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 | Burning everything I know Desperate for a change Crashing down the ancient roads Past our yesterday Maybe there is hunger in my blood Screaming out loud for what I want See me running full speed at it Shattering, collide Call it post-traumatic Now it's do or die Feeding frenzy is in my brain I'm hopeful every day I gotta get it while we are still young enough to break We're finally not afraid Maybe there is hunger in my blood Screaming out loud for what I want See me running full speed at it Shattering, collide Call me post-traumatic Now it's do or die Coming after tiny fractures Coming after tiny fractures See me running full speed at it Coming after tiny fractures Call me post-traumatic What comes after Tiny fractures |
| ◆ THE DRIFTER ◆ |
| A Searcher, aspiring to find a cure. |
| Silent, adaptable, and deathly ill, the Drifter has braved countless dangers without faltering, or even speaking aloud. Their hunt for a cure to their sickness has brought them through innumerable obstacles of every sort, up to and including their own death at the hands of their illness and at those creatures that stand in their way. Aided by the silent jackal god, they would learn to get up from even death each time, persevering past the point where anyone else would have given up. They have been battered and broken more times than they can count, hounded at all times by the spectral appearances of the Immortal Cell, Judgment, that festers in their organs and eats away at their health from the inside out. They still dream of its toxic influence, and they continue to cough up their own blood when their trials grow particularly difficult. Despite that, they do not give up. As long as they can stand on their own two feet, they will endure and fight through whatever needs fighting in order to reach the end of their journey. They had presumed that the destruction of the Immortal Cell had ended their long struggle with sickness - and ended it with death, as well as the jackal god's vision that would promise the world's return to health and prosperity. But when they awoke on the archipelago of LifeAftr, such proved not to be the case at all...and even more perplexing, there would be innumerable others willing to not only tolerate the Drifter's presence, but accept them as something almost like an ally. As the Drifter has struggled to remain detached, in the tradition of a nomadic warrior such as themself, they have finally come to accept that this resolve will inevitably end in failure. Logistically and practically, it would never have been possible, and the Drifter has been forced to confront the simple fact that they have not avoided becoming attached; that they, in fact, care a great deal for everyone they have encountered, and are willing to pour everything they are into protecting them. |
∴ canon | ₪ cross-canon | ♥ friend | ▲ complicated | ⩺ worry | ✔ trusted | |||
| ✘ dislike | ✼ protect | ¿ unknown | ★ acquaintance | ◊ debt | ❖ sickness | |||
| ⋙ feared | ϟ threat | ⩕ helpful | 〷 terminate | ✧ neutral | ❱ avoid | |||
| ⍚ drifter | ⅄ kind | ⑊ kindred | ∏ worship |
◇ the adventure zone ◇
taako ◆ the adventure zone
₪ - ♥ - ✔ - ◊???? - ⅄
[artist]
Fuck a silver lining
Fuck a silver lining
'Cause only gold is hot enough, hot enough
Fuck a silver lining
Fuck a silver lining
'Cause only gold is hot enough, hot enough
One more, one more
It's just cherries, cherries
Everything is cherries on top
No wings of wax or endless mountains
Tragedies with penniless fountains
It's just cherries, cherries
It's coming up cherries on top
Sunset shadows through the trophies
I guess it just ain't big enough
Say it one more, one more, one more
We've been falling, falling
It's like we fell to the top
I was born to cut a million
Cut my teeth and made a killing
Now I'm dodging, dodging
Everything you think that I'm not
Archetype of television
Was lost in thought but held the vision, hey
When you gonna say my name?
When you gonna say my name?
Quick charade, Beyoncé, Lemonade
When you gonna say my name?
When you gonna say my name?
No delay, no halfway, let me hear you say
One more, one more, one more
They have ended up in the debt of both elves time and time again in a continuous loop - saving one elf's life, only to require the aid of another, to the point where the Drifter can no longer tell who is in whose debt, anymore. Perhaps it will be this relationship that teaches them the benefits of no longer trying to keep such painstaking count.
lup ◆ the adventure zone
₪ - ♥ - ✔ - ◊???? - ⩕
[artist]
I think I got too many memories getting in the way of me
I'm about to go Tonya Harding on the whole world's knee
And I'm stuck, night vision
So stuck night vision
But I come to life, come to life
Seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind
And all my childhood heroes have fallen off or died
Fake tears, we are living fake tears
But the alcohol never lies, never lies
Some princes don't become kings
Even at the best of times I'm out of my mind
You only get what you grieve
Are you smelling that shit?
Are you smelling that shit?
Eau de résistance
The only thing that's ever stopping me is me, hey!
The only thing that's ever stopping me is me, hey!
I testify if I die in my sleep
Then know that my life was just a killer dream, yeah
Then know that my life was just a killer dream, yeah
I testify, I testify
Are you smelling that shit?
Eau de résistance
Lup and her twin brother have looked out for Ren from the very start, which was more than enough to earn the Drifter's trust from the get-go. Both elves would only proceed to garner more of their faith with their consistent competence and care - for Ren, for one another, and for solving the archipelago's manifold problems in general.
Similar as the case with her brother, the Drifter has reached a difficult point where they can no longer say for certain who is in who's debt as of their latest cycle of life-saving. At present, this is more confusing than it is welcome.
kravitz ◆ the adventure zone
₪ - ▲ - ✘✧
[artist]
My heroes dress in black
Well, I know my soul is on fire
As I turn this withered shade of gray
And I find, on my way to death and happiness
That my heroes, my heroes dress in black
So I pray to my god for salvation
As I suffer these wicked outlaw ways
And I turn to those I pass upon my reckoning
'Cause my heroes, my heroes dress in black
I'll shoot you down
Your lord I forsake
Forgivenesss for all
My soul be saved
My heroes dress in black
My heroes dress in black
My heroes dress in black
My heroes dress in black
My heroes dress in black
My heroes dress in black
Thus, the Drifter regards Kravitz with a mixture of suspicion and resentment. It might be far from a pleasant state of events, but it is nonetheless one they can understand and accept; it is far more familiar to them than anything else has been thus far.