Posts by Jem

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]Though Jemma wasn't weighed down with the massive burdens Pollux was currently carrying on his back, a lot of other things sufficed. Even with Fitz back, nightmares had yet to become a thing of the past, sleepless nights were being introduced to her, though she was thankful for them when she was actually able to get a few hours in, and dreams? Still nonexistent. The Falls, the murder. It still took up the majority of her mind, as much as she tried to work it away here in the ever busy world of BloodClan. Thank the deities above for a few moments in time when chances like this surfaced.

"I'm Simmons," she introduced upon approach. Were those... ram horns behind his head? Interesting. "Yes— welcome."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]Hm. If there had been any hoop-jumping Jemma wouldn't exactly be here, would she? Speak of the devil, the black fae was approaching now, taking her usual side next to Sola and roving her gaze over Peachmoon - Blythe to them; Jemma's obliviousness would get them nowhere near close to suspecting a thing, if anything she'd most likely try to become friends with her only to see it drop like a hat, but enough of that - out of her usual mild interest before assuming good intentions and giving herself a nod. "Yes, welcome. I'm Simmons— I don't think I'll be as much help, but I'll give it a shot if it's anything science-related." Which it probably wouldn't be. Why had she even bothered? Alas, too late to go back now.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]This woman was a riot. Jemma liked her already. Particularly because she could never be her. Her list of role models was ever-growing for such a selfless little biochemist. It had actually started with Sola and Pastelkisses, but she wasn't about to go on a tangent about how badassery was and never would be up her sleeve, and the like. Yes, she was well-rounded, but firing a gun on the spot or wielding a knife without so much of a problem was still very iffy for her.

"Simmons. The last I checked, my father died here from a fire, so I guess you could count him?" Her words were very blunt, considering at that point it still hasn't been the last of Serpentine. His official death was around the time she had struck the very ripe age of ten months. And, once upon a time, she was still free-spirited. "Hopefully everything is as you remember it... Asper."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]This was... something. When Jemma had come to BloodClan, she hadn't expected everything to go to hell so soon. It seemed fate had pulled a Skye on her. At least she had been here a week; any shorter she would have claimed it a curse. Then again, she was very paranoid. A lot of Sola's traits were rubbing off on here. "Duly noted, sir," she said, gaze flicking to Pollux as she murmured her congrats. He deserved it.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]As much as Jemma wanted to say she was enjoying BloodClan, she found her muse as well as activity was slowly deteriorating. The fast life there was far too complex compared to the preceding two she had led. Sola heavily weighed down her decision to switch once more, especially so soon, and so did Fitz. Though he followed her everywhere, she knew that eventually he would get tired of the constant travels. They could never call their relationship permanent if they couldn't even call their home that first. She needed to figure everything out. Set the record straight. She knew she was supposed to be writing the future right now, but maybe sometimes it took a flip back to a few pages in the past to clear the fog and find a way.

"Cains?" came the tired, lilted British accent that belonged to the black fae. It was almost as if her entire body wilted like a flower, bags heavy under her caramel visionaries and shoulders barely holding her lithe frame together. Which was indeed true; she wasn't able to do this anymore. She needed to confront someone on what she had done, and it couldn't be either of her best friends. She knew that would be the right thing, but she could already imagine their reactions, having memorized them like a constant rewinding motion picture. To see Fitz's face fall, Sola's disappointed look... she didn't want that haunting her nightmares, too. "Anyone? It's me, Jemma."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]Jemma slipped in just before Cains would make his move to leave. Certain emotions could be seen flashing through her caramel visionaries as she spotted the tomcat first; though her time at TidalClan had been rather short, she saw Cains as a father figure, considering she did not have one to build from the group up. There was no foundation for her temple, she had to think the male made for possibly a better cornerstone. Who knew, though. Maybe someone that knew Serpentine better.

"Cains," she murmured in greeting, a pang of sympathy at the pit of her stomach as she roved her gaze over his features. He almost looked like a mirror figure of her, which boosted his rep in her mind as a possible candidate to confide in what she had done recently. She wasn't about to say anything, though. Seeing as he was dealing with matters high above her head, she would only speak little, not wanting to interrupt the higher positions' talk. "Yes, be safe," she pitched in a higher, squeakier voice, before her eyes widened and she shrunk back farther into the crowd. She didn't want him getting hurt any time in the nearby future. Now that... that would be a definite punch to the stomach.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]Although Jemma was a newer member here in BloodClan, what she thought was funny that she most likely had become a personal agenda of sorts to the dream demon rapist... whatever. They had only had one encounter, but the biochemist had definitely made the best of it while they were face-to-face. He had hurtled a rock at her. From space. Another thing that she found amusing: that hadn't been the first time she had come in contact with a space rock. So on her side, he was also on her hitlist. One day, it would happen.

Keeping back, the biochemist would quirk her lips in thought. Would Hypno now be on BloodClan's hitlist? Considering they had more important matters to attend to, his leave would probably be a petty thing that they'd get to eventually. This place definitely had it in for themselves.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]Eggsy's words were too good to be true. Everyone was expecting this. Jemma was still on the wayside of the whole thing; who knew what she would be planning on doing within the next few days. But her pros and cons list was a big one, for once. She wasn't going to leave Sola here alone any time soon, as much as she was rather popular among the ranks. But if she were to be honest here, did she fit here? She was far too innocent - not as much as Fitz, though, considering things - that she almost looked like a wine stain on the carpet. Funny, since it should be the other way around. The ebony femme would be gone as fast as she had come.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]Ah, so Kitten was writing her own story as well now? Apart from Jemma, a member of LithiumClan known as Americanbeauty would remember the newer member to BloodClan, but to the biochemist she was just another friend in the making. The girl in question would pad over, onyx fur glistening in the sunlight. "Hello there! I'm Simmons," she chirped— the usual on a day like this. For once she was actually happy. "How are you liking BloodClan so far?" she slipped in casually, formalities not at all ideal to her as long as she got opinions. The newcomer could introduce herself in her own time, if she wished.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]Though Jemma shared a similar reaction to that of Leonard's, she kept it concealed, merely rushing over in a flurry of concern for the poor wolf pup. Though she barely knew anyone in this clan, she knew for certain that worry was not something that was based on friendships. All in all, for her at least, no matter who was hurt she still shared mental pain. Coming up next to Mirie, the femme would flick her honey-amber eyes from Pollux to the only other male present. She wasn't especially skilled in the art of healing, but she knew the basics. Hopefully the two knew what they were doing.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]The influx of joiners and leavers startled Jemma, though she supposed it shouldn't exactly affect her. She was merely taken by surprise by it; even with BloodClan's golden age slowly drawing to a close, it still seemed as if people were coming by the masses. She didn't mind that whatsoever, so she decided not to think too much of it. "Yes, welcome," the biochemist put forth simply as she approached, wavering smile set on her facial features. It was the best she could muster up. "I'm Simmons. I hope you enjoy it here."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]The markings were definitely what caught the eye first. Not far behind Chem, Jemma would restrain herself from getting too close, highly fascinated by the patterns sprawled up and down the woman's arms. "This is amazing," she complimented with no filter whatsoever, paws shuffling across the dirt as a way to busy them from reaching out. "They're beautiful. How did you get them?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]Gladiator Games? Already Jemma could feel herself shivering. Sola might like the idea of that, but she would much rather hold down the fort here while hell was loose should she choose to attend. She was fine not fighting people to the death, thank you very much. She had a life to live, for god's sake! She wasn't that messed up in the head. Well, who knew if that was even accurate anymore. Either way, though, the biochemist would absolutely not be going. Taking the right side of Sola, as usual, the onyx femme would eye the general with a questionable gaze. Who knew what gears were turning in that bright mind of hers. She chose to remain silent as well, deciding to leave it up to the big boys to accept the invite.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]Meanwhile, Jemma was in the ceiling. Well, not literally, but standing on a stepladder with the top half of her body concealed by the inner workings of the damp tiles that made it up was the closest she could get. Considering Fitz wasn't exactly around to do this job he had been rung up for - she was the one to answer it, after all, he had been... somewhere - she had taken it upon herself to try and fix it.

This was before she realized she wasn't an engineer, by the way.

Lowering herself to take a breather from a few wires that had chewed away by rats, she would wave half-heartedly to Fauna in greeting. Why rats were in the ceiling of all the bloody places in the world was beyond her, but about half of the lights down here were not working and it was up to her to fix them. Even though she didn't have a bloody clue as to how to do that. "This... is not fun whatsoever," she said, more to herself than anyone, though her voice was loud enough for anyone in close proximity.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]Jemma's spine went rigid as she stiffened at the all-too familiar voice of Clinton first. She grimaced then, thinking, I should have been more specific when I said anyone. But she wasn't going to let herself be battered; that wasn't what she had come here for. She was too tired to be putting up with such childlike reactions this early in the morning, so she decided for once she'd be forward with herself. Turning to the Cavalry Captain with a rather brave look on her face, she unhinged her jaw, which she hadn't known she'd set to grit her teeth, and spoke. "I'm not here for your bullshit, Clinton. I just killed a woman and came here to confide in someone about it." Plain. Simple. The curse hadn't exactly rolled off the tongue, but she figured it would be a start to phrases she'd be saying nowadays.

Thank god Cains arrived when he had, or she might have just broken again. And as much as Clinton and her didn't get along, she wasn't in the mood to forcibly end a fight either. Nor did she feel like getting on another person's hitlist, after Bill. Unless she was already on Clinton's, then... there was no fixing that. Her features softened visibly as the tomcat came into her line of vision. She took in a shaky breath, calming down. No, she wasn't going to let her get to her. She hadn't even started yet. "Sir," she acknowledged, trying and failing to restrain herself from throwing herself at him. She aimed to bring into a long-awaited hug, though fought off the tears she was still waiting for an opportunity to shed. "We need to talk," was the best she could come up with for her first words to him.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]Ah, so this was a new concept entirely to all of them. It seemed as if Jemma had a new case on her hands. She rather liked the idea of that. "If it doesn't hurt, you should be fine," she said reassuringly. That was a good sign, in her opinion. That kind of logic was simple; if it didn't hurt, at least it was good. She decided not to think for the future, just in case that would throw everyone else into a state of panic. "Do you recognize the markings from anywhere?" she asked next. If they knew nothing of it, she could at least try interrogating said subject about it. You never knew just how much knowledge someone could hold. The smartest person might not even remember a simple thing. It was all in the facts.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]"I'm afraid so," the biochemist said with a grimace toward Temulin, hopping off the ladder and wringing her dust-ridden hands before her out of a nervous tic. Her gaze flicked up to Fauna hopefully, nodding vigorously toward the older woman in affirmation. "Would you? I'd be forever in your debt." Of course she had exaggerated. She couldn't help herself. She'd kill her boyfriend, yes, but for now she was focused on getting the electricity back up and running again.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]Meanwhile, none of this counted toward a normal day for poor Jemma. Rather, she shared the same shock as Jet as she came to a rather startling halt next to Melantha, having seen the boy breathe fire as well and, of course, found extreme interest in it. Upon hearing the deputy's words, though, the biochemist would snap out of her scientific reverie and gave her a look of slight panic. How come Sola had never told her about that? Upon remembering she was one of the more higher positions, her unhinged jaw snapped shut before she could even utter a word. She merely continued to marvel in Jet's new power quietly, caramel visionaries reflecting her mind, gears turning madly.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]Now that would be something Edmund might want to check up on, should xe be talking to individuals not actually present in the real world. But Jemma would not test her place here, arriving in silence and only piping up when Melantha asked who Malakai was. "He joined a bit ago, m'am," she said respectfully, flashing the lion a reassuring look before flicking her gaze back to Ed. "Yes, what might your problem be?" she asked xer a bit after, hoping it wasn't out of place for her to try and be helpful to xer this time.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]Ah, her sister, apparently. Now in full knowledge that her best friend was somehow her mother as well, it was still taking Jemma a bit to comprehend in such a strange circumstance she had been placed in. She didn't often possess that body anymore, not wanting to make Sola feel strange about it either. It was still a touchy subject and the biochemist had decided they would discuss the matter sometime in the future.

"Hello, Fire!" she greeted cheerily, a stark contrast to Melantha's mood. "It's me, Glassvials. Or... Simmons, I guess, she continued, eyebrows furrowing momentarily at the slip-up. "Whichever you prefer. You may even call me Jemma." It was an invitation merely because she was now her sister. That realization still hit her constantly like a brick. She had very few sisters.