you are not alone.
continued from here w/ saabaku
anguis-novum:
She comes here often – when she’s not otherwise pouring over entire wealths of knowledge she’d somehow missed out on back in Minrathous. It baffles her – an entire history, memorized as though etched into her own heart, wiped completely from any record she can get her claws on, replaced with gods and battles and heroes she has no recollection of. Must she search harder? She thinks occasionally she catches a hint of Tevene in the scrawled glyphs – a glimpse of familiarity, at least, if not an answer – but upon second glances she is just as confused as before.
Suffering is an apt word for it. Calpernia boils inside, crude wooden staff strapped to her back like something precious. It’s a poor excuse for a weapon, but she feels that perhaps, in the heat of the moment, muscle memory will take over, innate talent will triumph, and she will once again channel flame. But until then… Well, at least it’s no corked hook.
“Have they castrated you, as well?” She sneers. Look at how he toys with it, the pitiable creature! “The men in white have taken from us both, it seems.” Calpernia palms her narrow hips, voice loud and flickering with rage at its edges.
The broad talks, and for a moment Crocodile regards her with nothing more than a scoff and a sideways glance. She talks funny --- it might be polite to ask where she’s from ... But then again, he sort of doesn’t fucking care.
“ Does it look like it. “ he asks, brandishing the damned hook, “ I can’t even take it off to get what’s underneath. “
Well. At least he could still bludgeon someone to death, if he needed to.
How did they do it, how did they get him here? Surely this is a nightmare ... He sneers at the glyphs on the wall and crosses his arms, “ What do you know about this place? “
