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"It's just me." Petra giggled softly, holding Tessa close to her, but made sure to be gentle.

"It is certainly more boring." Petra smiled gently, "and much quieter." She looked at Tessa, "How are you feeling? The little one isn't giving you much trouble is it?"

Baribus was never a cards man. Never a gambling man. Always business or hunting. But he has a feeling the cards hold some significance to them. 2 black aces? 2 black 8s and a mysterious fifth card. Curiously, the videre reached down and turned over the 5'th card.

8 of diamonds.

Frowning with confusion, Baribus huffed and scooped the cards to slide back into the mysterious deck. He wasn't sure what the five cards meant but he didn't trust it. That old salt side of him was convinced it was an omen of bad luck, while his more rational videre mind thought of it as nothing but superstitious nonsense.

         “You are right,” he yawned, a nod following his words. What she said rang true in his mind, sleep was certainly something Alastair needed. “Sleep is not exactly --- something that I actively get,” he added in retort to her words. Truth rang in Alastair’s words as his eyes looked to her. 

Ahaha, if I'm being honest, im.. pretty scared of Lewis

B-but don't tell him that!

Adelha gave the words of the poem in her Irish eloquence. Speaking only to her kitten who was currently sitting in her lap. The little Aqua listening to her human creature give strange sounds for Aqua to give a mew back. So Adelha gave a sad chuckle to pet the kitten. Soft purrs answering gentle pets. Aqua enjoying the attention as Adelha spoke again. Only this time the poem was in English. The words haunted and sad.

“Shunning the field broken by Wave. The shadowed girl whispers, ‘Surely, I will return.’ Alas, the truth unbeknownst. Awaiting her at journey’s end; Eternal mourning for her land.”

pamela isley was born to wealthy, distant parents in the 1930s. she lived a very sheltered, very controlled existence, groomed to be a Perfect Lady and Wife until she dared to be different and followed her own academic and independent dreams. she went to college in the 1950s and was largely shunned for being a woman in academia, but her mind was sharp enough to be begrudgingly recognized by her peers and superiors. she was socially awkward and almost always out of place, never wanting to follow the social norms and mores ascribed to women at the time, but unsure of how to be herself without being rejected.

this made her the perfect target for jason woodrue. she wanted his validation. he was brilliant and accomplished, and he paid her real attention. he acknowledged her mind and her brilliance. and by the time she earned her doctor of science in botany in the mid-60s, he had her eating out of the palm of his hand. she agreed to his experiments willingly the first time, letting him inject her with all manner of chemical and home-brewed toxin.

over the course of his experiments, she died twice. she spent four weeks in a coma and six months in the hospital. her parents never came to visit her. the experiments fundamentally changed her. but she was wild, raw, hurt and betrayed. she lashed out for years after leaving the hospital, blaming men for the manipulations of her mentor and humankind for its wreckage of the planet. when she confronted her parents about their distance, she ended up killing them.

the sexpot vamp routine is an act-- though second-nature at this point. she uses what men expect of her against them. it’s empowering and vengeful. the changes to her genetics have completely altered her into something not quite human and not quite plant. she ages slowly-- oh so very slowly. much like a tree. that’s why she still appears as old as she was when jason experimented on her decades ago, even though she is -- in reality -- almost 80 years old.