Athens
Lore Hoarder
Addison
Addie fiddled with her hands thoughtfully before speaking, "The mast and rigging are our main objective right now." Because if they didn't get fixed navigating the Argo 3 would be a nearly impossible challenge paired with all the other damage done to the ship. Addison did a little snap with her fingers, like what she had watched the Human Torch do in all those Fantastic Four movies she'd binge watched in her cabin on night, hoping that she could at least muster a small flame. But it didn't work, and all she found herself being rewarded with was her whole arm feeling like it was burning from the inside. Addie shook it off and began picking up tools. "The hole shouldn't be too much of an issue now that we're out of the water, but it still needs to be fixed soon. The air running through it is making us lag. And I still have extra oars from our last repair trip, so that's not an issue; I can do that on my own time." She ran a hand through her hair looking at the two parts of the ship. "You pick one to tackle, and I'll handle the other," "Unless you want to work together on this." Addison added on awkwardly, just now realizing how foreign it was for her to work with others on something that wasn't a competition -and even then she was typically off in her own world.
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Opal
Opal walked through the camp uneasily, not enjoying all the eyes looking her way. It wasn't that she hated attention, that was the last thing on her mind, she just hated eyes. She hated eyes almost as much as she hated the saying "The eyes are the windows to the soul" because her eyes literally were the windows to the soul. Your soul. Learning dark secrets about people just by looking in the eyes is terrible, are horrific gift, that she wish she had never been born with. Opal looked up from the hard ground and glanced around looking at people when she spotted a guy that sparked her interest. Not in a "I want to look into your eyes and learn all about you" kind of way, but in a simple "I'd like to get to know them better" kind of way. She walked over slowly and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Hi, I'm Opal." She greeted sticking out her hand. Opal looked at his face, but only looked above or below his eyes, never directly at them
(@Tercesasti )
Addie fiddled with her hands thoughtfully before speaking, "The mast and rigging are our main objective right now." Because if they didn't get fixed navigating the Argo 3 would be a nearly impossible challenge paired with all the other damage done to the ship. Addison did a little snap with her fingers, like what she had watched the Human Torch do in all those Fantastic Four movies she'd binge watched in her cabin on night, hoping that she could at least muster a small flame. But it didn't work, and all she found herself being rewarded with was her whole arm feeling like it was burning from the inside. Addie shook it off and began picking up tools. "The hole shouldn't be too much of an issue now that we're out of the water, but it still needs to be fixed soon. The air running through it is making us lag. And I still have extra oars from our last repair trip, so that's not an issue; I can do that on my own time." She ran a hand through her hair looking at the two parts of the ship. "You pick one to tackle, and I'll handle the other," "Unless you want to work together on this." Addison added on awkwardly, just now realizing how foreign it was for her to work with others on something that wasn't a competition -and even then she was typically off in her own world.
(@BishopOfKings )
Opal
Opal walked through the camp uneasily, not enjoying all the eyes looking her way. It wasn't that she hated attention, that was the last thing on her mind, she just hated eyes. She hated eyes almost as much as she hated the saying "The eyes are the windows to the soul" because her eyes literally were the windows to the soul. Your soul. Learning dark secrets about people just by looking in the eyes is terrible, are horrific gift, that she wish she had never been born with. Opal looked up from the hard ground and glanced around looking at people when she spotted a guy that sparked her interest. Not in a "I want to look into your eyes and learn all about you" kind of way, but in a simple "I'd like to get to know them better" kind of way. She walked over slowly and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Hi, I'm Opal." She greeted sticking out her hand. Opal looked at his face, but only looked above or below his eyes, never directly at them
(@Tercesasti )