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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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And I would rather stay here. [There we go.]
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That be meaning I can't motherfuckin' call you Dead Chick no more?
[A short-lived nickname. No pun intended.]
What's so fuckin' great about where we is anywho? There be much fuckin' all more exciting floors than this one.
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I'm not saying that here is more exciting than the other floors. I just don't want to get dragged anywhere like a barkbeast.
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But it'll be a fuckin' great time. A brother knows everyone got up to be wantin' to play motherfucking barkbeast at all even one point in they fuckin' lives.