Patronus, Form of a Lionness // [Circe v. Reaper]
Jul 10, 2015 17:25:54 GMT -5
Post by admin kay on Jul 10, 2015 17:25:54 GMT -5
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lyon
She had spent a small eternity fighting herself, and had the green and purple bruises to prove it. Their strange twin dance echoed all around her. When she cut through the mist with her elbow, she expected it to connect with another. But there was no longer anyone to match her; had there ever really been, since Jaime's death? Her mirror had been but a mechanical puppet with strings abruptly severed. She did not think the marionette's absence a good thing. Circe left the carriage car behind, her duct tape finger tips dancing over the hilts of her many knives. She marched through a dining car and rotting nursery to a windowless storage car that smelled vaguely of flapping turkeys. The mist clung to each movement, barely allowing her much space to breathe.
All at once, the fog turned the color of ash as night swept suddenly over the train.
She shivered violently, plucking knives free. "If I know you, speak," she demanded of the darkness.
But there is only one language death knows.
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lyon
circe
district two female
She had spent a small eternity fighting herself, and had the green and purple bruises to prove it. Their strange twin dance echoed all around her. When she cut through the mist with her elbow, she expected it to connect with another. But there was no longer anyone to match her; had there ever really been, since Jaime's death? Her mirror had been but a mechanical puppet with strings abruptly severed. She did not think the marionette's absence a good thing. Circe left the carriage car behind, her duct tape finger tips dancing over the hilts of her many knives. She marched through a dining car and rotting nursery to a windowless storage car that smelled vaguely of flapping turkeys. The mist clung to each movement, barely allowing her much space to breathe.
All at once, the fog turned the color of ash as night swept suddenly over the train.
She shivered violently, plucking knives free. "If I know you, speak," she demanded of the darkness.
But there is only one language death knows.
OOC Notes
be good to me, 2s
be good to me, 2s
[Circe attempts to flee the Reaper]
Grim Reapers, First Encounter
1 Captured 8 damage
2 Escape 0 damage
S4iaYbOg1-2
[+8; captured; poisoned?]
Grim Reapers, First Encounter
1 Captured 8 damage
2 Escape 0 damage
S4iaYbOg1-2
[+8; captured; poisoned?]
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