pressure coming down in waves ⫸ reorganizing

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THE SIREN OF THE AZURE

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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] His arrival elicited a grin from her, as much as a croc could smile that is, "Damn right I rang. What do you think of wrestling and 'accidentally' wrecking some deadwood and 'accidentally' doing some flooding?", she would ask. It wasn't so much asking as a suggestion, this gossip buddy of hers was fun to do things with, even if only eating and talking. That first meeting they'd shared had been very ... interesting. They'd both gotten across their drive for being bastards, or at least the lack of shits to give about those around them. It had been fairly funny actually, she didn't like being predictable - kept the spice in life alive. Half the time even she didn't know the shit she'd pull. Turning her head back to the eldritch beast, grinning wordlessly.

She couldn't explain the joy it brought her to destroy shit, unparalleled joy. Destruction was something fun - something beneficial in this case. A thing she could do easily. "I got plans for the trees and shit, they're dead anyways buttttttt I think it would be fun to see the land-livers scrambling away from the water", she chuckled, eye fixing on the empty sockets. Maybe he couldn't see it, but she could describe it to him, "And there's bound to be a few animals still caught in this area. Free fuckin food."

There was nothing better than free shit. -

[W]isker