Grapplin Wrangler

The symbol of Blackrock was on her sleeve, presumably she was from the Korblox Administration considering the attire, though, that same attire was weirdly light for a Blackrockian. It helped in the sun of course but didn't seem too warm for someone who came from what felt like frostbite as a place.

"Oh great... am I lost already..? Didn't Broker say he'd meet me somewhere?" She mumbled under her breath, tightening the cover over her eye out of habit, not like she'd be able to really see anyone coming with her remaining eye anyways...

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((My dumbahh closing Tumblr before hitting send T^T anyways, here's my darling little acolyte/silly))

A flap of wings and the cast of multiple Oziphrage's shadows are the only warning she gets before a group of wranglers land, surrounding her.

Tense, she listens to them muttering, eyes bore into her. They all quite when one speaks up, presumably their leader. "I didn't think we'd see anyone trudging round these parts... especially so late into the day..."

The leader of the pack looks her up and down. They spot the patch on her sleeve. Their smile is strained "Ain't you far from home?"

They're surprised she hasn't toppled over from a heat stroke even with the whites of her clothes reflecting the sun.

"I get that a lot, but I have somewhere I need to be." She didn’t look away as she spoke, eye narrowed just a little, not like she could see too well anyways with the slight visual impairment in her still there eye.

She took a step back, not mentioning her name but putting some slight distance between herself and the group, mostly the Oziphrages, those things gave her the creeps no matter how much she saw them…

((No no you’re good! I do that a lot TwT))

They whisper under their breath to themself, she barely hears it over the sound of ruffling feathers, ears honed due to her lacking sight.. "I don't even know how ya even made it out this far..."

They note her... wariness of the Oziphrages. As well as the gloss over her working eye and the cloth covering the other. "...Do ya' need a lift?"

She seems... suspicious. A stray inphernal with a lab coat on? Even if she may have nothing to do with the Church... she's clearly not supposed to be here.

"Oh, no. I’ll be fine, just have to visit a… friend of mine then I’ll be off and out of this desert, apologies if I crossed onto your territory on accident." She replied with as much care as she could muster, her apathy was still there but it was mostly because of the whole… eye thing.

She moved a hand to lightly fix the crystal floating between her horns with a wince, it hurt but it had to be done so the unevenness of her horns didn’t make it fall and cause a worse pain. "Though, I suppose with my attire, Lost Temple is more pleasant than that cold wasteland called Blackrock, and they wonder why I live in Crossroads.."

They feel uneasy. Something at the back of their mind is screaming something is wrong. Her reasoning and attire doesn't fit at all.

The softer part of them simply protests at the idea of well... leaving some inphernal alone waiting for someone who may not even come.

It reminds them of waiting for Scythe after she left.

They make a hand motion, catching the other Wranglers attention. "Ya'll go ahead. I'll stay here and give 'er some company til her friend arrives."

A flurry of motion and suddenly the wranglers begin to prepare to take off once more. Grappling Hook turns to her once more. "It was nice meeting ya', Mx. Seer..."

They glance towards the sweltering sun. "I'll drop by tah check on ya later. Here, tah hoping ya' dont die of exposure!"

Seer supposed it was a good thing that no one suspected her unless they knew her, it was safer that way, for herself mostly since she knew what most wanted if they knew she was apart of the Church.

The symbol of Blackrock was on her sleeve, presumably she was from the Korblox Administration considering the attire, though, that same attire was weirdly light for a Blackrockian. It helped in the sun of course but didn't seem too warm for someone who came from what felt like frostbite as a place.

"Oh great... am I lost already..? Didn't Broker say he'd meet me somewhere?" She mumbled under her breath, tightening the cover over her eye out of habit, not like she'd be able to really see anyone coming with her remaining eye anyways...

— @all-futures-blur

((My dumbahh closing Tumblr before hitting send T^T anyways, here's my darling little acolyte/silly))

A flap of wings and the cast of multiple Oziphrage's shadows are the only warning she gets before a group of wranglers land, surrounding her.

Tense, she listens to them muttering, eyes bore into her. They all quite when one speaks up, presumably their leader. "I didn't think we'd see anyone trudging round these parts... especially so late into the day..."

The leader of the pack looks her up and down. They spot the patch on her sleeve. Their smile is strained "Ain't you far from home?"

They're surprised she hasn't toppled over from a heat stroke even with the whites of her clothes reflecting the sun.

"I get that a lot, but I have somewhere I need to be." She didn’t look away as she spoke, eye narrowed just a little, not like she could see too well anyways with the slight visual impairment in her still there eye.

She took a step back, not mentioning her name but putting some slight distance between herself and the group, mostly the Oziphrages, those things gave her the creeps no matter how much she saw them…

((No no you’re good! I do that a lot TwT))

They whisper under their breath to themself, she barely hears it over the sound of ruffling feathers, ears honed due to her lacking sight.. "I don't even know how ya even made it out this far..."

They note her... wariness of the Oziphrages. As well as the gloss over her working eye and the cloth covering the other. "...Do ya' need a lift?"

She seems... suspicious. A stray inphernal with a lab coat on? Even if she may have nothing to do with the Church... she's clearly not supposed to be here.

"Oh, no. I’ll be fine, just have to visit a… friend of mine then I’ll be off and out of this desert, apologies if I crossed onto your territory on accident." She replied with as much care as she could muster, her apathy was still there but it was mostly because of the whole… eye thing.

She moved a hand to lightly fix the crystal floating between her horns with a wince, it hurt but it had to be done so the unevenness of her horns didn’t make it fall and cause a worse pain. "Though, I suppose with my attire, Lost Temple is more pleasant than that cold wasteland called Blackrock, and they wonder why I live in Crossroads.."

They feel uneasy. Something at the back of their mind is screaming something is wrong. Her reasoning and attire doesn't fit at all.

The softer part of them simply protests at the idea of well... leaving some inphernal alone waiting for someone who may not even come.

It reminds them of waiting for Scythe after she left.

They make a hand motion, catching the other Wranglers attention. "Ya'll go ahead. I'll stay here and give 'er some company til her friend arrives."

A flurry of motion and suddenly the wranglers begin to prepare to take off once more. Grappling Hook turns to her once more. "It was nice meeting ya', Mx. Seer..."

They glance towards the sweltering sun. "I'll drop by tah check on ya later. Here, tah hoping ya' dont die of exposure!"

The symbol of Blackrock was on her sleeve, presumably she was from the Korblox Administration considering the attire, though, that same attire was weirdly light for a Blackrockian. It helped in the sun of course but didn't seem too warm for someone who came from what felt like frostbite as a place.

"Oh great... am I lost already..? Didn't Broker say he'd meet me somewhere?" She mumbled under her breath, tightening the cover over her eye out of habit, not like she'd be able to really see anyone coming with her remaining eye anyways...

— @all-futures-blur

((My dumbahh closing Tumblr before hitting send T^T anyways, here's my darling little acolyte/silly))

A flap of wings and the cast of multiple Oziphrage's shadows are the only warning she gets before a group of wranglers land, surrounding her.

Tense, she listens to them muttering, eyes bore into her. They all quite when one speaks up, presumably their leader. "I didn't think we'd see anyone trudging round these parts... especially so late into the day..."

The leader of the pack looks her up and down. They spot the patch on her sleeve. Their smile is strained "Ain't you far from home?"

They're surprised she hasn't toppled over from a heat stroke even with the whites of her clothes reflecting the sun.

"I get that a lot, but I have somewhere I need to be." She didn’t look away as she spoke, eye narrowed just a little, not like she could see too well anyways with the slight visual impairment in her still there eye.

She took a step back, not mentioning her name but putting some slight distance between herself and the group, mostly the Oziphrages, those things gave her the creeps no matter how much she saw them…

((No no you’re good! I do that a lot TwT))

They whisper under their breath to themself, she barely hears it over the sound of ruffling feathers, ears honed due to her lacking sight.. "I don't even know how ya even made it out this far..."

They note her... wariness of the Oziphrages. As well as the gloss over her working eye and the cloth covering the other. "...Do ya' need a lift?"

She seems... suspicious. A stray inphernal with a lab coat on? Even if she may have nothing to do with the Church... she's clearly not supposed to be here.

"Oh, no. I’ll be fine, just have to visit a… friend of mine then I’ll be off and out of this desert, apologies if I crossed onto your territory on accident." She replied with as much care as she could muster, her apathy was still there but it was mostly because of the whole… eye thing.

She moved a hand to lightly fix the crystal floating between her horns with a wince, it hurt but it had to be done so the unevenness of her horns didn’t make it fall and cause a worse pain. "Though, I suppose with my attire, Lost Temple is more pleasant than that cold wasteland called Blackrock, and they wonder why I live in Crossroads.."

They feel uneasy. Something at the back of their mind is screaming something is wrong. Her reasoning and attire doesn't fit at all.

The softer part of them simply protests at the idea of well... leaving some inphernal alone waiting for someone who may not even come.

It reminds them of waiting for Scythe after she left.

They make a hand motion, catching the other Wranglers attention. "Ya'll go ahead. I'll stay here and give 'er some company til her friend arrives."

The symbol of Blackrock was on her sleeve, presumably she was from the Korblox Administration considering the attire, though, that same attire was weirdly light for a Blackrockian. It helped in the sun of course but didn't seem too warm for someone who came from what felt like frostbite as a place.

"Oh great... am I lost already..? Didn't Broker say he'd meet me somewhere?" She mumbled under her breath, tightening the cover over her eye out of habit, not like she'd be able to really see anyone coming with her remaining eye anyways...

— @all-futures-blur

((My dumbahh closing Tumblr before hitting send T^T anyways, here's my darling little acolyte/silly))

A flap of wings and the cast of multiple Oziphrage's shadows are the only warning she gets before a group of wranglers land, surrounding her.

Tense, she listens to them muttering, eyes bore into her. They all quite when one speaks up, presumably their leader. "I didn't think we'd see anyone trudging round these parts... especially so late into the day..."

The leader of the pack looks her up and down. They spot the patch on her sleeve. Their smile is strained "Ain't you far from home?"

They're surprised she hasn't toppled over from a heat stroke even with the whites of her clothes reflecting the sun.

"I get that a lot, but I have somewhere I need to be." She didn’t look away as she spoke, eye narrowed just a little, not like she could see too well anyways with the slight visual impairment in her still there eye.

She took a step back, not mentioning her name but putting some slight distance between herself and the group, mostly the Oziphrages, those things gave her the creeps no matter how much she saw them…

((No no you’re good! I do that a lot TwT))

They whisper under their breath to themself, she barely hears it over the sound of ruffling feathers, ears honed due to her lacking sight.. "I don't even know how ya even made it out this far..."

They note her... wariness of the Oziphrages. As well as the gloss over her working eye and the cloth covering the other. "...Do ya' need a lift?"

She seems... suspicious. A stray inphernal with a lab coat on? Even if she may have nothing to do with the Church... she's clearly not supposed to be here.

It's Grappling Hook who pushes past him and the other Wranglers for their Oziphrage.

It's them who first leaves, desperate to find their daughter.

Them and their mount are pushed to exhaustion, searching for her endlessly now they have an... approximation of her location.

News breaks out quickly, other Wranglers joining them in their searches.

It's Ham who informs the others.

It's Tambourine who prepares the healers for any possible injuries she may have gained.

It's a Scout who spots Beehive trudging through the wastes of Lost Temple's Desert.

They dive.

It's Grappling Hook who's the first to fling themselves off their Oziphrage, running to tackle their daughter. "Beehive! Oh gods yer alright-!"

With shaky hands, they open it, exhaustion slowing their movements. Overturning their canteen, they pour water over Beehive trying to cool her.

At the camp they scramble to prepare, doing what they can to create an ice bath and soaking towels in water.

She won't stop looking for Beehive. They- they know their wi- they know Scythe... and even if she's no longer the same... they know she won't stop trying to achieve what she wants...

...If anything she said to them while they were acting as Harpoon is an indicator... She wants a perfect Family. That perfect family includes their daughter...

Not for a long time.

They squeeze her a little more, focusing back on the flight. "Good... We got ya. Tamb's setting up an ice bath fer ya back home."

A soft voices cut them off. Is that Tambourine? "It's okay, Hook. We have her. You just have to wait-"

Everything is a blur. She's dunked into an ice bath, arms keeping her from sliding down and drowning. A wet rag is pressed against her forehead.

She pried her eyes open. Searching for her papa - she could hear them somewhere-

Beehive hears some murmuring and a sudden prick in her arm. A needle sinks into her skin, quickly taped down with... gauze?

There's a loud thunk outside the tent. A muffled shout drifts in. "GET THE ROPE!"

Tambourine pauses before ignoring it, helping Beehive sit up a little. "We're tryin' tah get ya' cooled off. Ya were baking like an egg under the sun..."

A scream can be heard as something begins to get dragged across the dirt outsidethe tent. "LET ME GO-!"

She observes her niece's lidded eyes. Hm... She can't let Beehive sleep just yet. Her core temp is still too high.

She grabs the cup once again. Pulling her hand on Beehive's back, she checks to see if she can hold herself up. Deeming it good enough, she shuffles Beehive back, leaning her against the edge of the tub. "We're lucky we've been able to get ya back down so much already."

It almost feels sudden when her aunt whispers to her that it's time to get out.

A towel Beehive vaguely registers as the special towel they use on burn victims comes out, extra soft and smooth as to not aggravate injures.

Tambourine quickly returns with Beehive's pajamas, handing them to her and giving her some privacy to change. The worn clothes were comforting after being forced into clothes from the church. Her auntie guided her to a cot and helped her lay down.

A kiss is pressed to her forehead. A hand holds hers as her papa whispers quiet words of thanks. She nor they are sure where the gratitude is directed.... "Than- thank you fer- fer lettin' me find her and-"

Tears of relief drip down onto her face, spilling outnof her papa's eyes. She's so tired... but papa is crying and...

They squeeze Beehive's hand before pulling their hand back to reach into their pancho. Their hands are gentle as they pull out a well loved teddy bear. The old stuffy Beehive used to tote around as a newspawn...

They gently nestle the bear against her face. Their smile is wobbly as they watch their daughter nuzzle into the singular eyed bear. The one Scythe made for her, patched together with the softest fabrics they had around the house...

It's Grappling Hook who pushes past him and the other Wranglers for their Oziphrage.

It's them who first leaves, desperate to find their daughter.

Them and their mount are pushed to exhaustion, searching for her endlessly now they have an... approximation of her location.

News breaks out quickly, other Wranglers joining them in their searches.

It's Ham who informs the others.

It's Tambourine who prepares the healers for any possible injuries she may have gained.

It's a Scout who spots Beehive trudging through the wastes of Lost Temple's Desert.

They dive.

It's Grappling Hook who's the first to fling themselves off their Oziphrage, running to tackle their daughter. "Beehive! Oh gods yer alright-!"

With shaky hands, they open it, exhaustion slowing their movements. Overturning their canteen, they pour water over Beehive trying to cool her.

At the camp they scramble to prepare, doing what they can to create an ice bath and soaking towels in water.

She won't stop looking for Beehive. They- they know their wi- they know Scythe... and even if she's no longer the same... they know she won't stop trying to achieve what she wants...

...If anything she said to them while they were acting as Harpoon is an indicator... She wants a perfect Family. That perfect family includes their daughter...

Not for a long time.

They squeeze her a little more, focusing back on the flight. "Good... We got ya. Tamb's setting up an ice bath fer ya back home."

A soft voices cut them off. Is that Tambourine? "It's okay, Hook. We have her. You just have to wait-"

Everything is a blur. She's dunked into an ice bath, arms keeping her from sliding down and drowning. A wet rag is pressed against her forehead.

She pried her eyes open. Searching for her papa - she could hear them somewhere-

Beehive hears some murmuring and a sudden prick in her arm. A needle sinks into her skin, quickly taped down with... gauze?

There's a loud thunk outside the tent. A muffled shout drifts in. "GET THE ROPE!"

Tambourine pauses before ignoring it, helping Beehive sit up a little. "We're tryin' tah get ya' cooled off. Ya were baking like an egg under the sun..."

A scream can be heard as something begins to get dragged across the dirt outsidethe tent. "LET ME GO-!"

She observes her niece's lidded eyes. Hm... She can't let Beehive sleep just yet. Her core temp is still too high.

She grabs the cup once again. Pulling her hand on Beehive's back, she checks to see if she can hold herself up. Deeming it good enough, she shuffles Beehive back, leaning her against the edge of the tub. "We're lucky we've been able to get ya back down so much already."

It almost feels sudden when her aunt whispers to her that it's time to get out.

A towel Beehive vaguely registers as the special towel they use on burn victims comes out, extra soft and smooth as to not aggravate injures.

Tambourine quickly returns with Beehive's pajamas, handing them to her and giving her some privacy to change. The worn clothes were comforting after being forced into clothes from the church. Her auntie guided her to a cot and helped her lay down.

A kiss is pressed to her forehead. A hand holds hers as her papa whispers quiet words of thanks. She nor they are sure where the gratitude is directed.... "Than- thank you fer- fer lettin' me find her and-"

Tears of relief drip down onto her face, spilling outnof her papa's eyes. She's so tired... but papa is crying and...

It's Grappling Hook who pushes past him and the other Wranglers for their Oziphrage.

It's them who first leaves, desperate to find their daughter.

Them and their mount are pushed to exhaustion, searching for her endlessly now they have an... approximation of her location.

News breaks out quickly, other Wranglers joining them in their searches.

It's Ham who informs the others.

It's Tambourine who prepares the healers for any possible injuries she may have gained.

It's a Scout who spots Beehive trudging through the wastes of Lost Temple's Desert.

They dive.

It's Grappling Hook who's the first to fling themselves off their Oziphrage, running to tackle their daughter. "Beehive! Oh gods yer alright-!"

With shaky hands, they open it, exhaustion slowing their movements. Overturning their canteen, they pour water over Beehive trying to cool her.

At the camp they scramble to prepare, doing what they can to create an ice bath and soaking towels in water.

She won't stop looking for Beehive. They- they know their wi- they know Scythe... and even if she's no longer the same... they know she won't stop trying to achieve what she wants...

...If anything she said to them while they were acting as Harpoon is an indicator... She wants a perfect Family. That perfect family includes their daughter...

Not for a long time.

They squeeze her a little more, focusing back on the flight. "Good... We got ya. Tamb's setting up an ice bath fer ya back home."

A soft voices cut them off. Is that Tambourine? "It's okay, Hook. We have her. You just have to wait-"

Everything is a blur. She's dunked into an ice bath, arms keeping her from sliding down and drowning. A wet rag is pressed against her forehead.

She pried her eyes open. Searching for her papa - she could hear them somewhere-

Beehive hears some murmuring and a sudden prick in her arm. A needle sinks into her skin, quickly taped down with... gauze?

There's a loud thunk outside the tent. A muffled shout drifts in. "GET THE ROPE!"

Tambourine pauses before ignoring it, helping Beehive sit up a little. "We're tryin' tah get ya' cooled off. Ya were baking like an egg under the sun..."

A scream can be heard as something begins to get dragged across the dirt outsidethe tent. "LET ME GO-!"

She observes her niece's lidded eyes. Hm... She can't let Beehive sleep just yet. Her core temp is still too high.

She grabs the cup once again. Pulling her hand on Beehive's back, she checks to see if she can hold herself up. Deeming it good enough, she shuffles Beehive back, leaning her against the edge of the tub. "We're lucky we've been able to get ya back down so much already."

It almost feels sudden when her aunt whispers to her that it's time to get out.

A towel Beehive vaguely registers as the special towel they use on burn victims comes out, extra soft and smooth as to not aggravate injures.

It's Grappling Hook who pushes past him and the other Wranglers for their Oziphrage.

It's them who first leaves, desperate to find their daughter.

Them and their mount are pushed to exhaustion, searching for her endlessly now they have an... approximation of her location.

News breaks out quickly, other Wranglers joining them in their searches.

It's Ham who informs the others.

It's Tambourine who prepares the healers for any possible injuries she may have gained.

It's a Scout who spots Beehive trudging through the wastes of Lost Temple's Desert.

They dive.

It's Grappling Hook who's the first to fling themselves off their Oziphrage, running to tackle their daughter. "Beehive! Oh gods yer alright-!"

With shaky hands, they open it, exhaustion slowing their movements. Overturning their canteen, they pour water over Beehive trying to cool her.

At the camp they scramble to prepare, doing what they can to create an ice bath and soaking towels in water.

She won't stop looking for Beehive. They- they know their wi- they know Scythe... and even if she's no longer the same... they know she won't stop trying to achieve what she wants...

...If anything she said to them while they were acting as Harpoon is an indicator... She wants a perfect Family. That perfect family includes their daughter...

Not for a long time.

They squeeze her a little more, focusing back on the flight. "Good... We got ya. Tamb's setting up an ice bath fer ya back home."

A soft voices cut them off. Is that Tambourine? "It's okay, Hook. We have her. You just have to wait-"

Everything is a blur. She's dunked into an ice bath, arms keeping her from sliding down and drowning. A wet rag is pressed against her forehead.

She pried her eyes open. Searching for her papa - she could hear them somewhere-

Beehive hears some murmuring and a sudden prick in her arm. A needle sinks into her skin, quickly taped down with... gauze?

There's a loud thunk outside the tent. A muffled shout drifts in. "GET THE ROPE!"

Tambourine pauses before ignoring it, helping Beehive sit up a little. "We're tryin' tah get ya' cooled off. Ya were baking like an egg under the sun..."

A scream can be heard as something begins to get dragged across the dirt outsidethe tent. "LET ME GO-!"

She observes her niece's lidded eyes. Hm... She can't let Beehive sleep just yet. Her core temp is still too high.

She grabs the cup once again. Pulling her hand on Beehive's back, she checks to see if she can hold herself up. Deeming it good enough, she shuffles Beehive back, leaning her against the edge of the tub. "We're lucky we've been able to get ya back down so much already."