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towerofanimus2013-01-14 12:39 pm
true_noir) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-14 12:39 pm
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Lo, I am become Death (Open)
Characters: Chloe and You
Setting: Floors 25-26, 32-35 mostly, though she will sometimes wander
Format: Action or Prose
Summary: Chloe is ten years older (27-28), and by now deeply unhinged. She lurks in the shadows and the darkest patches of the islands and the morgue whenever she is able, danger in her eyes.
Warnings: There is always a risk when you see her, especially on floors 32-35, where powers do not work. She's had ten years to hone her skills as an assassin and hunter further and is more than willing to abuse the lack of powers on those islands. Let's keep it PG-13, however. If you want something 18+, PM me and we can talk.
Chloe was almost beyond caring about the cretins trapped in this place. Some of them were souls she had met, had attempted to befriend, but in the end her natural tendencies as a predator had gotten the better of her, and what few friends she had made had mostly fled her. They were not trustworthy. They were not true.
She had survived, monsters untold. There had been death. She vaguely recalled it anymore. It had been an educational experience when it had happened. It had taught her most of all not to trust those who possessed power. In this place, any of them could become monsters at any moment, and several were to begin with. In the end, her principles hadn't mattered. Her mistress hadn't mattered. There was only one thing in this world that was constant.
Death.
Here, in these places, she was the one who could deal it. They could come and treat with her, plead with her sensibilities if they wished. Some even did, though the conversations were rarely long or comfortable. It was futile. The only solution that she ever truly saw was to be worse than the very things she hunted. She could rely upon only herself, at least until the day that her time was finally up.
Setting: Floors 25-26, 32-35 mostly, though she will sometimes wander
Format: Action or Prose
Summary: Chloe is ten years older (27-28), and by now deeply unhinged. She lurks in the shadows and the darkest patches of the islands and the morgue whenever she is able, danger in her eyes.
Warnings: There is always a risk when you see her, especially on floors 32-35, where powers do not work. She's had ten years to hone her skills as an assassin and hunter further and is more than willing to abuse the lack of powers on those islands. Let's keep it PG-13, however. If you want something 18+, PM me and we can talk.
Chloe was almost beyond caring about the cretins trapped in this place. Some of them were souls she had met, had attempted to befriend, but in the end her natural tendencies as a predator had gotten the better of her, and what few friends she had made had mostly fled her. They were not trustworthy. They were not true.
She had survived, monsters untold. There had been death. She vaguely recalled it anymore. It had been an educational experience when it had happened. It had taught her most of all not to trust those who possessed power. In this place, any of them could become monsters at any moment, and several were to begin with. In the end, her principles hadn't mattered. Her mistress hadn't mattered. There was only one thing in this world that was constant.
Death.
Here, in these places, she was the one who could deal it. They could come and treat with her, plead with her sensibilities if they wished. Some even did, though the conversations were rarely long or comfortable. It was futile. The only solution that she ever truly saw was to be worse than the very things she hunted. She could rely upon only herself, at least until the day that her time was finally up.
floating island.. one of them
Kirika may have grown soft over the past years but her dark side remained sharp as the tip of blade. Thanks to some experience, she has controlled her dark self like a switch of a button. Rarely, someone else would switch it under circumstances.
Kirika made her way to one of the islands, her weekly routine. It felt as if she hasn't heard or felt Chloe's presence in a while. With her it was hard to tell if she vanished from the tower or not. As always, she kept some ammunition with her close by. Once she gotten deeper in the forest, she paused her movements. She closed her eyes so only sounds could be heard. She waited knowing the woman would come, like taking bait.
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"You come to me... again...," she whispered, eyes lidded and lips thin, the smile never quite touching her eyes. "Tell me, my friend, to what do I owe this special visit of yours?"
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"Nothing, really. It feels as if I haven't seen you in a while. How you've been?"
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"Concerned... for me? My my... I don't think I've been anywhere near your precious Rolo lately," she said softly. She hadn't, well not at least intentionally, and there'd been no bloodshed.
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"Jealousy is what made the step sisters ugly." She referred to Cinderella. "Really... you should give him a chance."
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She chuckled. "But you are right. We don't have to speak of him. What would you suggest?"
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Kirika shrugged, "last time it was about me. How are you fairing? Or swords play."
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"Perhaps what is oddest is that I no longer feel even our little talks are surreal. They are simply... habit, as will be the conclusion. I am not even sure I am comforted by the sameness of it all."