[ Crimson still doesn't know how to comprehend what she'd seen before she'd been pulled by Zane through the portal that had opened up in their modest family home. Had their parents opened it up for them to escape the chaos that had suddenly erupted? She had no idea in the least!
But, now they were here... The weird way of traveling had been odd, color and light completely out of control, her ears ringing and she wondered if something had gone wrong with their powers? She was sure that hadn't been the two of them.
But spent out on the beach, wreckage all around, snow on trees not too far away and a distance city that's skyline looked utterly unfamiliar to her greeted her disoriented mind. ]
Zane? Zane where are you?
[ There's no panic, because nothing feels wrong, he must be okay and he must be here somewhere.The portal must have just split them up. ]
( The Winter Festival )
[ There is a lot about this world that is unsettling to Crimson. There's certainly a wide mix of universes and cultures that are represented and more than a few feel familiar that she's not all that prone to getting home sick -- more family sick. She's lucky to have her twin here, of course, but as she walks through the festival taking advantage of all sorts of treats and dressed in an outfit that's almost like a Christmas colored themed Kimono. Her hair is long braids down her back with two knots on the front sides of her head.
She's currently sipping some semblance of eggnog and wistfully remembering begging her parents to let her and Zane put brandy in their egg nog last Christmas.
Were they even alive? Well, being here is probably the best place to fight for that if everything they're being told is true.
You might find her there, looking forlorn or she might come up to and say hi. Crimson is always more than happy to make a new friend or deepen an acquaintence. ]
( Synchr )
synchr
Crimson Freeman ▐ 19
Where was now the flowing lyric? The sudden flush of creative spirit? Was my job not to probe inside, to find meaning in the crimson sky?
Would this not just fade to black, If man did not pick up the slack, if pen on paper did not write, preserving the moments before night?
It must fall upon our fragile minds, to give a weight of truth to time, but from now until that final gasp, I know I’m not up to the task.
✓
✕
YES
NO
( Wildcard )
[ Open to anything else you want to throw at me! Crimson's powers are based around color and light creation and absortion. Other basic info is on her journal! ]
Crimson Freeman ( Original - OTA )
( Crash Landing )
[ Crimson still doesn't know how to comprehend what she'd seen before she'd been pulled by Zane through the portal that had opened up in their modest family home. Had their parents opened it up for them to escape the chaos that had suddenly erupted? She had no idea in the least!
But, now they were here... The weird way of traveling had been odd, color and light completely out of control, her ears ringing and she wondered if something had gone wrong with their powers? She was sure that hadn't been the two of them.
But spent out on the beach, wreckage all around, snow on trees not too far away and a distance city that's skyline looked utterly unfamiliar to her greeted her disoriented mind. ]
Zane? Zane where are you?
[ There's no panic, because nothing feels wrong, he must be okay and he must be here somewhere.The portal must have just split them up. ]
( The Winter Festival )
[ There is a lot about this world that is unsettling to Crimson. There's certainly a wide mix of universes and cultures that are represented and more than a few feel familiar that she's not all that prone to getting home sick -- more family sick. She's lucky to have her twin here, of course, but as she walks through the festival taking advantage of all sorts of treats and dressed in an outfit that's almost like a Christmas colored themed Kimono. Her hair is long braids down her back with two knots on the front sides of her head.
She's currently sipping some semblance of eggnog and wistfully remembering begging her parents to let her and Zane put brandy in their egg nog last Christmas.
Were they even alive? Well, being here is probably the best place to fight for that if everything they're being told is true.
You might find her there, looking forlorn or she might come up to and say hi. Crimson is always more than happy to make a new friend or deepen an acquaintence. ]
( Synchr )
Where was now the flowing lyric?
The sudden flush of creative spirit?
Was my job not to probe inside,
to find meaning in the crimson sky?
Would this not just fade to black,
If man did not pick up the slack,
if pen on paper did not write,
preserving the moments before night?
It must fall upon our fragile minds,
to give a weight of truth to time,
but from now until that final gasp,
I know I’m not up to the task.
( Wildcard )
[ Open to anything else you want to throw at me! Crimson's powers are based around color and light creation and absortion. Other basic info is on her journal! ]