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down, down by the river
Jan. 21st, 2024 01:30 pmnimblest[In the Underdark, survival is all that matters. Bloody conflicts are all the surface-dwellers know about the lands below. It is what defines their interactions with the races living underground. Nobody pays attention to the reports of desiccated drow. Their deaths may have been gruesome and unusual, even by the Underdark's standards-
(-heads scalped, skin peeled off to reveal bloodied strips of bloody bone to form frightening symbols no one understood, staked to the ground, and even that was not enough, her fingers still twitched-)
-but violence was expected. Violence was daily. Those who didn't know what to look for simply shrugged and went about their way.
Those wiser can smell the stink of Bhaal.
Deep, deep in the twisting and fungal tunnels, a shade watches. She remains still as stone, her blackened gaze following all who come and go. There is someone new who's arrived. Someone who carries the same scent as she does, setting her blood aflame, making her chest ache so badly with the desire to plunge and tear and rip and-
No. She is going to wait. Wait and see. She is going to follow, and she is going to measure the worth of this newcomer.
Perhaps- just perhaps-]
(-heads scalped, skin peeled off to reveal bloodied strips of bloody bone to form frightening symbols no one understood, staked to the ground, and even that was not enough, her fingers still twitched-)
-but violence was expected. Violence was daily. Those who didn't know what to look for simply shrugged and went about their way.
Those wiser can smell the stink of Bhaal.
Deep, deep in the twisting and fungal tunnels, a shade watches. She remains still as stone, her blackened gaze following all who come and go. There is someone new who's arrived. Someone who carries the same scent as she does, setting her blood aflame, making her chest ache so badly with the desire to plunge and tear and rip and-
No. She is going to wait. Wait and see. She is going to follow, and she is going to measure the worth of this newcomer.
Perhaps- just perhaps-]
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[What a beautiful day it is. The weather is great. The sun is shining, regardless of how far away you are from it. You've got steady wi-fi connection, if you're technologically adept with such things. All is peaceful when Leonardo da Vinci walks up to your door and knocks.]
Good afternoon!
[She typically looks composed and put-together - and to be quite frank, she always looks ready to spring upon whatever quick buck she can find - but there's a strained quality to her smile. Her messy hair and hard breathing only compounds her unusually disarrayed state.
She leans in. Though she wears the Mona Lisa's famous smile, there is a serious and almost desperate glint in her eyes.]
You... haven't experienced any 'earthquakes' [cue the double quotes] have you?
TWO | 20 MINS OF PURE INAUDIBLE WHISPERING
[It's late at night. Perhaps you're having trouble falling asleep? Not to worry: da Vinci almost never sleeps if she can help it. In fact, she happens to be passing by with what's certainly her thirtieth cup of coffee when she spots you.]
Oh? Still out and about?
[What a beautiful day it is. The weather is great. The sun is shining, regardless of how far away you are from it. You've got steady wi-fi connection, if you're technologically adept with such things. All is peaceful when Leonardo da Vinci walks up to your door and knocks.]
Good afternoon!
[She typically looks composed and put-together - and to be quite frank, she always looks ready to spring upon whatever quick buck she can find - but there's a strained quality to her smile. Her messy hair and hard breathing only compounds her unusually disarrayed state.
She leans in. Though she wears the Mona Lisa's famous smile, there is a serious and almost desperate glint in her eyes.]
You... haven't experienced any 'earthquakes' [cue the double quotes] have you?
TWO | 20 MINS OF PURE INAUDIBLE WHISPERING
[It's late at night. Perhaps you're having trouble falling asleep? Not to worry: da Vinci almost never sleeps if she can help it. In fact, she happens to be passing by with what's certainly her thirtieth cup of coffee when she spots you.]
Oh? Still out and about?
let them eat cake.
Oct. 15th, 2017 05:25 pmgozen["Death" loses its meaning when you're a Servant. The nature of the Holy Grail War gave no option: you either fought or you died. Reincarnated a second time, most Servants would choose to die fighting, honoring their legends that qualified them a seat at the Throne of Heroes. Yet-- knowing that the wounds sustained would be lost, that there would always be another "tomorrow" for them-- death does not lose its effect. It's one thing to kill an enemy in battle. It's another to see a friend felled.
Minamoto treats it as a mission gone wrong. She gives a brief review to her Master and refrains from expanding upon it. She goes about the usual motions of her day, always keeping a careful eye on Marie's quarters. She wonders -- just how long will Wonderland keep her? Will she be all right? Will her wish be granted?
Or will the Queen of Hearts keep her...?
Regardless of the thoughts swirling in her head, Minamoto watches and waits.]
Minamoto treats it as a mission gone wrong. She gives a brief review to her Master and refrains from expanding upon it. She goes about the usual motions of her day, always keeping a careful eye on Marie's quarters. She wonders -- just how long will Wonderland keep her? Will she be all right? Will her wish be granted?
Or will the Queen of Hearts keep her...?
Regardless of the thoughts swirling in her head, Minamoto watches and waits.]
METRO MASTERPOST.
Jul. 4th, 2017 02:35 amuncontroller
characters so far:
-h. andersen: author, resides in polis
-guy cecil: ranger, resides in polis
-chara: orphan, resides in exhibition
-rei ayanami: ranger, resides in sparta base
murdergame candidates!
Jun. 26th, 2017 01:56 pmflowerbed( frisk | gilgamesh | aynami | murmur )
( choose one. assume a murdergame context/setting for threads )