Erika is not usually all that prone to the whole feelings thing - which isn't to say that she doesn't have them, just that talking about them tends to seem like sort of a pain in the ass.
The fact is, though, there are some pretty cool people here, and suddenly that fact seems more noticeable than ever - and she’s not actually sure whether to chalk that up to an unusually good mood or some kind of Bullshit. Maybe even bullshit related to the new structure off Enso, or the bit of leather that she keeps finding nearby, even after dumping it with her scrap materials.
She doesn’t trust the thing for shit, so putting it on is out of the question - but, after a while, she’s resigned herself to keeping it stuffed in her pocket. At least then she knows where the hell she’s gonna find it next.
For the most part, she keeps to her usual schedule, sometimes hanging around Chip to keep an eye on them, sometimes settling in the Denny to work with the pieces of wing she took off Ahidalga’s body. The main difference is that she’ll be quicker than usual to wave people over to talk, whether she knows them or not.
b - night of November 12 - Enso
The thing about full moons is that they don’t make Erika more aggressive, exactly. Sure, it can seem that way, depending on when and how one runs across her - lowered inhibitions in someone with Erika’s temper can make things go south fast. But it really is just that: Lower inhibitions, meaning that whatever she happens to be feeling at the moment is going to be even less tempered than usual by things like reasoning, and the consideration that she might be acting fucking weird.
A full-moon-affected werewolf doesn’t give a single shit if she’s acting fucking weird. Everyone here is very interesting and very exciting, and she has got to make sure they know it.
Bursting from the foliage or charging down the beach to bounce around people like an oversized puppy, trying to paw at them with her enormous awful dog-hands, might not do much to provide more crystals for the altar, but it… well, it might be fun for those she zeroes in on. Assuming it doesn’t just come of as threatening, particularly to those who don’t actually know her.
Erika Fisher | OTA
Erika is not usually all that prone to the whole feelings thing - which isn't to say that she doesn't have them, just that talking about them tends to seem like sort of a pain in the ass.
The fact is, though, there are some pretty cool people here, and suddenly that fact seems more noticeable than ever - and she’s not actually sure whether to chalk that up to an unusually good mood or some kind of Bullshit. Maybe even bullshit related to the new structure off Enso, or the bit of leather that she keeps finding nearby, even after dumping it with her scrap materials.
She doesn’t trust the thing for shit, so putting it on is out of the question - but, after a while, she’s resigned herself to keeping it stuffed in her pocket. At least then she knows where the hell she’s gonna find it next.
For the most part, she keeps to her usual schedule, sometimes hanging around Chip to keep an eye on them, sometimes settling in the Denny to work with the pieces of wing she took off Ahidalga’s body. The main difference is that she’ll be quicker than usual to wave people over to talk, whether she knows them or not.
b - night of November 12 - Enso
The thing about full moons is that they don’t make Erika more aggressive, exactly. Sure, it can seem that way, depending on when and how one runs across her - lowered inhibitions in someone with Erika’s temper can make things go south fast. But it really is just that: Lower inhibitions, meaning that whatever she happens to be feeling at the moment is going to be even less tempered than usual by things like reasoning, and the consideration that she might be acting fucking weird.
A full-moon-affected werewolf doesn’t give a single shit if she’s acting fucking weird. Everyone here is very interesting and very exciting, and she has got to make sure they know it.
Bursting from the foliage or charging down the beach to bounce around people like an oversized puppy, trying to paw at them with her enormous awful dog-hands, might not do much to provide more crystals for the altar, but it… well, it might be fun for those she zeroes in on. Assuming it doesn’t just come of as threatening, particularly to those who don’t actually know her.