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pullmeoutalive2012-10-01 09:30 pm
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RO > call me out; a forever open RP post
CALL ME OUT a forever open rp post full muselist here. comment with the name of the character you want in the subject line. create a scenario or not. whatevs. let the tagging commence! |
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[Grumbling deep in her chest she rubs her face, feeling a little embarrassed by her overreaction before she gives him a tiny glare.]
No, I don't think you had. Care to enlighten me?
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It's been quite a while for me- a year at least- since I came back from the town.
In that time, I helped take down a goddess at the behest of her brother. Tragedy, the goddess in question, had not only sealed away her sister, Mercy, to keep her from interfering, but she would travel the land, razing entire villages to the ground. The residents of which all went missing, never heard from again. It'd been popular opinion for years that they were simply dead.
[ A beat ] My home was destroyed by her, some six years ago.
But the god of death, and Mercy and Tragedy's brother, Gatekeeper realized that the people that Tragedy claimed no longer stepped through his Gate. Tragedy was keeping their souls, putting them in construct bodies of steel-coated bone. She was creating an army.
Long story short, a few others and myself set out to confront Tragedy and free Mercy at Gatekeeper's request. Mercy was freed, a friend of mine became a god, my First Mate met his lovely bride-to-be, and Gatekeeper approached me with an ultimatum- I could step through his Gate at that moment, and be reunited with the loved ones I had lost, or I could help him track down the remains of Tragedy's scattered forces and put their souls to rest.
My loved ones would be waiting for me, and there was no need to waste the years I had left, so I offered my help. Gatekeeper has an annoying sense of humor, because he gave me the ability to sense the lost souls I'm seeking, via a mark on my shoulder, which acts as a sort of compass. It hurts initially, either to make sure I'm paying attention or to make sure I don't shirk my duties. Either way it's obnoxious, and I'm still not used to it.
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[She does find herself a perch, cocking her head at him as her ears angle towards him, giving Ian her undivided attention.
As his story goes on, her lips twist in either disbelief or an attempt to stifle her own comments, her ears flicking back at times before they tilt forward again.]
Well, it could be worse, I guess? Losing everyone, though? That's harsh. Did you ever find out why she was building this golem army, though?
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[She huffs, her ears folding back.]
Still, though...I'm sorry.
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[She huffs, leaning over to buff her cheek against his shoulder.]
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... You know, you're part of the reason I stayed.
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Until he surprises a huff out of her.]
What? What do you mean?
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And now here you are.
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[She huffs, her tail waving as her gaze falls to the deck.]
So many years swearing I'm not crazy, then getting trapped in another town full of people who were practically lifted straight from books? I didn't tell anyone about it, I didn't dare. You and some of the others...you were the only ones who'd heard what happened and hadn't immediately told me it was impossible, or that I was crazy. I needed that, I needed it desperately. I'm glad to be here, I missed you.
I'm really, really glad I could come with you.
I'm alive I swear
I guess that goes to show that good things can come out of even the most terrible of circumstances.
It's okay, I got kidnapped by family for a weekend, durp
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True, I shouldn't tempt them too much. After being brought back to life so many times, I guess death would be one of the least of my worries at this point.