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mayfield_rpg2012-03-04 02:35 pm
sinistralofdeath) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-03-04 02:35 pm
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#3: Confections and Reversion.
[A: Action / 459 Stone Street]
[It was like any other normal Sunday for Erim. She awoke, made her drone children a meager breakfast of cornflakes and milk, and rolled her eyes once more at their seemingly earnest praise of her pouring skills. Going upstairs, she changes into her normal attire and heads back downstairs, ready for another walk about town.]
[Today, however, is different. A plate of chocolate cookies lay on the kitchen table. The silver haired woman regards them dubiously for a second, but decides to make herself some tea and perhaps read a novel. Traveling can be exciting, yes, but a break once in a while does not hurt anyone, does it?]
[The tea is done, and Erim slowly begins to munch on one of the treats. It is soon gone and she eats another, and then another.]
[And suddenly she is left wondering why she is here.]
This house… a human house. Disgusting. Why am I here? A place such as this is of zero consequence to I, the Goddess of Death!
[Tossing the book aside and letting the tea cup fall from where her hand holds it—which happens to be midair—the goddess kicks off her black heels and attempts to rip her pantyhose. When that proves fruitless, she grabs a knife and cuts them off; the mangled shreds fall from her.]
((OoC: Anyone Erim has invited over can drop on by, and of course the residents of this home are quite welcome to respond.))
***
[B: Action / John Doe Park]
[A barefoot woman with silver hair approaches with a stern look on her face.]
You. I cannot sense your energy waves as this place has rendered me powerless. Tell me, are you mortal?
[After all, a goddess isn’t a goddess unless she has people to worship her. Of course, other higher beings will be regarded instantly as allies.]
[It was like any other normal Sunday for Erim. She awoke, made her drone children a meager breakfast of cornflakes and milk, and rolled her eyes once more at their seemingly earnest praise of her pouring skills. Going upstairs, she changes into her normal attire and heads back downstairs, ready for another walk about town.]
[Today, however, is different. A plate of chocolate cookies lay on the kitchen table. The silver haired woman regards them dubiously for a second, but decides to make herself some tea and perhaps read a novel. Traveling can be exciting, yes, but a break once in a while does not hurt anyone, does it?]
[The tea is done, and Erim slowly begins to munch on one of the treats. It is soon gone and she eats another, and then another.]
[And suddenly she is left wondering why she is here.]
This house… a human house. Disgusting. Why am I here? A place such as this is of zero consequence to I, the Goddess of Death!
[Tossing the book aside and letting the tea cup fall from where her hand holds it—which happens to be midair—the goddess kicks off her black heels and attempts to rip her pantyhose. When that proves fruitless, she grabs a knife and cuts them off; the mangled shreds fall from her.]
((OoC: Anyone Erim has invited over can drop on by, and of course the residents of this home are quite welcome to respond.))
***
[B: Action / John Doe Park]
[A barefoot woman with silver hair approaches with a stern look on her face.]
You. I cannot sense your energy waves as this place has rendered me powerless. Tell me, are you mortal?
[After all, a goddess isn’t a goddess unless she has people to worship her. Of course, other higher beings will be regarded instantly as allies.]