Eloise
Darling, you take the high horse
and I'll take the high road
and I'll take the high road
She's very much annoyed Jack isn't here, but moreso, she's annoyed at herself for even being annoyed. Her mind has become unhelpfully hinged on thoughts regarding the captain, and if she dies today, she'll do her damnedest not to let her final thoughts be of him. He doesn't deserve it, and she isn't that kind of girl.
Dressed in something tight but functional, the illusionist is the last to arrive. Like the others she's got a bag slung over her back, waterproofed with whale-fat, and a smirk on her lips. She looks towards the arrows-one with a slight nod. Eloise has always sort of hated Melita for potentially infringing on her status as prettiest-one-aboard-the-Ark, with those bright blue eyes and all that cascading orange hair of hers. Still, there's the bond that comes from being strong women in a man's world. A quick nod to Sunjata and Nate, before Eloise glances towards Zeph.
"Well, shall we?" The navigator purrs, as if she wasn't the last one to arrive.
Elo has a cloud manta stone, a change of clothes, a torch and flint, rum, a dagger, parchment and ink.
Dressed in something tight but functional, the illusionist is the last to arrive. Like the others she's got a bag slung over her back, waterproofed with whale-fat, and a smirk on her lips. She looks towards the arrows-one with a slight nod. Eloise has always sort of hated Melita for potentially infringing on her status as prettiest-one-aboard-the-Ark, with those bright blue eyes and all that cascading orange hair of hers. Still, there's the bond that comes from being strong women in a man's world. A quick nod to Sunjata and Nate, before Eloise glances towards Zeph.
"Well, shall we?" The navigator purrs, as if she wasn't the last one to arrive.
Elo has a cloud manta stone, a change of clothes, a torch and flint, rum, a dagger, parchment and ink.
If you're too good for us,
you'll be good riding solo
you'll be good riding solo
