05-10-2018, 12:01 AM
There are many names in history
but none of them are ours.
lilyspoise ♕ the typhoon ♕ budding flower ♕ [abbr=physically hard ♕ mental defense ➵ extreme ♕ mental offense ➵ none]tags[/abbr]
Lil was no stranger to danger. She was reserved, quiet, and a medic, yes. All signs pointed to her following the common stereotype of the "meek medic," but that just wasn't her. Yes, the tabby always had an incredible affinity for medicine, but she was a fighter, too. In her human life she specialized in magic and spell casting, and in this life she had even gotten around as a well known serial killer, although that life had luckily been staying at bay for the most part. People often couldn't make the connection between her and that lifestyle due to the cloaks she had worn during that time, and she had also previously had her twin souls, too. She was a group back then, and now she was simply alone.
But that didn't mean she would ignore her weapon proficiency. It would be harder to use now, yes, because her powers had faded, but there was no doubt in her mind that she'd get right back into the swing of things should she find her somewhat odd choice of weaponry.
It took quite a bit of digging, but soon Lil was able to find a folding bag with a variety of scissors in it. Some were pure metal while others had rubber handles. The scissors were nice -- high quality, for sure -- but they also filled Lil with a sense of control she hadn't felt in a while. It was something she didn't even realize she'd missed, but yet here she was, scissors in front of her and feeling more whole than she had since she lost her twin-souls.
"These are for us to keep, you said?" She inquired, turning to look at Argus. Glancing the other over, she noted that the other was healing. The injuries she'd sustained definitely gave the tabby's healing skills a good exercise, but it seemed like she was back up on her feet now. Good, the Typhoon needed Argus.
But that didn't mean she would ignore her weapon proficiency. It would be harder to use now, yes, because her powers had faded, but there was no doubt in her mind that she'd get right back into the swing of things should she find her somewhat odd choice of weaponry.
It took quite a bit of digging, but soon Lil was able to find a folding bag with a variety of scissors in it. Some were pure metal while others had rubber handles. The scissors were nice -- high quality, for sure -- but they also filled Lil with a sense of control she hadn't felt in a while. It was something she didn't even realize she'd missed, but yet here she was, scissors in front of her and feeling more whole than she had since she lost her twin-souls.
"These are for us to keep, you said?" She inquired, turning to look at Argus. Glancing the other over, she noted that the other was healing. The injuries she'd sustained definitely gave the tabby's healing skills a good exercise, but it seemed like she was back up on her feet now. Good, the Typhoon needed Argus.