha would need to stay off these feet for a while till they properly healed, a week give or take.

“Well shoot, Ah’d need a break too after marchin’ around on those, myself. Might as well get some muzzles because them doggies are barkin’!” She grinned at Pyrrha, the friendliness returning to Calamity’s face to show it was going to be alright. She reframed from touching her feet any further as asked but they did need to be treated some.

“Alright then, here’s how thing’s are gonna go down f’er now. Ah’m gonna walk Y’all over tah the bathroom, Y’er gonna get y’erself a goo hot shower. Meanwhile Ah’ll be fixin’ up dinner. Townsfolk should all be in the shelter by now an’ makin’ their time wisely..” She grimaced at that, she hated being in this nice, luxurious house while most of them barely had any homes. Not that she heard any of them complain over it in the slightest, they were resilient people, still her made her feel a bit uneased herself.

“Anyway..” She came too from her thoughts, then stood and not going to take any “No’s “ or arguing, pulled Pyrrha up and wrapped an arm around her hip to brace the girl’s weight onto herself. Cali give a wink and started walking her along, heading around the corner pushing through a small door. They were in a new room, a laundry room of sorts, there were piles of clothing set to one side, mostly children’s clothing, some of the townsfolk’s clothing they had requested washed, and naturally the sheriff was more then happy to do it for them. There was a large heavy duty washer and dryer set, an ironing board, most of the basic essentials.

The door just beyond that was the Bathroom itself. It was overly fancy for Cali’s liking, but at the same time she didn’t complain about it; black. smooth marble flooring with a black toilet to match, the walls were dark blue, giving a sense of calming twilight all around. The shower was a spacious one with a fogged glass frame that had an actual door around it. A ivory towel rack filled with dark red, soft towels. There was even a special ambiance setting just along wall under the black marble sink, letting one dim the lights, turn on a series of fake flickering candles, even add sound effects to the bathroom ranging from ocean, forest, rain and thunder storm, even low wind and chimes.

 Real luxury stuff. 

“Now Y’all just make y’erself at home an’ get cleaned up. Some shampoo of my own an’ body wash on the rack inside the shower. Wash up, relax, an’ when Y’er done, dinner will be ready.” She lead Pyrrha over to where a small bench was pressed to the wall, the bathroom large and quiet and relaxing.

“Oh an’ put these clothes in the hamper outside the door, Ah need tah put on a load anyway so Ah can toss them in at the same time. Y’er about my size, so Ah’ll leave yah a change of my clothes yah can wear f’er the night.” She offered, giving the girl a smile and a pat to the shoulder, and then leaving a small medical kit with plenty of supplies in it that Pyrhha could use to treat and bandage her feet when finished.

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The Storm Chasers

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The more this interaction lengths, the more she has to fight against her eyes closing. The intensity of her lids shuddering closed, it’s nearly impossible to quelch. And so, Pyrrha rubs her eyes ever so often so spark a sense of alertness in her dull reflection. She tries her best to follow the dialogue, and engage where the conversation was headed, but truth be told, her concentration only lasts in short bursts. There is a low growl that accompanies her. Now whether the rumbling comes from her stomach or her throat, only the curious and brave could tell. 

Pyrrha simply nods at the other’s courtesy. Part of her feels bad for being off putting when she normally isn’t so, but arduous paths have made her different. At least during this meanwhile. Get her plenty of rest, adequate rest, and she’ll be good as new, no questions about it. For whichever reason, Pyrrha grabs the front of her circlet and tips it as one would do a hat. Perhaps she felt humorous, perhaps the heat was getting the better of her. 

How could offense be taken when it was nothing but the truth spoken. She gets it, truth hurts to some people, but she is not one of those people. That’s why the armor is there no, to protect her of all physical threats. And although a verbal challenge is not something armor is designated to confront, she finds a new purpose for it. A hot meal does sound nice, she thinks, and thinks over the many things her appetite might be craving. Stew is by far the best option. Carries a lot in nutritional value, it’s not too overly feeling and it makes a nice cozy sensation reside in one’s entire body. She can taste it now, her mouth waters at the thought. However, all that pooling saliva is swallowed. Her words too quick in the comeout, making an unfortunate victim out of her tongue as the tip is bitten. The girl winces, dry lips proving to be of little comfort to the inflamed area. For the moment being, the gladiator shakes her head, side to side the motion is, as her hands also come up to do the same gesture. “N-no. I cannot.” Simply she cannot intrude in such a manner, no matter if the advancement originated from the law enforcer herself. “I feel as if I’d be taking advantage of your generosity.” It is not her place to be taken care of by others, to be of a burden to them. She’d make a better case for herself but as obvious as it is, she’s not in the right state of mind to be her own defendant. 

It didn’t take much convincing, but in the end, Pyrrha agreed. “I will pay you for your hospitality. Your kindness will not go unchecked.”  The other doesn’t do this for monetary value, she knows, but it helps the burden in her heart to know that she has contributed of some sort. Left and right her gaze turns, trying to find an ATM machine but to no avail. No matter, her fingers ghost over the outline of the card presiding in the back pocket. 

     One blink

     Two blinks

“My feet!?” Right here? Right now? No. “I refuse they’re not presentable!” That’s putting it kindly. Rougher growth upon her soles. The untrimmed toenails marinating in the humidity of cloth and armor, why it packs a dense stench. To be honest, she wouldn’t be surprised if there’s any fungal growth in between the toenails caused by the humid environment. “Wha-” 

     Three blinks

She’s being held, why is she being held!? Though her feet are thankful to not have to support her weight much longer, she is too embarrassed to express any thanks on behalf of them. Her face comes to hide behind her set of hands. Whatever she was whining about cannot be deciphered. With what pride will she gander upon the sherif’s eyes now? With none that’s what. 

The notion that someone could take advantage of the generosity someone else would offer, is not a thought lost on Cali. She has seen her fair share of people who, when given an inch, will take a mile. But this girl, Pyrrha, does not strike the Sheriff as such a person. She only huffs at this, she was not one to let other’s suffer the way she has suffered in the past. Those who have suffered the worst of hardships are always the most generous with their kindness.

At the mention of wanting to pay her back,she only shakes her head but doesn’t say no. Easily she can recognize Pyrrha’s type, those who hate to burden others. But it’s not a burden to place when you genuinely need some help, and asking for help is something the red head could probably learn to do. Nevertheless, Calamity gives a nod. “Y’all can get tah repayin’...AFTER y’er right as rain. But Ah won’ accept anythin’ until then. As such, Y’er in my care, Darlin’. So Y’all best accept what Ah’m handin’ out..”

“Hah! Not presentable? Darlin’ Y’er talkin’ tah someone who’s worn boots ever since she could walk. Reckon my feet are way worse then y’er own when it comes tah presentation.” Calamity laughs. “But heels are not somethin’ yah wear in this environment or on long travels. So relax now...Ah’m not offerin’ yah a pedicure...Ah just wanna check f’er blisters an’ any damage tah y’er feet...It’s gonna determine how long Y’all need tah stay off them...lessen Yah hurt y’erself worse.” 

Okay, it was too damn cute seeing how this girl became a flustered, mess when picked up in the Sheriff’s firm arms. And Calamity couldn’t help but laugh, not in a way of poking fun but just a good ole hearty laugh. Obviously Pyrrha was not use to being treated this way, a true warrior through and through. But she’s still a woman, and Cali always had a strange disposition to aiding other women..

It wouldn’t take long, maybe 5 minutes of walking, before Calamity was carrying the girl through the threshold of the large home where she was residing. Held dead center in the town. And sitting Pyrrha down along a soft, red leather sofa. “This here is the real Sheriff’s house, but he told me tah stay here an’ house sit..as well as do his job...while he is away.” She commented, giving a role of her eyes at the decor, more so a few posters along the walls of the den, consisting of scantily clad women in bikini’s and small furs. Already they were boring, one could only lay eyes on the same image so many times before they became blind to it. “Try not tah mind the decor..Heh....Sheriff Black is a man of certain tastes, but a good an’ honorable upholder of the law none the less..”

She knelled down before Pyrrha and took one of her legs. “Now hush an’ don’ struggle...Ah don’ want tah hurt yah..” 

Calamity instructed undoing the straps of the boot and sure Pyrrha might argue. She started to pull carefully when a smell caught her nose...Not foot order, though that was present....No a stronger smell of blood. She stopped at this so as not cause Pyrrha any pain, the assumption was broken and rubbed raw blisters..

“Take a breath...Gonna pull these off at the same time an get it done with...Let’s see what the damage is, alright...Count of 5 now..”

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She licks her thumb before pressing the pad on her singer on to the smooth layout of the bull on her hat. There was a spec of dirt that got on it, she's just doing it right be cleaning it. "Good as new." Not entirely, but the hat still remains in good condition.

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The Sheriff was a bit surprised when she felt someone being so bold as to just waltz over and pull the hat right off her noggin. In most cases she might have yelled or even swung a fist at the person responsible. But in this situation she was slow to react. Taking note who had her hat and what the intentions were behind the grab..

“Well shoot, Darlin’! Ain’t y’all sweeter then a honey glazed slice of homemade cherry pie. Thank yah kindly.” Calamity exclaimed with a bit of a sparkle shimmering in her violet eyes, slowly taking back her hat when it was returned. Was always nice to see someone show some neighborly intentions. Even more so when it was coming from somewhat of a cute looking woman like Pyrrha here..

“This hat was me Pa’s...Sure does mean somethin’ special tah me.”

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The Storm Chasers

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She finds in inexplicable as to how sand became retained inside her foot wear. Walking miles upon end on a sandy terrain should do the trick, but when the only opening reaches more above her ankles, she begins to grow doubtful at the sand’s once harmless demeanor. The grains are something she feels beneath the slight flatness her feet offer, grinding against a black stocking in the hottest of day. Thankfully she managed to reach more solid ground, it took a couple of days to venture out from Vacuo but the deed became done. Unfortunately, as soon as she thought of a word of thanks,  a bolt of lightning sparked inside a conjunction of gray clouds. The sound reaches her ears shortly afterwards. Loud and demanding and as imposing as the gods. 

She wonders what Zeus does up there.

“Hm?” The sound that comes through her muffled lips. Chords of her vocals strum in a tired tune, and that tiredness can easily be recognized by the dark circles beneath her eyes. In all honesty pyrrha just wants to find a place to rest her weary head for the night, that’s all, she could do without the interruptions. “And why exactly do you need to see my identification?” There is a snap to her voice, one that she does not mean. Her body is running on minimal sleep, since the desert nights are oh so hold, it’s hard to sleep through the shivering. 

“You are correct, I am not from around here and I do not plan to stay long.” Pyrrha shows a frown to contrast the Sheriff’s placant attitude. Calamity is the name. Certainly it is unique but the meaning alone has her wary of her parent’s intentions. “I didn’t even notice them, I don’t preoccupy myself with the thoughts of others, only my own.” Before she gets too sidetracked, might as well introduce herself to end their courteous exchange.  

“Pyrrha Nikos.”

She freezes for a moment at the tone of voice that was just given to her. The girl snaps firm about the reasoning behind needing to see her ID. Not that Cali can blame her for such, it’s never any fun to be ask that by law enforcement. In most cases Calamity would have gotten firm and snapped back, but she doesn’t this time. No, she assesses the situation first, as she should do...She was on duty after all. Need to be professional.

That name sounds familiar, has she heard it before? Maybe but she cannot place it. And the Sheriff leans down to look Pyrrha in the eyes. She takes note of the darkness under those green hues. Her skin is dirty and her hair is messy. The girl holds a very pale color to her tone, with patches of sunburn along her shoulders. Her breathing heavy, a show of extreme exhaustion.

How far had she traveled? She didn’t look to be properly dressed for a long journey.

“Well, Miss Pyrrha, it’s mighty fine tah make y’er acquaintance.” She returns the smile to her face, what this girl needs a good dose of Neighborly Kindness.

“Now, don’ take this the wrong way, Darlin’, but Y’all look like Death warmed over twice, and it would be sure a miss of me not tah offer Yah a warm cot, and a hot meal. Sadly, the town INN was destroyed in the last storm, an’ the local shelter if full up on the women and children. Which means Y’all will be stayin’ with me...An’ Ah won’ take NO f’er an’ answer, Sugar Cube!”

With that the Sheriff puts one of her arms around Pyrrha’s shoulder and pulls her in close, her other arm scooping under Pyrrha’s knees, picking her up, Bridal style. “Come along now, let me help Y’all. Noticed how Yah be limpin’ like a coyot’ with his foot in a bear trap, so the first thin’ Ah’m gonna do is hav’ a look at y’er feet...Gotta say, y’er footwear isn’t right f’er this part of the world, no sir. Must sting somethin’ fierce tah walk by now..” 

---She was being kind, and that was something she was a firm believer of. It’s important to help others, to show some form of Humanity when people are in need.

A look from the rest of the towns folk, and the slight tension of the red head’s presence is lightened.

“Now listen up!” She calls to everyone within ear shot, still holding Pyrrha in her arms. “It’s gettin’ late, an’ the storm above seems tah be stable. Ah want all the women, children, and elderly tah turn in f’er the night back in the shelter. The men an’ older boys will lock down the town gates, and take up y’er normal night watch shifts. Ah’ll be tendin’ tah our guest f’er a bit, then will make my rounds as normal. Any problems an’ yah best sound the bell...”

She instructs the people with a firm sense of leadership, it’s the best routine they’ve made use of for the last 2 weeks of silence. And with everyone going about their jobs, she return to her direction and walks the girl in her arms down the dark, dusty road, as street lanterns are being put out one by one. The sound of Calamity’s spurs clinking with every step..

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❝ sorry, darling, but i work alone, ❞ so that wasn’t always 100% true, but she didn’t really like bring people into her world. much too dangerous. 

“Well sorry tah burst Y’er bubble there Mam, but Ah reckon Ah hav’ business tah attend tah in there, so Y’all are gonna take me along! An’ Ah ain’t takin’ no f’er answer!” There was a storm crystal near by and she had to deal with it, she was the only one who break it before it matured into a Cube..

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“DHHAAAAHHH!!”

She had only been walking by one of the booths when she felt a pair of hands grab her by the waist and yank her down, her fiest reaction was to punch, as it hadn’t been the first time someone tried this..

Though the mild spark of shock an anger merely turned into a sense of embarrassment to see the so called ‘saiyan’ sitting under her, or more so Calamity sitting on top of her..

“Wha-Wha....What in the name of Dusty Dave’s sweat stained skins are Y’all tryin’ tah do here? ‘Bout near gave me a heart attack, Kefla!” She scoffed loudly..”Not tah mention Ah almost decked yah! Don’ sneak on me like tha’!”

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