Post by Blitzfrieg on Oct 9, 2018 4:21:09 GMT -5
Angela didn’t dream. Perhaps she was simply too exhausted even for that. Being a Devil Fruit user had its perks, but it also had some serious drawbacks. Eventually her eyes cracked open to view a beach devoid of the young woman who had accompanied her. A glance showed her that Shandra’s shirt had vanished, which she hoped meant the girl was ok.
“Ok Angie....time to get to work...” With a groan she stood up. If Shandra had gone out, she was likely going to get food or supplies. Something about the girl told Angela she wasn’t the type to abandon another person in need. Fortunately the coals were still hot enough for her to blow some life back into the fire. Using a combination of nearby dead vines and the dryer driftwood further from the waterline she managed to get the fire back to full force.
“Better!” She said with a smile. She wasn’t dry yet....not even close. Which meant she hadn’t been asleep for too long. Her heavy wings were the worst, storing water quite effectively. Unfortunately shaking them out wasn’t a terribly viable options. A quick inspection and attempt to move her injured wing showed her it was still quite sore and painful. However it appeared as though she’d been wrong. What she thought was a pulled muscle was actually a dislocated joint. She could tell by the swelling. “Sheisse....”. She whispered. She was gonna have to take care of that soon. But first she needed to stretch out all the kinks she had developed over the night.
Angela started to stretch, allowing the warm fire to help sooth the soreness in her body. Bit by bit, she addressed each knot and kink, until from head to toe she was relaxed. With one last stretch she extended her hands upward as high as she could, an action that stressed her blouse to its limits. With a loud pair of pops the two top buttons on her blouse shot off into the sand, and Angela was left with a grimace and exposed cleavage. “Sheisse...”. She muttered again. Fortunately she couldnt’ use her cannons, otherwise she might have lost her temper and blasted the buttons out of the sand. Instead Shandra’s voice caught her attention.
“Oh! Mein gut....you have no idea!” Angela was starving. Her own enhanced metabolism probably burned through her last meal sometime during the night. She’d been too distracted to notice, but at the sight of the fruit her stomach began to groul obnoxiously. “I will be with you in a moment love...”. Angela turned away from Shandra and took her left wing in hand. Biting onto her shirt, she gripped either side of the dislocated joint, took a deep breath, and twisted. A loud pop came right before a grunt of pain escaped her clenched teeth. She lost her footing and fell to the sand, where she fell back and just lay there, panting heavily as she tried to recover from re-locating her joint.
”So.....young lady.....find anything....interesting?” She asked with a weak smile. “And are you ok? Nothing bleeding?”
“Ok Angie....time to get to work...” With a groan she stood up. If Shandra had gone out, she was likely going to get food or supplies. Something about the girl told Angela she wasn’t the type to abandon another person in need. Fortunately the coals were still hot enough for her to blow some life back into the fire. Using a combination of nearby dead vines and the dryer driftwood further from the waterline she managed to get the fire back to full force.
“Better!” She said with a smile. She wasn’t dry yet....not even close. Which meant she hadn’t been asleep for too long. Her heavy wings were the worst, storing water quite effectively. Unfortunately shaking them out wasn’t a terribly viable options. A quick inspection and attempt to move her injured wing showed her it was still quite sore and painful. However it appeared as though she’d been wrong. What she thought was a pulled muscle was actually a dislocated joint. She could tell by the swelling. “Sheisse....”. She whispered. She was gonna have to take care of that soon. But first she needed to stretch out all the kinks she had developed over the night.
Angela started to stretch, allowing the warm fire to help sooth the soreness in her body. Bit by bit, she addressed each knot and kink, until from head to toe she was relaxed. With one last stretch she extended her hands upward as high as she could, an action that stressed her blouse to its limits. With a loud pair of pops the two top buttons on her blouse shot off into the sand, and Angela was left with a grimace and exposed cleavage. “Sheisse...”. She muttered again. Fortunately she couldnt’ use her cannons, otherwise she might have lost her temper and blasted the buttons out of the sand. Instead Shandra’s voice caught her attention.
“Oh! Mein gut....you have no idea!” Angela was starving. Her own enhanced metabolism probably burned through her last meal sometime during the night. She’d been too distracted to notice, but at the sight of the fruit her stomach began to groul obnoxiously. “I will be with you in a moment love...”. Angela turned away from Shandra and took her left wing in hand. Biting onto her shirt, she gripped either side of the dislocated joint, took a deep breath, and twisted. A loud pop came right before a grunt of pain escaped her clenched teeth. She lost her footing and fell to the sand, where she fell back and just lay there, panting heavily as she tried to recover from re-locating her joint.
”So.....young lady.....find anything....interesting?” She asked with a weak smile. “And are you ok? Nothing bleeding?”