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vatheon2012-03-23 11:03 pm
serpentslain) wrote in vatheon2012-03-23 11:03 pm
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well call me a demon and damn me to hell
who: shura & you
where: plaza
what: offering a few choice words to that friggin' coral
when: 3/23, anytime
style: starting in [action] but I'll run with anything!
status: open as Shura's drenched exorcist coat
[A very disgruntled-looking Shura pushes her drenched golden bangs out of her eyes with an equally soaked hand, muttering something obscene under her breath.
She doesn't have any qualms with water, but she generally likes to maintain some level of dryness. This whole soaked-to-the-bone ordeal really isn't her slice of cake.
She shrugs out of her dripping wet exorcist coat, which falls to the ground with a damp squish. Not like she ever enjoyed wearing the damn thing, anyway.
Her fingers brush across her collarbone for a moment — she has yet to notice the new mark now resting above the seal design snaking down her torso — as she considers drawing her sword, but she ultimately decides against it: better to see if the people in this place are friends or foes before revealing her weapon.
She arches her head up as she surveys the bubble, letting out a slow whistle of amazement as she does so.]
...Shit, I wouldn'ta drank so much last night if I knew this was gonna happen to me.
where: plaza
what: offering a few choice words to that friggin' coral
when: 3/23, anytime
style: starting in [action] but I'll run with anything!
status: open as Shura's drenched exorcist coat
[A very disgruntled-looking Shura pushes her drenched golden bangs out of her eyes with an equally soaked hand, muttering something obscene under her breath.
She doesn't have any qualms with water, but she generally likes to maintain some level of dryness. This whole soaked-to-the-bone ordeal really isn't her slice of cake.
She shrugs out of her dripping wet exorcist coat, which falls to the ground with a damp squish. Not like she ever enjoyed wearing the damn thing, anyway.
Her fingers brush across her collarbone for a moment — she has yet to notice the new mark now resting above the seal design snaking down her torso — as she considers drawing her sword, but she ultimately decides against it: better to see if the people in this place are friends or foes before revealing her weapon.
She arches her head up as she surveys the bubble, letting out a slow whistle of amazement as she does so.]
...Shit, I wouldn'ta drank so much last night if I knew this was gonna happen to me.
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Good question, since I don' know where the hell I am or how I got here.
[She sighs at Rin's stupidity and takes a few steps along the path in front of her, observing the architecture of some nearby buildings as she keeps an iron grip on him.]
What is this place?
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Vatheon.
[Yes, because the name of the place is totally the best explanation ever.]
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[She shakes her arms to emphasize her point, further compressing Rin's jugular.]
This some part of True Cross Mephisto never told us about, or what?