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mayfield_rpg2012-02-13 02:23 am
sinistralofdeath) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-13 02:23 am
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#1: The Beginning.
((Action / 459 Stone Street))
[The last thing Erim had known was the soft embrace of what she is a mistress of: death. Doom Island’s crash landing onto the Republic of Parcelyte was prevented due to the honorable acts of the legendary hero and his wife.]
[Now that she wakes, the silver haired goddess had expected another reincarnation at the hands of Lord Arek the Absolute, but instead finds herself in bed in someone’s home in a frilly white nightgown. Her hair is down, hairpins and ribbon being gone.]
[Half-lidded eyes fly open as she sits bolt upright in bed, hair flying behind her.]
Lord Daos? Amon?
[Nothing. Frantically, she looks in all directions, trying to get some bearing of this… place. While unreliable, Erim decides to call on the weakest of the tetrad.]
Gades, I summon you; respond.
[Fiesty though he may be, he never fails to respond to the his superior’s calls. As a last resort, Erim tries to sense their energy waves… and is shocked when she finds not only can she not sense theirs, but those of any others, mortal or immortal.]
[It is only when she cannot sense her own does she realize every bit of power has been drained from her—no, eliminated.]
((Action / Around Mayfield / Open to Residents))
[At least her wardrobe still suits her: black pantyhose, a knee-length black dress matching the fashion she sees other ladies wearing around this town, and a long, heavy gray coat to suit the weather. Though not her personal ones, she had also found hairpins on the nightstand in her room and fixed it up in the style she is so familiar with.]
[Erim is powerless—a goddess no more. She may as well be Iris again… but the Ankh of Runa is nowhere to be found, so she can’t even rely on its powers. Feeling extremely guarded, the now mere woman with argent locks had left the house hoping to get some sense of this new village, this Mayfield. Uniform houses, oddly hollow people.]
It is all so eerie… This place, just what is it?
[She does not even realize she speaks aloud until the words leave her mouth.]
[The last thing Erim had known was the soft embrace of what she is a mistress of: death. Doom Island’s crash landing onto the Republic of Parcelyte was prevented due to the honorable acts of the legendary hero and his wife.]
[Now that she wakes, the silver haired goddess had expected another reincarnation at the hands of Lord Arek the Absolute, but instead finds herself in bed in someone’s home in a frilly white nightgown. Her hair is down, hairpins and ribbon being gone.]
[Half-lidded eyes fly open as she sits bolt upright in bed, hair flying behind her.]
Lord Daos? Amon?
[Nothing. Frantically, she looks in all directions, trying to get some bearing of this… place. While unreliable, Erim decides to call on the weakest of the tetrad.]
Gades, I summon you; respond.
[Fiesty though he may be, he never fails to respond to the his superior’s calls. As a last resort, Erim tries to sense their energy waves… and is shocked when she finds not only can she not sense theirs, but those of any others, mortal or immortal.]
[It is only when she cannot sense her own does she realize every bit of power has been drained from her—no, eliminated.]
((Action / Around Mayfield / Open to Residents))
[At least her wardrobe still suits her: black pantyhose, a knee-length black dress matching the fashion she sees other ladies wearing around this town, and a long, heavy gray coat to suit the weather. Though not her personal ones, she had also found hairpins on the nightstand in her room and fixed it up in the style she is so familiar with.]
[Erim is powerless—a goddess no more. She may as well be Iris again… but the Ankh of Runa is nowhere to be found, so she can’t even rely on its powers. Feeling extremely guarded, the now mere woman with argent locks had left the house hoping to get some sense of this new village, this Mayfield. Uniform houses, oddly hollow people.]
It is all so eerie… This place, just what is it?
[She does not even realize she speaks aloud until the words leave her mouth.]
no subject
…Unforgivable. Why them? They’re— [Erim does not finish her thought and instead buries her concern by shaking her head.]
Adults, yes. I could understand. But the youth… Why?