[ever since they landed on solid ground amaimon has felt unsettled. like an itch he can't reach or a buzzing along his spine that he can't chase away it sets him on edge. being on earth (or some kind of variation of it) helps - the smell of crushed moss and tree bark mixed with damp earth, the familiar weight of rock and crust under his feet bring down his tension, but it isn't enough.
he doesn't bother to interact with any of the camps and only wanders close enough to take an entire roast chicken (or some kind of bird) for himself, uncaring of any voiced complaints. anyone in tune with their instincts well enough make to stay out of his way as he chomps down on meat and bone. he walks out just past the tree line and starts to pace, casting glances into the darkness and then up towards the sky, unable to keep still for longer than a few minutes.]
[b - we got cows ]
[amaimon has never been in the business of 'helping' others. he's not really in the business of anything except minding his own, but things have changed just enough that he might have to reconsider his choices.
the torrential rains combined with hurricane-strength winds have torn at the roots of some of the larger and more top-heavy trees. amaimon is used to horrible weather, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it. already he has had to move himself out of the way of more than a few falling branches and tree trunks, their washed up roots snapping up out of the mud like weakened rubber bands just barely holding onto the drowning earth.
he's watching one tree, larger than most of the others around it, start to fall forward. its groans echo under the sound of pelting rain and winds and he doesn't doubt it won't take a fair amount of other trees down with it when it falls.
until he spots someone just under its shadow, possibly stuck in the mud or between rocks or by fear itself. he doesn't move at first, battling with himself on what he should do when he hears one of the larger roots snap as loudly as a lightning bolt and suddenly the entire tree is falling.
before he can even think twice he's already running towards it.]
[ c - let's play a memory game ]
[shit's been really hectic lately so amaimon is taking a nap up against one of the trees, nestled between two large roots. arms crossed over his chest with his legs splayed out over some of the roots his head lolls to the side as he dozes away.]
[ooc: if u want a memory specify if you would like chaotic or kinda-cute / alt: if u wanna give amaimon a memory hmu over on plurk]
Amaimon | Blue Exorcist
[ever since they landed on solid ground amaimon has felt unsettled. like an itch he can't reach or a buzzing along his spine that he can't chase away it sets him on edge. being on earth (or some kind of variation of it) helps - the smell of crushed moss and tree bark mixed with damp earth, the familiar weight of rock and crust under his feet bring down his tension, but it isn't enough.
he doesn't bother to interact with any of the camps and only wanders close enough to take an entire roast chicken (or some kind of bird) for himself, uncaring of any voiced complaints. anyone in tune with their instincts well enough make to stay out of his way as he chomps down on meat and bone. he walks out just past the tree line and starts to pace, casting glances into the darkness and then up towards the sky, unable to keep still for longer than a few minutes.]
[b - we got cows ]
[amaimon has never been in the business of 'helping' others. he's not really in the business of anything except minding his own, but things have changed just enough that he might have to reconsider his choices.
the torrential rains combined with hurricane-strength winds have torn at the roots of some of the larger and more top-heavy trees. amaimon is used to horrible weather, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it. already he has had to move himself out of the way of more than a few falling branches and tree trunks, their washed up roots snapping up out of the mud like weakened rubber bands just barely holding onto the drowning earth.
he's watching one tree, larger than most of the others around it, start to fall forward. its groans echo under the sound of pelting rain and winds and he doesn't doubt it won't take a fair amount of other trees down with it when it falls.
until he spots someone just under its shadow, possibly stuck in the mud or between rocks or by fear itself. he doesn't move at first, battling with himself on what he should do when he hears one of the larger roots snap as loudly as a lightning bolt and suddenly the entire tree is falling.
before he can even think twice he's already running towards it.]
[ c - let's play a memory game ]
[shit's been really hectic lately so amaimon is taking a nap up against one of the trees, nestled between two large roots. arms crossed over his chest with his legs splayed out over some of the roots his head lolls to the side as he dozes away.]
[ooc: if u want a memory specify if you would like chaotic or kinda-cute / alt: if u wanna give amaimon a memory hmu over on plurk]
[ d - wildcard ]
[just what it says on the tin]