Scarletfox

"Yeah, I've always just been, the Fox. I didn't really have parents." She says as she changes into the hoodie. She always hated wearing shirts under the things, they made it way too hot. "Alright, you're good. You can turn back around."

So... Magic. Well, the Fox had seen stranger things. She breathed lightly in before saying, "People have always called me Fox, I don't really know if I have a name. I really should be thanking you for taking care of me. Usually the first thing people do when they see a wounded fox is get out their gun. Here, hold these." The Fox hands over her two knives to Fadran, and then makes a motion with her finger to turn around directed to those closest to her.

The newcomer looked uncomfortable in the shirt he had lent her. This slightly annoyed Fadran (he didn't have to carry a woman's t-shirt on him at all times!) but that wasn't important. He looked at her cut-up hoodie, then frowned. He focused, Forging a Spirit Bond to the hoodie, then sped up the natural process of, as he called it, "Particle Fashion Trending." After about half a minute, the hoodie had Mended itself completely. He handed it back to Fox. "Fixed your hoodie." The Fox eyed her hoodie. What was this? Magic? VooDoo? She reluctantly took her hoodie, looking in and out of it for holes. "Thanks," she said, and then curiously she asked "What did you do to it?"

"You could say that," The Fox responds softly. @Negative_Null

The Fox walked along side this group of people, unsure what to do. They had been nice to her, for now, and for some reason she was inclined to trust them. As much as she could trust people now-a-days. She was limping ever so slightly, though it was probably barely noticeable. People said if you experienced constant pain, even be it varying, in the same spot, you would eventually stop feeling it at all. That had never been the case for the Fox. She had trained herself not to react to the excruciating pain that persisted in both ankles, so people usually never knew it existed. She had reacted to it severely before because she wasn't thinking clearly, but the wrap was certainly helping. Something was going on with Fadran. Hm. There were some strange things going on here that she didn't understand. She was still unsure where she was, even though that other woman had mentioned it... Sadbriars? Whatever the name, she hadn't recognized it. The Fox was still a bit upset about her hoodie. She wore a gray shirt someone had lent her in it's place. She had gathered the knives from her hoodie, and tried to fit them into her trouser's pockets, but three didn't fit, so she carried one in each hand, and left one behind.

It says irrational or rational, although where I live, the existence of fear is not really acknowledged, so if you shy away from a red wasp, everyone just looks at you like you’re a crazy woman. I am not as awkward as I used to be, and I guess I’m kind of popular considering I know everyone in upper school by name. (I go to a really small school, but it’s not small enough that everyone knows everyone. People see me a bit insane sometimes) My school doesn’t really have a stepladder anymore, especially this year. I am not disliked by any, which is as close to popularity as one can get here.

Red wasps. They be big, they be bright red, and they be terrifying. They attack you even if you leave them alone. They especially like redheads. It's as if they can't handle competition or something. Actually, it's because they're attracted to bright colors. And boy do they hurt.

The Fox looked around suspiciously, her hands itching to be clutching one of her knives. "Sure..." She said slowly. @Negative_Null

Lucky!! That's awesome! I can't wait to see pictures! I looove hiking, but it's been awhile since I've done any.

Right as I posted that, actually, I was thinking: oh wait, there was that one time with the three little girls.... Ok, so my revised edited and peer reviewed draft of babysitting: It is fun when you are babysitting older kids in small numbers who are obedient and go to bed when you tell them to and don't put forks in the microwave. Sooooo, yeah I guess babysitting just depends...

Oh yeah, I guess I kind of generalized all of babysitting! When there's a bunch, yeah it's pretty much like herding cats. I usually babysit in the two's and three's, which is much more fun in my opinion.

"Sure. So I guess you haven't heard of me... Where am I anyways? And who are all these people?" The Fox asked. She was still unsure if she trusted this Herial, but at least nobody had tried to kill her... yet. @Condensation

Oh that's so cool! Babysitting is so much fun, it's basically just getting paid to play games and be a kid again! I've babysat autistic kids, but I don't have much experience with kids with down syndrome at all (or adults for that matter). Was it harder than normal, or more fun, or both?

You notting the winning, I wasing the winning of nowing!

How was your day today?

The Fox tensed as this Herial woman wrapped her foot, but relaxed as soon as it was over. "I'm the Fox." She said in a soft voice.

Wasing the saying of truth? Wasing the saying.

"Hey there, little fox. How are you?" The Fox ignored her sister speaking behind her, and continued to stare out at the waters the cliff was leaning against. 'Come on now, little fox, that's now way to treat your sister!" "You're not real." Alice wrapped her arms around the Fox from behind. "Come now, doesn't this feel real? We're here together. We can stay here forever, little fox, just you an me!" The Fox wrenched herself free from Alice's grasp. "No matter how real you feel, or how good it feels to be with you, it isn't real. I need to go." Alice morphed into a tall man with a gun. He spoke with a deep grovely voice"But we just got started, and you're next." He pointed his gun at the Fox. BANG! She felt the pain of the bullet passing through her. Ever since she lost control over her dreams, the Fox interacted with people from her past while sleeping. She was certain they weren't real. Fairly certain. Somehow, the Fox knew that if she didn't manually try to leave, she would stay forever. The Fox sighed, turned, and jumped off the cliff, knowing something would cause her to awaken before she hit the water. As she neared it, she smelled something... Gasping, the Fox jerked her eyes open for a moment, and then snapped them shut. She felt pain in her right side. What on earth? Where was she? She vaguely remembered blundering around waving her knife, but realized she was probably delirious then. She needed to find out what she was up against, and why she was hurting. She slowly opened her eyes again, letting them focus on a strange woman whom she didn't recognize. Who was the enemy? Her fingers twitched, barely holding back from going for a knife. She whimpered, before saying in a whisper so quiet it was barely audible, "Who are you and why did you bring me here?"

Heyo peeps. I should definitely be going to bed, but here I am.

Wasing the having the have on the win.

I don't know if I'm keeping it, but it's just a random redhead, not from anything really. I felt like changing my profile pic, and I wanted something that described me more, so I went with this. But... idk. What do you think of it?

Greetings on the Truth!

The_Truthwatcher wasing the coming of nowing the now. Yes, I am going to be translating all of y'all into High Imperial, just for the funsies, or, Wasing the changing of saying to saying the say of yours causing the gooding of feeling.

One of my older sisters and I are watching through it again right now too!