(a); Liz had never liked water. Or more to say she wasn’t as fond of it as she was with warm places. That might be because she was a fire elemental, but that was beside the point, wasn't it? When she reached the damn little port city and found out about some ghost, she figured this was a case for the BPRD. A case she shouldn’t be part of at all, thanks. SHe had only come back for the weekend, maybe a bit longer. The Professor died and... and then there was Russia, and then there was near death and...
And she shouldn’t be here. She should be at base, in Jersey, waiting around for the next paranormal incident, putting up with HB and talking with Abe. Not... here.
“Red... you better be here somewhere.” She mumbled to herself, walking along. Catch her somewhere in port, goth looking long haired chick with a cross at her neck, looking out of place for the town.
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(b); If you run into her about an hour after she got there, you’d see fire. A blue fire racing over her arms and head. She’s small, a petite woman, dark hair covered in fire, her hands out and glaring at the three guys before her. Two cringing back, and one laughing, saying ‘What are you, girly? We just wanted some fun.’ Which apparently wasn’t the right thing to say. Her fists flexed and fire swelled. She knew she had to control it or she’d really hurt someone.
“Leave me alone.” She growled, stepping forward, hands out. “You should be running...” which made two of the men back up more, one of them laughed and pulled a sword.
Why the hell did she end up in pirate world?
God damn she hated Ghosts and their tricks. She shouldn’t be here.
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(c); [She’s on your ship, part of your crew. Liz isn’t the best with people, so she’s been a bit standoffish and doesn’t know more then a person or two, but she’s a good girl.]
[At the moment she sat on deck, a warm spade radiating around her, a light snow falling everywhere on deck but on her. It melted and evaporated before it hit her. There was a small fire, off and on, in her hand, like she was practicing. Her eyes focused on that more than anything else.]
Liz Sherman | Hellboy
And she shouldn’t be here. She should be at base, in Jersey, waiting around for the next paranormal incident, putting up with HB and talking with Abe. Not... here.
“Red... you better be here somewhere.” She mumbled to herself, walking along. Catch her somewhere in port, goth looking long haired chick with a cross at her neck, looking out of place for the town.
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(b); If you run into her about an hour after she got there, you’d see fire. A blue fire racing over her arms and head. She’s small, a petite woman, dark hair covered in fire, her hands out and glaring at the three guys before her. Two cringing back, and one laughing, saying ‘What are you, girly? We just wanted some fun.’ Which apparently wasn’t the right thing to say. Her fists flexed and fire swelled. She knew she had to control it or she’d really hurt someone.
“Leave me alone.” She growled, stepping forward, hands out. “You should be running...” which made two of the men back up more, one of them laughed and pulled a sword.
Why the hell did she end up in pirate world?
God damn she hated Ghosts and their tricks. She shouldn’t be here.
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(c); [She’s on your ship, part of your crew. Liz isn’t the best with people, so she’s been a bit standoffish and doesn’t know more then a person or two, but she’s a good girl.]
[At the moment she sat on deck, a warm spade radiating around her, a light snow falling everywhere on deck but on her. It melted and evaporated before it hit her. There was a small fire, off and on, in her hand, like she was practicing. Her eyes focused on that more than anything else.]