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@Zyx
I have no intention of overwhelming you, but if you're willing to accept another player, then I would like to join as well.
@Dark Cloud

Dark Magician - II



"Flattery? Illusory self images? Lacking a soul? You may have had too much to drink. However, I shall accept your kind offer of a seat."

The fiery-haired maiden seated herself comfortably upon the chair across from him, then transformed the furniture suddenly into a small throne carved from dark rosewood and adorned with a multitude of rubies. She shook her head slightly and smiled, exuding an aura of amicable spirit.

"I am Anath Homura, a pleasure to meet you." She said, and her singular gaze shone upon him akin to the flames of a great hearth, almost too hot. However her voice was similar to the sea, soothing like a wave of water that washed over him. A splash of serenity that sheltered him from the heat of her blazing eye. It conveyed clearly a promise; she did not intend to harm him.
@Dark Cloud

Dark Magician



"The theory of negative energy and its application to the soul - how amusing."

Anath Homura stood nearby the necromancer, speaking to him in a teasing tone that contrasted with her cryptic countenance; cold and warm all at once.

She also carried in her hands a copy of the book he was reading, opened at seemingly the same page describing the details of the announced topic, and she casually cast an eye through the content performing a swift appraisal. She hummed to herself, and then stared at Alwen with aforementioned amusement.
Hi!

Just letting folks know that there are multiple copies of my character in the tavern, though a single one is only visible at a time. All of these copies won't be intruding upon any conversation, but they will be observing and often open to conversation.
@Zyx

Speak of the Devil - II



Anath Homura accepted as one whom was ever adherent to proper etiquette - and seated herself at the table he gestured towards, shifting herself and her surroundings by swiftly polishing the place through just the close proximity of her cleansing celestial presence. She never truly touched the elements of existence, ethereal and elegant, unburdened by the weight of the world. The fiery-haired maiden seemed on the verge of flying away at any time.

She smiled at him again, perfectly poised, and in an almost playful manner asked him why he had come to this tavern. Awaiting an answer, her golden glaive dispersed and she clasped her hands together like a well-behaved child or a quiet priestess offering prayers.

Wordlessly while she waited, she extended multidimensional simulacrums of herself - each visible from a single specific perspective - to further interact with the tavern and its denizens. She had realized she should speak to more people, after all.
@aia2022
Sleep well!
@aia2022
Vampire?
I've awakened, and I'm ready to write!
@Zyx

Speak of the Devil



For a moment, Anath Homura merely measured the man that approached her as she matched his gaze with an enigmatic expression. Swiftly, she switched to a much more friendly façade, adopting an amicable aura for him as he came closer: A demure downward tilt of her head. A slight smile, and a shimmer in her sole eye.

She performed exceedingly well, waiting a precise amount of time as he completed his introduction in a state of serenity - she was seated quite comfortably - then proceeded with perfection to give a prim and poignant reply to his greeting:

As one whom was always willing to adhere to proper etiquette; with eternal elegance her hand reached outwards. She spoke with a voice that was simultaneously soft and sharp, faintly lingering like fond memories of long ago, yet fading away too soon. Her words were suffuse with sacred truth and cosmic lucidity, letting even the notion of a lie ever passing her lips seem a most severe and absurd crime.

"It is an unexpected pleasure, Sam. I am Anath Homura. I would be delighted if you shall speak with me."

So close, she was decidedly divine. The way she spoke, as well as the weapon she wielded; the golden glaive that possessed a powerfully concealed and caged celestial light burning brighter than a thousand-thousand suns. There was the clarity of her complex yet simple shape, and every mesmerizing motion.

Her immortal soul singing in harmony with the wondrous song of Heaven...
@Fancy Party
I look forward to reading what you write!
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