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thebastion2014-05-21 01:11 pm
fullofthorns) wrote in thebastion2014-05-21 01:11 pm
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[Day 190 | Open] Smells like a Roze.
Who: Roze and the WORLD.
Open: Open
When: Day 190
Where: Around the Bastion.
What: She survived the Skyway and "snuck into" the Bastion. Now she's doing some recon!
Format: Prose or action, I'll match whatever you prefer.
Warnings: Language. Probably flirting. She may put hands on butts.
She vaguely recalled telling Ed that mixing magic from entirely different eras, species and schools wasn't a very good idea. She also remembered giving in and teaching him some of her great grandmother's favorite combat spells. After that, waking up on a shattered landscape full of ruins, ash statues and weird monsters wasn't all that unexpected. A little jarring maybe but she liked to consider herself fairly well-adjusted. She'd come up against quite a few crisis situations, no-win scenarios and even had to find her way out of Hell once upon accidentally falling through a gate meant for recently deceased on a fast track. Fortunately Enma was a reasonable and unusually nice guy.
Still, she wasn't getting anything out of the creatures in the Skyway - talking to sentient creatures with familiar languages was one thing - and she couldn't make heads or tails of the land so heading for the bright light in the distance seemed entirely logical. Once she made it inside and found a thriving little community, she started getting suspicious.
What was going on? Who was in charge? Where was she? Were they friendly?
While Roze might have normally chosen to blend in with humans in a human form, all her sneaking around proved that there was more than just mortal men. She could smell at least one kitsune, sense a shikigami or two and if she wasn't tricking herself, that was most definitely a huge ass friggin' dragon out there. Plus little dragons all over the place, some little girl, and weird, cute critters that reminded her of something out of a kid's video game.
What the ever-living fuck, man?
Prowling around in her natural form was risky, but at least she could blend in better with shadows and underbrush, as well as glide silently from building to building. Naturally, stealth was never her forte. Massive claws still clicked across roof tiles and sometimes her tail didn't slither along behind her quite fast enough. sooner or later someone had to know they were being watched. Someone had to see something out of the corner of their eye: a flash of burgundy scales, a flutter of pink feathers or fur, the glow of green eyes from the shadows.
She was trying to be sneaky, but really, she might as well have been humming the Mission Impossible theme and rolling on the ground between alleys.
If anyone didn't notice her, she eventually snuck up on her unsuspecting prey, slithered her serpentine tail around their neck and mouths and yanked them into the shadows, silent as could be to hiss in their ears her minute demands even as they were enveloped by the scent of whatever smell they had always enjoyed the most: mother's perfume, a warm fire, cotton candy, fresh lavender, bacon...
"Don't scream. Don't move. You tell me who the hell you are, where the hell this is and what the hell is going on...and I might not...uh...eat you. Or...your first born or something. Whichever you think is worse."
Open: Open
When: Day 190
Where: Around the Bastion.
What: She survived the Skyway and "snuck into" the Bastion. Now she's doing some recon!
Format: Prose or action, I'll match whatever you prefer.
Warnings: Language. Probably flirting. She may put hands on butts.
She vaguely recalled telling Ed that mixing magic from entirely different eras, species and schools wasn't a very good idea. She also remembered giving in and teaching him some of her great grandmother's favorite combat spells. After that, waking up on a shattered landscape full of ruins, ash statues and weird monsters wasn't all that unexpected. A little jarring maybe but she liked to consider herself fairly well-adjusted. She'd come up against quite a few crisis situations, no-win scenarios and even had to find her way out of Hell once upon accidentally falling through a gate meant for recently deceased on a fast track. Fortunately Enma was a reasonable and unusually nice guy.
Still, she wasn't getting anything out of the creatures in the Skyway - talking to sentient creatures with familiar languages was one thing - and she couldn't make heads or tails of the land so heading for the bright light in the distance seemed entirely logical. Once she made it inside and found a thriving little community, she started getting suspicious.
What was going on? Who was in charge? Where was she? Were they friendly?
While Roze might have normally chosen to blend in with humans in a human form, all her sneaking around proved that there was more than just mortal men. She could smell at least one kitsune, sense a shikigami or two and if she wasn't tricking herself, that was most definitely a huge ass friggin' dragon out there. Plus little dragons all over the place, some little girl, and weird, cute critters that reminded her of something out of a kid's video game.
What the ever-living fuck, man?
Prowling around in her natural form was risky, but at least she could blend in better with shadows and underbrush, as well as glide silently from building to building. Naturally, stealth was never her forte. Massive claws still clicked across roof tiles and sometimes her tail didn't slither along behind her quite fast enough. sooner or later someone had to know they were being watched. Someone had to see something out of the corner of their eye: a flash of burgundy scales, a flutter of pink feathers or fur, the glow of green eyes from the shadows.
She was trying to be sneaky, but really, she might as well have been humming the Mission Impossible theme and rolling on the ground between alleys.
If anyone didn't notice her, she eventually snuck up on her unsuspecting prey, slithered her serpentine tail around their neck and mouths and yanked them into the shadows, silent as could be to hiss in their ears her minute demands even as they were enveloped by the scent of whatever smell they had always enjoyed the most: mother's perfume, a warm fire, cotton candy, fresh lavender, bacon...
"Don't scream. Don't move. You tell me who the hell you are, where the hell this is and what the hell is going on...and I might not...uh...eat you. Or...your first born or something. Whichever you think is worse."
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"Wow. Huh, guess there's gonna be an adjustment period after all."
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"Its not my fault, I don't have to worry about the one person that really really mattered and as far as my parents go..." Another shrug.
"I might be upset later.It might not have hit me. We were kinda on the rocks anyways. Still, I mean...I didn't really know a lot of people personally, so nothin' and no one to lose, right? Probably for the best."
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"I try to keep things practical for the sake of simplicity. There's no point in looking at things from a perspective I can't maintain all the time. If I just take shit as it comes and deal with it right then, I'm usually able to prepare for and cope with anything. Suits me fine. Might come off as a little too casual for some people, but at least I sleep well at night."
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Rolling her eyes and waving a hand, Roze dismissed the subject entirely.
"Forget it, not even worth remembering. New place, new life, time to make new memories. Practical. I'm gonna go look around some more but I mean it about grabbin' a drink. And probably something to eat, I'm gonna be parched and starved before too long and I eat like a pack of wolves."
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"Give me a holler too, if you like. Shouting Roze in a place like this, I'm bound to hear it. Tiny ass parcel of land. Anyways, tata for now, babe. See you later, yeah?" Roze stated, winking playfully and tilting her head to gauge the distance between the ground and the nearest roof.