Izanami (
thousandcurses) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-04-23 03:14 pm
Entry tags:
Master of the Graveyard
Characters: Izanami and whoever comes across her
Setting: Floor 82 and Floor 48
Format: Commentspam to start with
Summary: Izanami requires a change of pace, and she does have that lovely wedding kimono that's just sitting in her trunk...
Rating: PG or PG-13, depending on what is discussed
Warnings: Izanami herself is kind of a warning when she's in a mood
[Floor 82]
[Her clothing is hardly appropriate to dancing, but she doesn't mind. She's more here for the atmosphere--a ball, formal and elegant. It's a change of pace, the direct opposite from the dreary graveyard. She belongs there, yes, but she... Doesn't generally mind this place, either, even if she's only standing to the side and watching.]
[Floor 48]
[She belongs here, surrounded by graves and death. Even if the coffins are empty. Even if it's not a real graveyard. This is where the woman belongs, tending to the graves and taking her tea nearby. She is Death, no longer creation, and Izanami enjoys the gloom and quiet besides. Today, though, she hums an old lullaby to the "restless spirits" that may just be her own.]
Setting: Floor 82 and Floor 48
Format: Commentspam to start with
Summary: Izanami requires a change of pace, and she does have that lovely wedding kimono that's just sitting in her trunk...
Rating: PG or PG-13, depending on what is discussed
Warnings: Izanami herself is kind of a warning when she's in a mood
[Floor 82]
[Her clothing is hardly appropriate to dancing, but she doesn't mind. She's more here for the atmosphere--a ball, formal and elegant. It's a change of pace, the direct opposite from the dreary graveyard. She belongs there, yes, but she... Doesn't generally mind this place, either, even if she's only standing to the side and watching.]
[Floor 48]
[She belongs here, surrounded by graves and death. Even if the coffins are empty. Even if it's not a real graveyard. This is where the woman belongs, tending to the graves and taking her tea nearby. She is Death, no longer creation, and Izanami enjoys the gloom and quiet besides. Today, though, she hums an old lullaby to the "restless spirits" that may just be her own.]

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