Kelpie
She/Her
41
June 18
Snowbelle City
Pansexual
Rocket Scientist
Grunt
This vessel is a lie, a shapeshifting beast, a lesson in fluidity
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Calpurnia Kubrick
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[attr="class","samjermain"] Familiar hands shoved Calpurnia back. But this did nothing to alter her trajectory. Like some rabid creature, the scientist lunged forward again. A hand fell toward Soyeon’s shoulder. This time its claws dug inward like falcon claws, aiming to resist being shaken off. “I—I just told you.” Her normally schooled terms were frantic. The intonation is aggressive. No sense of recognition followed. Not immediately. Only when the other woman called her name did the spell break. Desperate fingers fell away, a hand lifting to Kelpie’s mouth in a show of confused shock. “Miss Kwan.” She managed to regain some control, though her eyes continued to erratically roam the street. As if her daughter might be hiding in one of the storefront windows that cluttered the street. Or had somehow fallen into a sewer grate. The fact that this was an inferior beckoned Calpurnia to regain some sense of control. She forced rapid, shallow breathing into a more consistent tempo. “I—I would appreciate the assistance.” Even as she said it, an inner part of her rebelled. She did not like having to depend on anyone. Not her parents. Not her husband. And, certainly, not her backstabbing, needy coworkers. The questions helped further ground the woman. These were the sorts of questions she needed to be asking, instead of running about like a headless Torchic sstrapped to a firecracker. Though still distressed, she lifted a hand to straighten one side of her hair. “We—we were at the Halloween store.” She gestured. “I told her to go to the car, but she didn’t make it.” At the talk of favorite places, she thought of the toy store and a nearby cookie stand. “She might have gone to Henderson's, but it's not like her.”Filled with a phantom hope, she made to grab the other woman’s hand and drag her back in the direction they had come from. Purrseus, meanwhile, had discovered a strange smell. It reminded him of a psychiatrist’s office—cologne, leather, and the taint of tears. He also found a cracked bit of round rock. A string had wrapped around the sewer grate, preventing it from falling into the sewer. Where has Zinnia gone? What kind of beast would steal a child? [newclass=.samjer] font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; [/newclass][newclass=.samjermain] margin: 0 auto; width:350px;background-color:#2b2b2b;padding:45px;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:.5px;[/newclass][newclass=.samjertag] text-align:right;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom: -15px; padding-top: 15px; background-color: #C48EE8;[/newclass][newclass=.samjermain b] color: #C48EE8; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjermain i] color: #9E8CE8; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjer u] text-decoration: none; font-style: italic; color: #D49736; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: .5px; font-weight: bold; [/newclass][newclass=.samjer a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font:800 10px Poppins!important; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjerpoke] width:440px;background-color:#C48EE8;border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px; height:50px;background-image:url(https://image.ibb.co/dMFuMc/flower.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:center right;text-align:center;padding-bottom:15px;margin: 0 auto;margin-top:-10px;border-top: 3px #C48EE8 solid;[/newclass][newclass=.samjertop] width:440px;border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px;background-color:#C48EE8;border-bottom: 3px #C48EE8 solid;height:30px;background-image:url(https://image.ibb.co/dMFuMc/flower.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:center right;text-align:center;padding-bottom:5px;margin: 0 auto;margin-top:-10px;[/newclass]
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