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"-Is that your devilspawn of a cat over by the window?" Aaaaaaand he's gonna casually handcuff Nick to the desk whilst he's distracted
He can admit it’s stupid falling for such a thing, knowing his sweet, emphasis on sweet, cat was too lazy to wander so far. But the fear is what still gets him, stiffening at the cool touch of metal against his wrist.
“What the--Stoddard!”
[Text --> Mexican Guy]: Eres lindo cuando te enojas. See, told you I was learning Spanish!
{Txt: Pain in Ass} I can’t believe you, I really can’t.
[Text --> Mendoza]: The chicken.
{Text: Stoddard}: I don’t get it.
Wait for it....
{Text: Stoddard}: YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE
Cue five minutes or so later... [Text --> Mendoza]: Knock knock.
{Text: Stoddard}: Stoddard PLEASE I am trying to work!
A pause.
{Text: Stoddard}: ...Who’s there.
[Text --> Mendoza]: Nooooo, it's to get to the asshole's house!
{Text: Stoddard} Sooooo your house.
[Text --> Mendoza]: Why did the chicken cross the road?
A long, long, long sigh.
{Text to: Stoddard}: To get away from your jokes?
biotite; rhodonite; silver; unakite;
send me a crystal and i’ll tell…
Biotite – The biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with
Like before mentioned, she’s having a hard time dealing with a fat compunction that literally eats her from inside out like a worm an apple. She’s infused with guilt and fears that whatever she did and still will do is never enough to make her forget or feel relieved. The death of her sister’s struck her heart and infested it with deep sorrow. The kind of grief that follows you through ages, a whole lifetime and beyond. It’s her fault after all. And although she tries to suppress the anger and pain about herself, it eventually w i l l surface one day or the other.
In company to this specific kind of misery, Nadheliya also suffers from the imbalanced strength that courses through her cold veins; the breath of winter. She’s like a walking incarnation of the goddess of winter and has absolutely no control over it. Only when emotionally stable and with a pure heart, she’s able to create good things and make full use of whatever rests within her ad libitum. When in another, unconvenient state, she’s more dangerous than a starved wolf and knowing this for a fact makes her feel … helpless, to say the least.
The decease of her sister and the non-controllability over her powers is was shellacs her the most.
Rhodonite – If my muse prefers elegance or convenience
Formerly being of indian lineage and growing up in a small village that had no opulences to offer, Nadheliya grew up under humbly conditions, never felt as though something was heavily lacking in her life. She’s been teached early that this world does not solely exist for tangibles but far more profound reasons only a handful of people are able to see and comprehend.
After the experiments and reconstruction of her persona, however, a lot of things concerning her personality, beliefs and sound views changed drastically. While she still does not believe that money and fame alone is the key to ultimate happiness, she d o e s care about luxury and elegance, prefers to live with style and class rather than humbly once more. She’s worked hard for her establishments, although they never remain the same, or in the same place that is, since she’s never seated solid. So while she’s not entirely materialistic, Nadheliya enjoys to live neat; simply up-to-date.
Silver – If my muse prefers masculinity or femininity
In relation to her o w n behavioral prefrence, she definitely chooses femininity, which’s clearly written all over her features. The way she talks, moves, arrays and wears her subtle make-up is actually answer enough. Though, in terms of a partnership, she prefers masculinity. She’s had a few female companionships in the past and therefore made her experiences abundant enough to say with absolute certainty that she feels far better { and safer } around a masculine election.
Unakite – What my muse’s ideal pet would be
There’s an uncountable amount of animals walking this earth Nadheliya loves and appreciates dearly and equally. Of course, there are also a few she favors but unfortunately, most of them aren’t really predestined to be held as pets in a regular household. Dolphins, Arctic owls and Butterflies for example. If she’d have the chance to keep a more regular one by choice, she’d probably prefer a cat, however. They’re mysterious, intelligent, predominantly domesticated and fun to watch and have around. It’d either be a black or a white one – depends on the repertory and that special ‘magical moment’ after the first encounter.
Dogs are nice and sweet, too. But keeping one all on her own would most definitely be troublesome. She’s a traveller, always hitting the road whenever duty calls. No exceptions. She’d be 'home’ at the most ungodly times, if ever. A pain and red rag to every dog owner. Cats, on the other hand, are more or less independent and fine on their own. A trait pet and owner would share alike. Ironic.
Agate aaand Moss Agate :)
send me a crystal and i’ll tell…
Agate – How my muse calms down
There are, in all honesty, billions of ways for her to properly calm down. Although not a character to show obvious vexation towards others, Nadheliya can easily feel under-fire { angry, sad – whatever reason’s given }if pinched at the right spot, keeps all the tension in, however, and remains collected most of the time until there’s a fitting eventuality for her to let off steam behind the covers where no one can see and won’t know.
Those ‘eventualities’ vary, depend on the severe of her alienation and the circumtance she’s in. Though, most of them are a definite win and cool her mind for good.
On one hand, there’s the ‘Diaphragm Breathing’ exercise. A good way to regain control over breathing patterns where neurotransmitters are released to calm the mind and spirit. Yoga is another way, or sport. Any physical activity that distracts enough and relaxes the muscles. Once in great anger, it may happens that Nadheliya seeks a desolated, forlorn place to let her powers roam free. She tends to easily lose control over them via great, unstable emotions so that’s one way to let it all slip and go. On the other hand, there’s also the possibility that she’ll calm after a sweet, refreshing shower, or a bath with aromatic oils and scented candles. This should always do nicely. Exceptions confirm the rules, though.
The main factor for her to calm down again is to be left alone for a prolonged amount of time, having a chance to seclude herself from all the drama spiraling around her. One should keep in mind that it takes an awful lot to really tick her off.
Moss Agate – If my muse has a high or low opinion of themself
It’s a little bit of both. She partially sees herself as a strong and independent woman that is certainly not afraid to get some dirt under her nails for the right payment and necessary respect, acts aloof and mysterious around everyone she encounters and plays her games with excellence and utmost professionality. She acts tough and hard-boiled, her eyes always as hard and stoic as ice. Non-telling. However, there’s another side that rests deep inside of her conscious’ roots. One might think she’s strong enough to get through just anything single-handedly, but the truth shines in a different light. Nadheliya’s a non-perfect, broken and sometimes pretty much insecure, little being that struggles with a fate worse than death; eternal compunction. Being the cause for the tragic death of her sister years ago, she has a hard time finding something worth to fight for and to believe in. She secretly feels as though someone has slaughtered her heart with a jackhammer and that her trauma would never cease to erode her already weary bones.
Sins cannot be forgiven. Yet she continues to fight, not knowing what for exactly. A way to make her amends, perhaps. Avenge what’s happened to her and what has triggered her to crystallize her sister’s soul and body to ice columns.
In that sense, Nadheliya has a high A N D a low opinion of herself. It’s like Ying and Yang. She provides a clear and bright side, but so is there a well-hidden darkness inside her mind just as well that keeps on making her believe that she’s a terrible being; a monster.
