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the storm calls

a. [ man, fuck this.

migraines? she's used to them even before coming to this world, albeit in a different life and in a different profession. worm monsters? usually a piece of cake. but with the lack of a certain manager to guide them on where to strike and how to strike on top of reviving them from constant deaths, ishmael feel her sanity quickly slipping through her fingers as she hears familiar voices in the dusty mirage that accompanies the worm.

and then suddenly, a distant wailing of a whale breaks through the cacophony.

just like that, she transforms in the blink of an eye -- a giant moth made of pure flame flapping its fiery wings in the already hot and humid air, adding more to the scorching climate by launching fireballs from her legs in a berserker state, not caring on who she hit. if she strikes the worm? great! but there's a large chance she'll target you with a barrage of fireballs so... watch out. ]

b.[ luckily, her mini-kaiju form does not last for long. she turns back to her usual flesh-and-blood self, but that does not mean that she's out of the storm just yet. the whales... they call for her. ]

Need to... put a stop to the Whales--

[ nah, it's her who needs to be fuckin' stopped. thankfully she's greatly weakened from her corrosion state just now so it'd be easy to knock her out from going any further, but that does not mean she won't go down without a fight. she has a mace and shield on her, and she knows how to use it. ]

city of dreams

rest and recovery

[ whew, what a shithole of a week. but ishmael is made of some tougher stuff what with all the worse things she'd gone through back in the city, so she's able to be upon on her feet in no time after spending a couple of days to recuperate in bed.

that being said, she's not in the mood to go out in such a sweltering hot day in vegas like this. so she's staying put at the hotel lobby, minding her own business, until one thing led to another and she's letting anyone with itchy, talented fingers to fiddle with her hair and -- ]

Hey.

[ she's snapping you out of your thoughts with one simple word and a flat look on her face. her hair's braided in different ways, with so much more still left over. she looks like some used doll in this state. ]

Are you just going to stand there and stare? At least make yourself busy while you're here.

[ either by yapping with her or doing her hair - the hot nevada sky is the limit. ]