1. [Abigail is pretty sure she's just having some kind of vivid fever dream. Maybe the chowder she had for dinner was bad? She couldn't really come up with another reason why this was so...realistic. But regardless of the fact, she was sort of absorbed in the pamphlets. She had collected a pile of them so far, but her favorites by far were:
'Breath Holding Techniques for Selkie-Victims'
'Shedding your Summer Coat: Sponsored by the Were-Creatures Coalition'
'A Wendigo Ate my Baby & other True Stories'
and
'Goblins Gobbling'
She sits curled up around herself in a chair, snickering at the informative reading material.]
These are hysterical.
2.
[Okay, so maybe this wasn't a dream. After spending a week here, she's come to accept that she's stuck here...with no powers. That was not settling in well with her. But she'd managed not to freak out yet.
Yet.
The forest was quickly bringing her record for 'longest time without panic-attack' to the breaking point. She couldn't see far because the trees were so goddamn thick and those creepy Stepford child giggles weren't helping. Like, at all.
Her breathing was kicking up and she could feel her vice grip on her calm slipping quick.
And then she bumped into, well, you. And flew three feet back in shock and fear screaming:]
Holy shit!
4. (Harpy)
[Fetch didn't think this would ever actually happen. But she'd be lying if she said she couldn't feel something looming all day in her brain right behind her eyes.
And then it hits like a migraine and makes her shudder down into a crouched position on the ground, balancing on the toes of her boots while snapping her eyes shut and clutching her skull.]
Ah- Shit!
[Fetch groaned, feeling pain all over. Her first honest to god thought was that it was just that time of the month. But she'd never gotten headaches before, and somehow she knew this was a lot different, and a lot worse than that.]
My eyes hurt!
[What she wasn't seeing - couldn't see - was the gooseflesh spreading out over her back, showing where the shafts of the feathers were starting to push against the inside of her skin.]
Fetch | inFAMOUS: Second Son
[Abigail is pretty sure she's just having some kind of vivid fever dream. Maybe the chowder she had for dinner was bad? She couldn't really come up with another reason why this was so...realistic. But regardless of the fact, she was sort of absorbed in the pamphlets. She had collected a pile of them so far, but her favorites by far were:
'Breath Holding Techniques for Selkie-Victims'
'Shedding your Summer Coat: Sponsored by the Were-Creatures Coalition'
'A Wendigo Ate my Baby & other True Stories'
and
'Goblins Gobbling'
She sits curled up around herself in a chair, snickering at the informative reading material.]
These are hysterical.
2.
[Okay, so maybe this wasn't a dream. After spending a week here, she's come to accept that she's stuck here...with no powers. That was not settling in well with her. But she'd managed not to freak out yet.
Yet.
The forest was quickly bringing her record for 'longest time without panic-attack' to the breaking point. She couldn't see far because the trees were so goddamn thick and those creepy Stepford child giggles weren't helping. Like, at all.
Her breathing was kicking up and she could feel her vice grip on her calm slipping quick.
And then she bumped into, well, you. And flew three feet back in shock and fear screaming:]
Holy shit!
4. (Harpy)
[Fetch didn't think this would ever actually happen. But she'd be lying if she said she couldn't feel something looming all day in her brain right behind her eyes.
And then it hits like a migraine and makes her shudder down into a crouched position on the ground, balancing on the toes of her boots while snapping her eyes shut and clutching her skull.]
Ah- Shit!
[Fetch groaned, feeling pain all over. Her first honest to god thought was that it was just that time of the month. But she'd never gotten headaches before, and somehow she knew this was a lot different, and a lot worse than that.]
My eyes hurt!
[What she wasn't seeing - couldn't see - was the gooseflesh spreading out over her back, showing where the shafts of the feathers were starting to push against the inside of her skin.]
Wildcard?
[Do what you want!]