Clashing Storms (closed RP w/ woulditrickyou)
With a sharp inhale of breath and a jolting movement River was thrown back out into the world. With memories distorted and blurry and only a name clear in their mind they started a almost hundred year journey that led them to where they rested today; however that's getting a little to ahead of everything. Once awakening in a gutted out hospital with the moonlight shining brightly through the window a small spirit was left confused with nothing but a name. River. The voice that somehow seemed to be coming from the moon told them this was their name before going silent. They called out desperately for something, anything that could help them figure out what was going on. The last thing they could remember was feeling dreadful and black enclosing them as they fell to the floor. They vaguely remembered familiar voices arguing and refusing to pay whoever they were talking to a large sum of money and then they were here. Trying to think back any more caused them nothing but pain as loud shouts, sharp crashes and an overwhelming feeling of being broken filled their senses. Apparently their past had been a dreadful one so they were actually sort of happy that it was so blurry to them. Since that night they'd been simply roaming the world. It took no time at all for them to figure out what they could do but controlling it was a whole other story. When shouting or growing aggravated storms would quickly form and lighting would strike the earth. When saddened or lost rain began to fall with the quiet calls of thunder off in the distance as if they were trying to comfort them. For years the only thing they could ever at least sort if communicate with was the wind which took them from place to place. They could speak and it would listen, but never reply. It would simply pick them up and gently carry them off with a storm or even just to some random place in the world when River was wanting a change of scenery. Although this also proved to be a bit of a bad thing given whenever River did or said something that the wind didn't much like it would send the small spirit crashing to the ground or water below. This exact situation is what led to where they stood today. Standing in a newly formed large divit in the ground located in a forest River glared up at the sky. Dirt, leaves, and even some small twigs covered their once clean clothes as they stood with their arms crossed as a stormed moved in. "Are you kidding me?! That was like a month ago and you're still gonna make me crash for it!? What did I ever do to you, huh?" Aggrivation was plain in the aqua haired spirits voice as a lighting flash brightened the sky and a rumble of thunder filled the air. "I already said I'm sorry for saying that so will you just help me continue flying? Please! I've got to at least make it to Europe before the day is over!" Large rain droplets pounded the ground and slowly began to clean River off as they were stuck at a stand still with their mute 'friend.' If you would even consider something like the wind an actual friend. They wanted desperately to make it to Japan in time for a new game to be released so they could possibly swipe a copy and play it for a bit but being the temperamental idiot they could be at times they'd called the wind an ass a week or two ago and apparently it was still unhappy about it. Just the entire situation greatly aggravated River thus causing a large thunderstorm to begin to brew over head. Plus the large amount of pain radiating from their shoulder which they were guessing got ripped out of its socket upon the crash did nothing to help them try and keep and even mind. @woulditrickyou
