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mayfield_rpg2012-01-19 09:46 am
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First Saga
[To say that Excel was adaptive would be an understatement. Not only is she quite accustomed to being thrown in prison by the Immigration Bureau, she has spent the past few weeks living out in the streets. Hell, she even managed to build her own makeshift house and eat off of plants growing on the ground, pigeons, and the contaminated fish swimming in the dirty city rivers. Roughing it is not at all a big deal for a girl like her.
To find herself suddenly awake in a house, however, is. She wakes up with or without the help of the alarms and looks around with eyes covered by still heavy eyelids. Everything around her seems much... nicer. Far more, well... bourgeois than what she is already accustomed to. She looks down at her left and sees a... man? Woman? Possibly a man.
... Why the hell is there even a man next to her?
Sparing no time at all, Excel raises her foot and kicks the man out of the bed before attempting to pin him down.]
Thought you could get away with it, didja!? You find some girl out in the streets, drug her, take her back to your house, and think everything is still peaches and cream!? No! No! Bad boy! But I bet you wouldn't have thought that this girl you kidnapped is a master of fifty different killing techniques!
My entire body is a hardened weapon to be used as willed by Lord Il Palazzo in his grand quest, not by some lonely, bourgeois... ... shemale?
[Action: 1767 Beaver]
[Forget that shemale. Kidnapper or not, she's going to take advantage of this as much as possible. It's not like she's footing the bill on anything anyway. Downstairs, Excel is pulling out just about everything from inside the fridge from the meat to the vegetables to the... glass of milk. With some bread, she can make this into quite the sandwich. After frying up the meat, she grabs the two slices of bread, puts them together, she starts scarfing it down as she stands.]
... Ohh.
I haven't had a decent square meal in weeks. But with this sandwich, this alone, I believe I may fight for yet another hundred years! ... eh, still hungry.
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SPIDERS! HORRIBLE ARANEIDE INVADERS DOWN MY THROAT! WHAT THE BULL IS IN THIS MILK!? HAS SCIENCE BRED A HORRIBLE COMBINATION OF A COW AND ARACHNID!? A COWRACHNID!?
THROAT, ITCHING, BURNING! SPIDER MILK!
To find herself suddenly awake in a house, however, is. She wakes up with or without the help of the alarms and looks around with eyes covered by still heavy eyelids. Everything around her seems much... nicer. Far more, well... bourgeois than what she is already accustomed to. She looks down at her left and sees a... man? Woman? Possibly a man.
... Why the hell is there even a man next to her?
Sparing no time at all, Excel raises her foot and kicks the man out of the bed before attempting to pin him down.]
Thought you could get away with it, didja!? You find some girl out in the streets, drug her, take her back to your house, and think everything is still peaches and cream!? No! No! Bad boy! But I bet you wouldn't have thought that this girl you kidnapped is a master of fifty different killing techniques!
My entire body is a hardened weapon to be used as willed by Lord Il Palazzo in his grand quest, not by some lonely, bourgeois... ... shemale?
[Action: 1767 Beaver]
[Forget that shemale. Kidnapper or not, she's going to take advantage of this as much as possible. It's not like she's footing the bill on anything anyway. Downstairs, Excel is pulling out just about everything from inside the fridge from the meat to the vegetables to the... glass of milk. With some bread, she can make this into quite the sandwich. After frying up the meat, she grabs the two slices of bread, puts them together, she starts scarfing it down as she stands.]
... Ohh.
I haven't had a decent square meal in weeks. But with this sandwich, this alone, I believe I may fight for yet another hundred years! ... eh, still hungry.
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SPIDERS! HORRIBLE ARANEIDE INVADERS DOWN MY THROAT! WHAT THE BULL IS IN THIS MILK!? HAS SCIENCE BRED A HORRIBLE COMBINATION OF A COW AND ARACHNID!? A COWRACHNID!?
THROAT, ITCHING, BURNING! SPIDER MILK!
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You think you could tell me the brand your drinking? Think I'd like to avoid that.
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[Sad thing is that she's right...]
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[He doesn't necessarily believe Excel, but at the same time? He's seen and heard of weirder. And he sure as hell isn't going to experiment.]
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You shouldn't drink the milk delivered by the milkman, only the one from the store. Spiders is one of the more mild additives.
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... mild? No kidding. What else coulda happened?
lol
First of all, there aren't any warning labels because the milkman likes to see people in pain.
Second of all, you could have died instantly from drinking the milk, could have swallowed razor blades, or even be hallucinating. Every so often, some of the dairy milk is clean, but it's not worth the risk of drinking it.
[phone] S-SO LET'S PRETEND NOTHING HAPPENED.
I can dig it!
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I thought I dialed the emergency number.
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What is wrong with you?! I'm not the one who brought you here; get off me!
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Yeah, yeah, like I'm supposed to believe that from the guy I caught sleeping right next to me. Care to come up with a better excuse? Or how 'bout buying a vowel?
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[Delayed reaction, a bit. Not that Dist has given up struggling, though; futile or not, he's writhing on the floor as best he can. Given her strength, that's not much.]
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The androgyny doesn't help, y'know.
[Struggle all you'd like, but until she can determine whether you're not a threat or that you won't run off, she'll keep you pinned down.]
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And give them mercy by depriving them of their burning, makeshift, spider hell? I think not! 'Sides, I hear there's a lot of protein in spiders. They may have won the battle against my throat, but their nutrients just go right back to me.
They're only making me stronger! Those (blood) suckers.
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