Posts by Snowlight

I have muse, but no threads that I can use it on

Angel Claybourne
→ unbreakable (i'm breakable) unshakable (i'm shakable)

He loved the stars too much to just go to sleep. Something about the celestial bodies up in the black vastness of space captivated him, locked in a sense of wonder that only his heterochromatic eyes held in full definition. It was absolutely terrible for his sleeping habits to be up so late every night just to indulge in his stargazing habit, but Angel found it satisfying despite that. There was something about the stillness and tranquility that the dead of night brought, even in such a hellish environment. He could zone out for hours, just staring up at the stars that danced above him in the sky, and he wouldn't be stepping out of line doing so. Losing himself to his own mind had no consequences whatsoever, and there was something about that freedom that Angel craved.
Maybe because he didn't have that sort of safe freedom in this apocalyptic nightmare with all the zombies around.
He noticed the sun beginning to peek over the horizon, and Angel felt a shot of realization run through his veins like icy water. He didn't get a wink of sleep for what was possibly the third time this week. Hopefully he wouldn't be sluggish for today's duties. Angel was just about to get up, when the sound of gunfire caught his attention. That was never a good sound, especially not when it was so close to The Aftermaths' camp. Though Angel wasn't a fighter, he still hopped up immediately, following the other people that seemed to be alarmed by the gunfire as well. When everybody seemed to huddle around the medic's tent, Angel felt anxiety creep into his chest. Who was injured?
Please don't let it be Andrew... Angel's inner monologue begged. The last thing this group needed was its leader getting wounded or worse. However, as he made his way inside, he realized that the person in question was an unidentified woman. Angel heaved a sigh of relief that the worst hadn't happened, though now he was intrigued. His mismatched eyes glanced the woman over, silent curiosity resonating in his two-tone gaze. Who was this woman?

OOC: Meh, I'll write a first post for Nathaniel when my muse rises some more ><"

❄ Ƙʀɩᵴᴛɩᴀȵ Ƒʀοᵴᵴє ❄

He watched with a slightly hopeful golden gaze as the rest of the group analyzed the girl by his side, who was still clinging to his arm. Her grip had suddenly seemed to get tighter, which he didn't really mind, though he did notice that his arm began to feel weird. Tingly, even. He glanced down at her briefly, reading her expression. The poor thing seemed riddled with anxiety, and he recalled how her elemental abilities seemed to be triggered by her range of emotions. The realization made him a bit apprehensive. If the tingles running up and down his arm was because of her powers, he could only pray that they didn't grow into sparks. He refused to think about it -- if she were to stay calm, then she had to see that he was calm. Kristian blinked as Erik inquired her element, though considering she didn't respond, Kristian took it upon himself to say something.
"She can bend-- or wield, whatever the verb is --electricity, too. She packs quite a punch with that."
He laughed a little at the end of his statement, not only trying to lift the mood, but also to potentially give Becca some positive emotion to stand on. Maybe if he said something positive about her powers, she could feel a bit better... or stop the tingling in his arm, at least. The thought that Becca shared the same elemental abilities as the group leader had crossed Kristian's mind briefly earlier, but now the idea was reinforcing itself firmly. Two people who had control over electricity in all it's forms... Whether that was a cruel joke by fate or sheer coincidence, Kristian didn't know how to feel about it. Yeah, he wasn't afraid that Kyle would electrocute him, but Becca was different. Both magic user's abilities seemed to be controlled by their range of emotions, but if even meeting new people was enough to cause a tingling sensation in his arm, Kristian really didn't know if Becca was just off-guard with her powers... or maybe didn't know how to control them. Electricity, not contained and unbridled... It was enough to give him chills. Stupid phobia.

The group adviser's attention was pulled away from his thoughts and was redirected to the front doors of the gas station. Emerging from the innards of the building was a person, who was exiting... backwards? Kristian felt his guard go up, and he glanced down at Becca. With his free hand, he patted the top of Becca's head reassuringly.
"Wait here for a minute, okay?"
He spoke softly, and he gently pulled his arm away from her grasp as he walked forward, slipping through the space between David and Erik. Upon closer inspection of who had just exited the gas station, Kristian realized that it was Kyle, but he wasn't alone. Cradled in the group leader's arms was a seemingly limp body, and after recognizing the bundle in Kyle's arms, Kristian's heart skipped a beat with pure concern. Å faen, må du ikke la det være ...! (Oh f*ck, please don't let it be...!) Kristian's thoughts were speeding so quickly through his head that he instinctively thought in his native language rather than English, and the adviser quickly made his way over to the leader. Kristian's pale golden gaze took in the sight of a crumpled looking Eve, just utterly painted in scarlet blood that he wasn't even sure all belonged to her. She looked exhausted and potentially wounded, and a protective spark flared up in Kristian's chest. This was his fellow group member, a part of the new family he had found for himself ever since the apocalypse began, and she wasn't hanging on very well from the looks of it. Feeling panic rising in his throat, he looked to Kyle wordlessly, though once he did, Kristian seemed to regain his composure. He didn't really know why he looked to Kyle, but at that moment, looking into his familiar jade green eyes was oddly grounding... like that gaze brought a sense of reality to him. After his prior panic rapidly receded to the point where he could think clearly, Kristian quickly analyzed the situation. Considering her condition, she probably didn't need to be jostled around anymore... The black-haired boy glanced over his shoulder towards David's direction.
"David, come here!"
Kristian called, motioning for the angel to come over, standing up straight as he did so. He'd be damned if he was going to fail another person he felt like he needed to take care of.

Cassandra Sugarheart
"Don't be afraid to speak your mind just because they may call you a b*tch. You'll get called one anyway, so say what you mean without resistance."

Just from looking at her, it's rather obvious that Cassandra isn't human. Her hair is a bit on the wavy side and a little longer than shoulder length, but she always keeps it in high pigtails to keep it out of her face, not to mention bright pink. She has large, expressive, peridot colored eyes that are practically windows to her soul. Her skin is smooth and supple, and she just looks youthful in general. If her physical appearance were to be summed up in one word, it would be "small". She stands at a height of only five feet, though that's common among her race, and her body frame is tiny and lithe, which allows her to move quickly. Perched on her back are large pink and silver wings that look strikingly similar to a butterfly's, and thanks to some of her magic, she can change her hair and eye color at will as well as conceal her wings. However, due to comfort and just plain laziness, Cassandra prefers to look as she is now. As for her age, it varies on what measurement you're using. In Earth's measurements, she's three hundred and thirty-three years old, but in the fairy world's measurements, she's eighteen years old.

Cassandra is not your stereotypical, quiet and shy fairy that blushes and hides at the drop of a hat. She's a blunt little thing and completely unafraid to tell you exactly what she thinks, choosing to remain objective on a vast majority of matters, even if it could endanger her relations with people, to let people know where they stand. She doesn't necessarily like being rude, it's just that she isn't afraid to be when the need arises.
She is outgoing and extroverted, having a strong desire to be around people and tending to get antsy when she's left alone with her thoughts. That being said, she isn't usually one to baby people or sugarcoat things, so those who are close to her can always count on her to give an honest, no nonsense answer.
Cassandra also has a bit of an odd sense of humor that involves copious amounts of puns. She finds people's reactions to her puns funnier than the puns themselves, which only encourages her to keep telling them. She's playful and likes to have a good time, though she will call somebody out on their bullsh*t if she takes notice of it.
In addition to her bluntness, Cassandra also has a quick wit, being five feet of pure fight if she gets the chance to show it. Getting into a good banter is one of her favorite things to do, and she is the master of comebacks, always having one ready if she needs to whip one out. Though she does have a sharp tongue, she knows how to control it. She can read the atmosphere of a situation pretty well, so she knows when it's appropriate to grin and bear it or to just let loose.
Though her general exterior is feisty and blunt, Cassandra does have a soft side. She's not always the best with comforting people through honeyed words, but rather takes to motivating them with reminders of their goals and how they can achieve it if they keep working hard. Cassandra has a soft spot for baby animals and is capable of being gentle and kind, though she usually reserves that side for the sensitive people in her life that can't handle nor take to her typical nature. She has eclectic music taste, routinely uses the word "bro", and blushes when she's genuinely complimented. What a dork.

As stated before, Cassandra is a rare species of fairy that is commonly called a "love fairy" by humans because of the common palette of colors in the species (pink, red, white, and silver), but she is technically a light fairy, despite her abilities having nothing to do with light. The light fairy species is so rare because in the fairy gene pool, the light fairy gene is highly recessive and rather fatal. In fact, most unborn fairies that die before birth are light fairies, though the reason for the light fairy gene being so kamikaze-like is unknown.
Cassandra grew up in the fairy realm with a huge family. Being the youngest and only light fairy in the family of so many brothers and sisters, Cassandra was practically raised by her siblings since her parents were always gone. Nobody in the Sugarheart clan knew why they were gone, though there was plenty of speculation from the rest of the fairy community as to the parents' fates. Some say their parents were spirited away by another supernatural being. Some rumors say that their parents were killed by humans. Cassandra still doesn't know where they are to this day, or if they're even alive, and quite frankly she doesn't care. After all, it wasn't like she ever got to meet her parents to even be able to miss them anyhow. The Sugarheart siblings all loved each other very much and were extremely tight-knit. However, things were hard in the fairy world for the clan of young fairies. Because of the absence of parents, the Sugarhearts were shunned in the highly judgmental fairy society (where unusual families that didn't have two parents and at least two children were seen as obscene and "unclean") and became looked down upon. A majority of fairies pretended the family didn't even exist, never acknowledging them in public and turning their nose up at them when they walked by. It was so bad that they eventually left the village that they were in and settled on the fact that they didn't really have an established home: the Sugarhearts just lived among the clouds, high in the sky and away from the strict confines of fairy society.
But then the apocalypse on Earth happened. It was like someone threw open the door for supernaturals everywhere, for beings of all species and sizes were flooding the barren, nuclear wasteland for different reasons. Cassandra's siblings thought that Earth seemed much more ideal than the harsh society of the fairy realm, and they all agreed that it would be better to go there instead of staying hidden among the clouds, afraid to even show their faces to the population of the fairy realm. Cassandra hadn't been so sure, but she was so tired of being scorned for a situation she couldn't control, so she just went along with her family and went to Earth with them. Things were far from glamorous, though the clan of fairies claimed their own spot of forest land and began to try and heal it from the radiation. They'd managed to get some of the trees to shed the sickly radiation and regain fresh life, though it was exhausting work to try and heal an entire forest. Regardless, the Sugarhearts were just happy to have some place they could call their own without really having to hide themselves.
But it wasn't long until other, powerful supernatural beings stumbled upon the fairies. Demons and bloodthirsty spirits, as well as the Earthly mutations known as the Infected, began to wreck havoc on their forest, and the fairies were steadily dwindling in number. Eventually, a particularly malicious demon set fire to the forest after the Sugarheart clan refused to bid him entry, and the entire forest was engulfed in flames. Cassandra made it out as the sole survivor, and she fled as far and fast as she could before eventually collapsing from fatigue. It wasn't long after her narrow escape that she found Kyle's group, which she considers a part of her family and would do anything to keep them all safe.
Because of her family's fiery death at the hands of demons, Cassandra has a healthy hatred for demons, though she's able to look past it when it comes to Jacob Wynter, since he's a friend of the group.

Being a light fairy gives her a heightened sense of human emotions as well as an array of magical abilities, such as voluntary invisibility, flight, a degree of super strength, and generic magic (which isn't very strong nor lasts a long time), but her most powerful type of magic is healing magic. Light fairy healing abilities are very similar to that of an angel's, though fairy magic is not suited for gory, deep physical injuries that angel healing can remedy. She can easily heal things such as diseases, fatigue, mental illness, and other ailments that don't require drastic measures. As for severe battle injuries... David has to handle those.

Cassandra has been a part of Kyle's group for a while and functions as a medic alongside David.

Gahhhhhhh, don't make me leave the page to go find the things and put them here. Too much workkkk.

❄ Ƙʀɩᵴᴛɩᴀȵ Ƒʀοᵴᵴє ❄

Though he felt much better when Eve was handed into the arms of the angel, he wasn't exactly at ease yet. Not only was Eve not yet well again, but there was still another matter to attend to: Becca. He didn't dare turn around and look at her, though he most certainly didn't miss when Kyle finally noticed her. And judging from the reaction the leader had, the convincing part was likely going to be just as daunting as he thought it would be. Kristian sort of began to feel bad about having been the one who brought newcomers to the group as of recently, feeling as though he were a child again when he'd find stray animals and present them to his mother with doe-eyed pouts and begging "Can we keep 'em? Pwease?"
Don't get him wrong, he doesn't regret bringing those he finds to the group. In fact, Kristian often feels like it's the moral thing to do, even though the world he currently lives in is... well, less than focused on what the right thing to do is. If bringing people to the group means preventing unnecessary death -- especially when those he found have incredibly helpful abilities -- then Kristian would probably never stop. Besides, he only brought those that he felt were good people. True, he wasn't psychic and could be wrong about that type of thing, but he would be plagued with guilt if he ignored somebody that he thought could benefit from as well as give benefits to the group.
Kyle's statement pulled Kristian out of his thoughts, and as he watched him enter the gas station, Kristian felt a faint sense of dread in his chest. There wouldn't ever be a necessarily good time to bring up Becca to Kyle, but Kristian figured that being inside an isolated area such as the gas station was as good a setting as any. Yet, as he started to go forward to follow him, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and heard a familiar voice in his ear.
"Yo, I got this. Go back to Becca."
Kristian watched as the owner of the voice made quick work of following Kyle into the gas station, and the ice magic user couldn't help but feel an odd mixture of amusement and an emotion he could only describe as the b*stardization of dread and relief. He'd just have to trust the owner of that voice... which could either turn out well, or not so much.
The ice magic user did what he was told and went back to where the new girl stood, his gentle on his expression by default.
"Sorry about that... she'll be okay, especially since David is working on her."
He looked back over his shoulder to the angel, watching with hopeful golden eyes. He knew David was a capable medic and could heal Eve, but he couldn't help feeling a sense of apprehension whenever a group member had to be healed from significant injuries like that. He'd just have to trust him.
And he did.

OOC: New character time!~ Here's a link to her bio so that you get at least a little familiar with her, since this introduction was a little less than coherent in the beginning: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1648238.252

♥ ʗᴀᵴᵴᴀɴᴆʀᴀ _ᵴᵾɢᴀʀᴎєᴀʀᴛ ♥

Why did everything seem to just take forever to actually happen?
Cassandra scanned the barren, crumbling cityscape for the umpteenth time, almost trying to find something different so that there would be something exciting. She didn't necessarily want to find something dangerous like the Infected, just something to liven up the scene a bit... like a survivor. She was almost a little jealous of Kyle and Eve that they were the only ones who got to clear the gas station they found, but she couldn't blame them for being among the most capable of doing so. Kyle was savvy with weapons as well as his powers, and Eve was the best shot that Cassandra had ever known, so it only made sense that they go inside the treacherous place. Being a fairy and standing at only five feet tall, Cassandra wasn't exactly what one would call battle savvy, which was precisely why she was a medic alongside David, the angel. While David could heal severe physical injuries with finesse and precision, Cassandra's fairy magic wasn't strong enough for significant injuries like that. Her healing was more suited for diseases, mental illness, and other ailments that weren't of the gory, "oh-sh*t-we-gotta-cut-his-arm-off-probably" variety.
She had resigned to levitating (thanks to her fairy magic) and sitting cross-legged in the air while adjusting her bright pink colored hair-- there was no way in hell that she was going to sit on the grimy concrete that was probably riddled with radiation or anything worse. Sure, it was the apocalypse, but a fairy had to have standards, right? When Kristian arrived with a girl clinging to his arm, Cassandra perked up, abandoning the fluffing up of her hair that she'd been doing and standing on the ground, ceasing to levitate. The five feet tall fairy put a hand on her hip, looking the newcomer over. The girl looked very frightened, and Cassandra felt kinda sorry for her. The fairy's senses detected massive waves of fear rolling from the blonde before her, and Cassandra wondered if she was naturally timid, or if it was something more. The fairy listened as Kristian introduced the girl, but her attention was grabbed when Kyle suddenly came through the door with Eve in his arms. Being a medic as well, Cassandra was immediately on the alert, though judging from her injuries, her fairy magic wouldn't be well suited for this healing job. David would have to take over this one.
Then she noticed how Kyle reacted to merely glancing towards the newcomer. She was almost tempted to laugh a little. There was so much anger in one, small guy. Cassandra knew she didn't really have room to talk about Kyle's height -- the human was seven inches taller than her for crying out loud -- but she found amusement in that he was short by human standards as well. Her sense of humor is f*cking weird.
She also noticed Kristian looking like he was going to go after the leader, though she had a strong urge to intervene. Cassandra could just tell that Kristian probably wouldn't handle Kyle's mood so well, particularly if he was planning to bring up Becca to the other boy. The fairy rushed to the ice magic user and put a hand on his shoulder, winking at him.
"Yo, I got this. Go back to Becca."
With that, the fairy lifted off the ground a few feet and floated over to the gas station door, following the leader inside. When she did, she couldn't help but shudder at the sheer amount of Infected corpses everywhere.
"Damn bro, you two went absolutely ballistic in here."
Cassandra commented. She reached out her hand and rubbed her thumb against her index finger, which created pixie dust that spread over a few corpses. The limp, decaying bodies levitated into the air, though Cassandra was clearly in control of them. She wasn't going to touch those disgusting things, no damn way. She figured she should be asking Kyle where to put the corpses, but her mouth moved before her brain did.
"Yo, Grumpy Sh*t. Do you need some fairy healing for your anger problem you had outside, or are you going to keep it together over there?"
Cassandra spoke as bluntly as she always did, using her trademark habit of calling group members an affectionately sassy nickname (that didn't necessarily stay the same over time) instead of their actual name. It wasn't in her nature to be sappy, and she certainly had no filter when it came to group members that she was comfortable with... which was just about everybody. The fairy sprinkled more pixie dust over another corpse, adding it to the ones she already had floating behind her. It took "cleaning fairy" to a new level.

♥ ʗᴀᵴᵴᴀɴᴆʀᴀ _ᵴᵾɢᴀʀᴎєᴀʀᴛ ♥

She took note of where Kyle told her to put the bodies, continuing to sprinkle pixie dust on the cadavers until she had a decent number up in the air near her, hanging like limp ghosts. She followed Kyle to the room he specified, the corpses she dusted with magic following behind her like a highly unorganized, undead conga line. Cassandra couldn't help but blink in slight surprise at how roughly he threw the first body inside, quietly filing her portion of corpses inside the room before snapping her fingers, which lifted the magic cast on the bodies. They slumped unceremoniously to the ground. Sure, they were dead Infected scum, so they didn't particularly need to be handled with care, but she felt like Kyle's toss was fueled more by his anger than anything else. When he verbally retaliated to her earlier accusation, Cassandra couldn't help but feel a stir of slight, possibly inappropriate amusement at his anger. Well, perhaps not necessarily his anger, but with how fervently he was trying to mask his emotions, which were pretty evident to her anyways since she could literally feel them radiate off of the boy's body. She rubbed her hands together, generating a decent amount of pixie dust, and cupped her hands together around it when she was done. Then she faced a pile of corpses and blew the lightweight magic onto them, not even pausing enough to watch the bodies levitate into the air like she knew they would. Instead, Cassandra turned to the next load of bodies, still speaking to Kyle even though she wasn't looking at him.
"That's a load of sh*t, because you totally know what I'm talking about. Yeah, I'm not your bullsh*ttingly tall adviser, but you can at least be honest with me too, bro."
The petite fairy paused to scatter more pixie dust across a random slue of mutilated Infected, adding them to the floating mass of bodies behind her before sending them into the makeshift morgue just as she had done with the previous corpses. Once those were disposed of, Cassandra repeated the process of storing the bodies littered throughout the gas station, though she kept speaking as she did so.
"Poor thing out there, too... I forget that you humans can't sense emotions as strongly as fairies do. It's almost as if she's more a bundle of fear and anxiety in human form than a person."
The light fairy had managed to get a large area clear of bodies, and she could even see the floor now. It wasn't much prettier than when it had corpses all over it, since pools of blood in various consistencies were strewn out all over the floor and wall. Cassandra made a face of disgust. If they were planning to sleep here, then they definitely needed to at least have the place as hygienic as they could make it. Sure, she could heal diseases, but preventing them from happening was much more ideal than just relying on her fairy magic like a twenty-four hour access one-touch hospital. Healing could get exhausting. Rubbing her hands together again for more pixie dust, Cassandra scattered the magic across the floor and wall, watching it settle like pink, sparkling snow. Then, with a snap of her fingers, the pixie dust flashed once and disappeared, taking the blood and gore with it. Now, the areas that had been given the "fairy treatment" were rather clean, and Cassandra felt satisfied with her work. She glanced over her shoulder to look at the group leader once more.
"Besides, if it's paranoia that's making you be this way, you know I can help you with that. Not that some paranoia is a bad thing, but the amount you have right now cannot be healthy for you. It'll break you down further if it hasn't already."
Cassandra noted, feeling the intensity of Kyle's emotions roll off him in waves, despite it being toned down at least some since Kyle seemed to be in some sort of mental zone while moving the bodies. Being a light fairy gave her a heightened sense of emotions, and it was because of that she found humans to be utterly interesting. They felt everything with practically everything in their being, regardless of what it was: anger, jealousy, fear, happiness, love... Such a hyper-emotional species. She wasn't a cold, emotionless being, but all things considered, she didn't feel things nearly as fervently as humans did: whether she was a fairy or not.

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WIPs


Ross Harmonia
Basics
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Rank: Refugee (royalty)
On the Inside
Three word Bio:
Positive Traits:
♦ enthusiastic
♦ big-hearted
♦ dedicated
♦ loyal
♦ upbeat (usually)
Negative Traits:
♦ sensitive
♦ insecure
♦ runs away from problems rather than facing them
Neutral Traits:
♦ musically inclined
♦ easily impressed
♦ curious
Goals:
♦ learning to live in a strange new kingdom
♦ surviving
Fears:
♦ being outcasted
♦ sudden loud noises
Relationships/Crush:
♦ none
Family:
♦ king and queen of a former neighboring kingdom, both deceased
History:

On the Outside
Appearance:
He's of average height, standing at five feet and nine inches, and generally pretty lanky. Given that he was born and raised as royalty, the boy's never really had to do that much physical labor that would have given him any muscle worth noting. Sure, he's got some, but he's not ripped or anything in any sense. Ross has somewhat thick golden-brown hair that has a bad habit of getting in his hazel eyes that are prone to glance all around, trying to see all the colors that only he sees. Stereotypically speaking, he's your average, royal "pretty boy".
Clothing:
Given that his royal heritage, he still has some upscale clothing, though he wears it mostly because it's all he has. He's in the process of looking for more casual, comfortable clothes.

War Wear:

Weapon of Choice:
Though he was raised to fight with a sword, he's recently taken a liking to daggers that wield similarly to swords.

[font=times new roman][color=white]Body modifications:
none
Permanent Wounds:
none, I suppose
You
Username:
Too lazy to barely scroll up and look to the left?~
Nickname:
Young, Danni, whatever works
Muse:
Typically high
Plot Ideas:
None at the moment

[color=white][font=times new roman]Lance Avery
[font=times new roman][color=white]Basics
[color=white]Gender: Male
Age: 29
Rank: Blacksmith
On the Inside
Three word Bio:
Positive Traits:
Negative Traits:
Neutral Traits:
Goals:
Fears:
Relationships/Crush:
Family:
History:
On the Outside
Appearance:
Clothing:
War Wear:
Weapon of Choice:
Body modifications:
Permanent Wounds:
You
Username:
Nickname:
Muse:
Plot Ideas:

♥ ʗᴀᵴᵴᴀɴᴆʀᴀ _ᵴᵾɢᴀʀᴎєᴀʀᴛ ♥
Oops.
That was the first and only thought that crossed her mind when Kyle reacted to her words. It was like a switch had been flipped inside him, and it didn't take her emotion sensing to know exactly how furious he was with her: his glare said it all. Though she was admittedly taken aback by his reaction, she stood her ground and didn't move from where she was when Kyle started for her. She may not be extremely battle savvy, but she figured that if he got too close then she'd send a cloud of pixie dust his way that would subdue his rage at best and only obscure his vision at worst. Thankfully, she didn't have to do anything, for the leader seemed to regain some degree of self-control and began to stomp towards the opposite wall instead. Cassandra watched with slightly widened eyes as the sparks began to fly off of Kyle's body, and when he sent his fist directly into the wall, she couldn't help but cringe, involuntarily imagining how that might have felt on her own skin, but the thought was gone as soon as it came. The abundance of electricity in the air was tangible, and it was then she heard the sound of sparks and surging above her. The fairy's green gaze immediately went up towards the lights above her, watching as the lights began to brighten, fed by Kyle's powers. All too quickly the energy surge became too powerful for the lights to handle, and they shattered with a loud, crackling pop. Cassandra quickly enveloped herself in her large butterfly-esque wings, protecting herself as the glass rained down from above. Once it ceased, she emerged from them and looked Kyle in the eye as he spoke again. She listened, and though she desperately wanted to say something, she knew it wasn't best to. Cassandra physically bit her tongue to keep her words at bay until she was able to think of something suitable.

"Alright."
She finally spoke in a calm tone, knowing that saying anything else would likely set him off again. She wasn't scared of her leader or anything, but she certainly had a healthy amount of respect for his strength and acknowledged it wasn't the best for her to have spoken so freely. Not in this context and atmosphere, at least. Not like she'd ever apologize for speaking her mind, but that had clearly been the wrong thing to say. Oh well. Cassandra turned and exited the gas station, leaving the door open behind her as she floated out. The first thing she noticed when she exited was Kristian, namely because he was staring directly at her... or rather, through her. He looked detached and stiff, and it made Cassandra mildly concerned. Kristian was usually a little spacey and lost in his thoughts, but this didn't seem to be the case with him. She went towards the adviser, noting that he never responded to her approach even when she made it to him. It was a little worrying. The fairy raised her arm and gently rested her hand on the top of the tall boy's head, her hand faintly glowing shade of pastel pink. Cassandra's healing power felt like it was seeping through her hand, a very odd feeling, though it didn't last for very long. After a few seconds, Kristian blinked and suddenly seemed aware of his surroundings again.
"Earth to Tall Sh*t, you gonna hold yourself together?"
The fairy spoke bluntly as usual, though her tone reflected that she did care. The adviser wasn't really answering her question, and she felt the mix of nervousness and fear rolling off of him. What was making him feel that way? She was about to ask, but figured prying might not help. Instead, she sighed and looked to the new girl that was beside the adviser.
"Listen, the leader's going to come outside now, and I think he's gonna talk to you. Just breathe, and try not to shock him."
Cassandra's advice was straightforward, and though her words alone were not very reflective of her intentions, her tone did carry some care in it. She wasn't good at being sentimental or tender, but she did her best to convey that Becca would be fine: if she could keep at least some of her cool.

Turning her attention elsewhere, Cassandra noticed that Eve seemed to be standing up and walking around, obviously putting more effort than normal into balancing herself. The fairy felt that couldn't have been a good sign, and she bit her lower lip in mild annoyance. Eve probably refused more help from David again. Obviously the angel was a great healer and could heal things that Cassandra couldn't, but what good was that if the patient didn't want to be helped? It was frustrating, to say the least. Regardless, Cassandra got her emotions settled and floated over to the sharpshooter.
"Yo, Eagle Eyes. Your wounds look better and all, but you should probably sit down. I can rejuvenate your strength if you're still tired."
This time, Cassandra picked her words a bit more carefully to try and not set off another emotional reaction with somebody else. She actually was kind of fond of Eve, considering they were the only two female official members of the group and their personalities were kind of similar. In truth, Cassandra found Eve to be very talented and important to the group with her shooting skills -- hence the nickname "Eagle Eyes". That being said, Cassandra knew quite well of Eve's track record of refusing healing. The fairy didn't know if that was pride thing or something, but whatever it was, it just wasn't wise in the long run. Lingering injuries usually made a person weaker. That being said, Cassandra wasn't going to heal Eve unless the human girl gave her permission to: the other medic may be blunt and on her own agenda most of the time, but she respected personal space boundaries and often waited for consent to heal unless it was a matter of life or death.

❄ Ƙʀɩᵴᴛɩᴀȵ Ƒʀοᵴᵴє ❄

He'd been spacing out a little bit as he stood beside Becca, his gaze turning upwards to the sky. The sun was setting, and it wouldn't be long until nightfall was upon the crumbling city. It had been already been a long day of traveling, and the hustle and bustle of this hellish survival streak still wasn't settled down yet. Though the sky had been mostly clear, Kristian noticed that there were quite a few darkened clouds in the west, and it was enough to make him nervous. It wasn't that he had a problem with rain. No, he could handle that very well. What worried him was the chance that rain wouldn't arrive all alone and bring thunder and lightning with it, creating a thunderstorm. He'd always had a phobia of thunder and lightning ever since he was a child. Kristian had loving parents and a pretty good childhood, but his parents sure didn't understand his fear. He didn't see what was so difficult to understand and accept: storms were unpredictable, loud, and potentially dangerous. There wasn't anything to do about it but just hope that it was over soon. It was like some immortal, invisible enemy that didn't make itself known, just relentlessly striking the ground and shaking the entire house, like an over-the-top intimidation or kill tactic. His parents just didn't understand any of that. "Man up," his father would say after finding the boy hiding in the closet or under the bed. "Don't let Felix and Anna see you scared, because then they'll become scared of it too," was a frequent line he'd hear from his mother. But the most popular thing his parents would say was "It's only light and sound. Just... try to get over it." Simply "getting over" a phobia was impossible, but Kristian sure tried. Over the years, he began to realize that he was more so afraid of the lightning than the thunder: his parents were right, thunder was just noise. But lightning (or electricity in general) could kill, instantly and without warning. All it took was being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you'd be fried. He abhorred being so frightened by a weather pattern, not to mention one that a majority of people loved to watch and experience. He had it drilled into his head through negative reinforcement that his phobia was stupid and made him weak, so he never shared it with anybody. It was likely he never would.

Staring at the darkened clouds only made his heart beat faster, so Kristian tore his golden gaze away from the sky and instead glanced over towards the gas station. Cassandra had said she was going to take care of it before she followed the leader inside... hopefully she would be able to pull it off. Still, given that it was Cassandra, the Norwegian boy felt kind of worried about how she'd handle it. Then there was a sudden flash inside the gas station, and there was a sound that could only be described as a crackling pop: like lightning. Kristian's eyes widened, and then his body reacted immediately: his body locked up, like he was rooted to the spot and couldn't move. His heart was starting to beat faster. His mind blocked out all his senses: it was as if he just completely shut down and stood still like a frozen soldier. He felt the familiar urgency to run and hide, but his body refused to move. He was mentally detached from his body and completely unaware of the environment around him, only cognizant of the wave of fear that crashed down on him.

But then he felt an odd, calming sensation. It began in the crown of his head and quickly moved through his entire body, all the way down to the soles of his feet. The wave of calm had freed his locked joints, relaxed his quickened heart, and he was mentally brought back to reality. Kristian blinked, suddenly registering that there was something touching the top of his head. He blinked again, realizing that there was suddenly a mass of pink in front of him. Cassandra, to be exact. The fairy asked in that special way of hers if he was okay, and Kristian quickly faked a smile, dismissively waving his hand.
"I'm just a little spacey, you know me."
Kristian lied, and seemed to work since the fairy didn't press him any more, though she did look a bit unconvinced with his answer. Once her attention was diverted from him, the adviser felt a brief sense of relief wash through him. At the news that Kyle was likely going to speak with Becca, the ice magic user figured that now was the time for him to move away so that the little meeting could take place. Kristian gave the blonde girl a smile and a reassuring pat on the head before he turned and walked to where a bench was near the gas station building. He sat down with a sigh, subconsciously grabbing a bit of the scarf around his neck and pulling it up so that it covered his mouth, like a muffler. The sensation was oddly comforting to him, and though Cassandra had already healed him from before, the action with his scarf served as a further relaxer for him.