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towerofanimus2013-03-14 05:51 pm
fiesta_de_los_muertos) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-14 05:51 pm
I will be your Deadman~
Characters: Aradia and you!
Setting: Anywhere in the tower
Format: Starting with brackets, but will match
Summary: Aradia discovers her Branch of Sin and is concerned
Warnings: Blood, eventual death
[A few days ago she came across a bright, red crystal while exploring the tower. She had tried to pick it up but it was embedded in the wall. She did however manage to cut herself on the sharp edge. The cut had healed fairly quickly so she thought nothing special of it at the time.
Getting small cuts on her hands and lower arms are pretty normal for an adventurer like Aradia, what isn't normal is the way her blood is acting. It seems thicker than usual, seeping out of the wounds in strands more than streams.
She isn't alarmed immediately, a little blood isn't much cause for concern, but than she notices she has a certain amount of control over her blood. She can stretch the strands out, feeling the tug of it on her veins in a sickly manner. She experimentally waves her arm about, the blood trailing behind it like her old whip.
Well, that can't be good.
She sets of in the direction of the infirmary, bloodwhip still hanging from the palm of her hand as she can't seem to retract it.]
Setting: Anywhere in the tower
Format: Starting with brackets, but will match
Summary: Aradia discovers her Branch of Sin and is concerned
Warnings: Blood, eventual death
[A few days ago she came across a bright, red crystal while exploring the tower. She had tried to pick it up but it was embedded in the wall. She did however manage to cut herself on the sharp edge. The cut had healed fairly quickly so she thought nothing special of it at the time.
Getting small cuts on her hands and lower arms are pretty normal for an adventurer like Aradia, what isn't normal is the way her blood is acting. It seems thicker than usual, seeping out of the wounds in strands more than streams.
She isn't alarmed immediately, a little blood isn't much cause for concern, but than she notices she has a certain amount of control over her blood. She can stretch the strands out, feeling the tug of it on her veins in a sickly manner. She experimentally waves her arm about, the blood trailing behind it like her old whip.
Well, that can't be good.
She sets of in the direction of the infirmary, bloodwhip still hanging from the palm of her hand as she can't seem to retract it.]
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[She waves her non-damaged hand in the direction of the hallway.]
But I should probably get going, I don't want it to get infected or something like that.
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Of course. Good luck.
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[She returns the nod and starts walking towards the elevators.]