openish ☓ i see god in birds and satan in long words

[libratus]

WHO: Ilias, Max, & maybe you???
WHAT: A catch-all post for November
WHEN: Firstfall, pre-Ghislain
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warning: dead bodies & dissection etc. in the mummy thread. Feel free to toss a wildcard starter on, or hit me up on plurk or PM if you want to hash something out! Ilias's October prompts are still roughly applicable, as are the hooks in their respective info pages.

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[ebeje]

Luckily or unlucky for Flint, the door does crack open, but only just beyond the width of a round face to start. Yellow light catches on the twist of a brow, on bright eyes that neatly assess his presence alongside a series of conspicuous absences — a Walrus man, a sword, John.

Easing, then, to let light frame the more comfortable width of her shoulders.

"Captain." It's not overflowing with welcome, but the particular balance of her hand on door handle speaks to potential. Neutral enough not to forgo pleasantries, at least, nor tinge those pleasantries with anything less. "To what do I owe the pleasure?”

She has guesses, of course; hopes. But she's never been one to ride on those.