#vada; interactions

[fullmoonsky]

who: open to all (CAPPED!)

where: the shore ⛈

In the two and a half decades that Vada had lived in Portum, she hadn't seen a change in the weather so drastic. The former pirate depended on the certain predictability of this town — something her life had clearly been lacking prior to her arrival. The torrential downpour reminded her of storms on the high seas, a rush to captain a ship to safety. The corners of her lips lifted and she tilted her head back towards the skies with no fear of the rain as she thought back on those days with a fondness. But as thrilling as that life had been, she knew she would never do it again if it meant losing what she had now.

She was rain soaked. But she didn't mind. Her house was close to the shore. Soon enough, she would be warm and dry with a cup of hot tea in her hand. Or gin. Whichever struck the mood. Vada glanced across the waters now, watching as the rain was brought to an unexpected halt, replaced by a quickening fog. Vada knew storms better than anyone else. But this, she knew was... unnatural. She spotted a shadow of a figure on the docks, stepping down from her boat now. "You really shouldn't be out here. The fog...there's something wrong."

[fullmoonsky]

who: closed starter with Laon @daluy0ng where: Laon's house

Vada was what some people might consider — a reformed pirate. And though her position as battalion chief certainly was in conflict with her past from a moral stand point, this bird still had some of her old feathers. At Vada's beginning, she was raised a thief and a scam artist of sorts. It was easier to give into those parts of herself when she shifted, as the nature of a crow was after all, mischievous. She felt stealing and collecting shiny objects (and sometimes harassing the locals) was the best way to honor her shifted form. Also, it was a whole lot of fun.

But sometimes her shifter form was put to use in other ways. Like flying overhead to get a better look at the ground below. Doing this in a fog was possibly one of her worse ideas. Vada thought that if she flew high enough, she might be able to identify holes in the fog. But at some point she got turned around — she was lost after flying for hours, her wing injured in the entire mix-up of things. Soon enough, she was spiraling out of control, her injured wing partially lit aflame as she attempted to heal herself — the hybrid flying through Laon's open window and sliding across her floor.

[fullmoonsky]

who: closed starter with Fletcher @silkeared where: station thirteen

"Think fast." Vada tossed a sandwich at station thirteen's newest recruit, plopping down in the seat in front of him. She slid her own hot sandwich onto the table and began to peel the foil off of it. She hadn't exactly had the chance to spend much time with Fletcher off mission — get to know him. Once the fog had started pulling in, station thirteen had become slightly busier as Portum residents struggled with the change in weather. That often meant more accidents, more room for error. And most importantly, more need for the fire department. But even so, it had been a month or so. Fletcher was due for a check in. "How are you settling in there?"

[fullmoonsky]

who: closed starter with Oliver @brazyspirit where: hallowed grounds

"Aye. If it isn't my favorite little ghosty." Vada slid into the booth beside Oliver without so much as an invitation, a to-go cup in her hand. They were eating some kind of pastry or other. And while Vada didn't want to be too much of a bother, she figured she would at least say hello. "It's a shame about this fog, isn't it? I miss seeing you doodle under your little tree. It's just about the highlight of my day." She said, playing up her flattery.

While the two were friendly, their interactions were usually in passing. She was often on the move but enjoyed Oliver's creative spirit whenever she did get a glimpse at it. Vada had taken a liking to this particular ghost upon his arrival in Portum. She couldn't help it, really. After all, she knew what it was to die. Perhaps she was intrigued by the idea that death was a little more permanent for others. Or perhaps she just enjoyed Oliver's energy. Most likely, it was a little of both. "What are you eating there?"