Re: The Wretched Rite - Round One - The Rose Ring
07-31-2011, 09:04 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
Vera strode down the middle of the street towards the smoke she had deemed a marker from fate. Perhaps others in this situation would have been more wary, sticking to the side-streets or dodging down alleyways in an effort not to draw attention to themselves. Vera felt no need for such stealthy tactics; she was filled with an unflappable confidence that can only stem from knowing no matter what course of action you take you will inevitably be the victor.
On the way to her destination she spotted a woman walking unsteadily down the street, she was clothed in tattered rags and with some kind of vegetation growing from her back. She seemed dimly familiar from the commencement of the battle; though Vera could not be sure. She had been pretty out of it with the ill-fate of the Unborn overwhelming everything in that realm.
Vera could not imagine that this decrepit woman would be able to put up much of a fight. She momentarily considered pulling her pistol and putting an immediate end to this first competitor, but this was an idle thought, one that even she did not believe she would realize. Vera aimed to savour this competition; savour what fate had in store for her. To this end she pulled from its sheath her razorwhip, wound it around her palm and marched towards Olivia, the woman who was to be her first conquest in this battle.
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The words of the creature spilled forth like the river it claimed to be. It did not appear to pause for thought or consideration and by the end of its tirade Alice’s face was etched into a scowl, her arms folded, her eyebrows furrowed. For all the many things it had said it had not said anything profoundly helpful, and Alice’s mind could not help but fixate on the fact that it believed that this was where she lived; here in a mental hospital. Where the hell did strange monster creatures get off telling her she belonged in a place like this? Alluvion gazed at her with a rapt fascination, almost studying her, attempting to figure out just what she might do next.
“Get out of my way!” she yelled, marching up to the river spirit. “I don’t want any part of this hellhole!” And with that she stormed past the bemused river spirit. She headed straight for the double doors and out into the courtyard, where she stopped to catch her breath.
Out here in the fresh air, and no longer in a madhouse she felt a little better, though the thought that nothing had really been solved nagged at her. She was still lost and far from what passed for her home with little to no concept of what had brought her here. Plus there was the issue of those sleeping people, but she supposed if she had an answer to where she was and why she might be convinced to let sleeping phoenices lie. They were none of her damn business anyway.
Vera strode down the middle of the street towards the smoke she had deemed a marker from fate. Perhaps others in this situation would have been more wary, sticking to the side-streets or dodging down alleyways in an effort not to draw attention to themselves. Vera felt no need for such stealthy tactics; she was filled with an unflappable confidence that can only stem from knowing no matter what course of action you take you will inevitably be the victor.
On the way to her destination she spotted a woman walking unsteadily down the street, she was clothed in tattered rags and with some kind of vegetation growing from her back. She seemed dimly familiar from the commencement of the battle; though Vera could not be sure. She had been pretty out of it with the ill-fate of the Unborn overwhelming everything in that realm.
Vera could not imagine that this decrepit woman would be able to put up much of a fight. She momentarily considered pulling her pistol and putting an immediate end to this first competitor, but this was an idle thought, one that even she did not believe she would realize. Vera aimed to savour this competition; savour what fate had in store for her. To this end she pulled from its sheath her razorwhip, wound it around her palm and marched towards Olivia, the woman who was to be her first conquest in this battle.
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The words of the creature spilled forth like the river it claimed to be. It did not appear to pause for thought or consideration and by the end of its tirade Alice’s face was etched into a scowl, her arms folded, her eyebrows furrowed. For all the many things it had said it had not said anything profoundly helpful, and Alice’s mind could not help but fixate on the fact that it believed that this was where she lived; here in a mental hospital. Where the hell did strange monster creatures get off telling her she belonged in a place like this? Alluvion gazed at her with a rapt fascination, almost studying her, attempting to figure out just what she might do next.
“Get out of my way!” she yelled, marching up to the river spirit. “I don’t want any part of this hellhole!” And with that she stormed past the bemused river spirit. She headed straight for the double doors and out into the courtyard, where she stopped to catch her breath.
Out here in the fresh air, and no longer in a madhouse she felt a little better, though the thought that nothing had really been solved nagged at her. She was still lost and far from what passed for her home with little to no concept of what had brought her here. Plus there was the issue of those sleeping people, but she supposed if she had an answer to where she was and why she might be convinced to let sleeping phoenices lie. They were none of her damn business anyway.
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