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apocalypsehowcomm2022-10-07 06:32 pm
edalyn) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-10-07 06:32 pm
[closed log] technically a witch, something of a trial
Who: Eda Clawthorne & Malcolm Bright
When: Sep 12, backdated
Where: ADI HQ
Summary: Eda's in some trouble for blatant magic use and a brief rampage. She's getting a talk about not doing that again.
Warnings: References to all her people being (she thinks) dead back home + likely touching on some severe depression
Eda isn't having a good day, to put it extremely lightly. She wasn't having a good day before she was being marched into an ADI building at taser-point, but it certainly isn't helping.
On the other hand, the guards are starting to realise that the tasers aren't strictly necessary. Eda might look rather scarier than usual, but she isn't resisting. In fact, she's barely responding. Aside from an emphatic comment towards Raine to stop trying to defend her, Eda's hardly said a word since being told to go with security on no uncertain terms.
She does, however, look much less human than they're used to. Normally the main giveaway that she's anything other than a rather striking middle aged woman is the pointy ears. Today, though, there's no mistaking her for human. She stands taller than usual, over seven feet--at least if she weren't hunching in on herself. This is at least partly due to the bird-like legs ending in large taloned feet. Most noticeable, though, are the owl wings. The feathers and black scleras don't help much either.
While she certainly isn't the only obvious non-human working here, she's getting more than a few looks. But then, some of those are due to the security detail--or perhaps coming from people who saw her chasing another witch around the compound while screeching like a hawk.
She continues to be mostly non-responsive as she's lead into what she vaguely recalls being one of the same rooms she was taken to as a new arrival. She doesn't object to being left here, and barely listens to the warning that the guards will be staying outside the door.
By the time anyone arrives to speak with her, she's just sort of slouched over the table she's sitting behind, idly scratching patterns into the surface with her claws. She doesn't look up.
When: Sep 12, backdated
Where: ADI HQ
Summary: Eda's in some trouble for blatant magic use and a brief rampage. She's getting a talk about not doing that again.
Warnings: References to all her people being (she thinks) dead back home + likely touching on some severe depression
Eda isn't having a good day, to put it extremely lightly. She wasn't having a good day before she was being marched into an ADI building at taser-point, but it certainly isn't helping.
On the other hand, the guards are starting to realise that the tasers aren't strictly necessary. Eda might look rather scarier than usual, but she isn't resisting. In fact, she's barely responding. Aside from an emphatic comment towards Raine to stop trying to defend her, Eda's hardly said a word since being told to go with security on no uncertain terms.
She does, however, look much less human than they're used to. Normally the main giveaway that she's anything other than a rather striking middle aged woman is the pointy ears. Today, though, there's no mistaking her for human. She stands taller than usual, over seven feet--at least if she weren't hunching in on herself. This is at least partly due to the bird-like legs ending in large taloned feet. Most noticeable, though, are the owl wings. The feathers and black scleras don't help much either.
While she certainly isn't the only obvious non-human working here, she's getting more than a few looks. But then, some of those are due to the security detail--or perhaps coming from people who saw her chasing another witch around the compound while screeching like a hawk.
She continues to be mostly non-responsive as she's lead into what she vaguely recalls being one of the same rooms she was taken to as a new arrival. She doesn't object to being left here, and barely listens to the warning that the guards will be staying outside the door.
By the time anyone arrives to speak with her, she's just sort of slouched over the table she's sitting behind, idly scratching patterns into the surface with her claws. She doesn't look up.