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Thank you sir :) you know, in history, Death and Judgement were always hand in hand as brothers :)
Ok, so his first ability will come into play later. I'm taking away his invisibility in his original form, that's just too powerful. I'm also lowering the cap of his possession ability from 7 for 4 for losing his mind, I'm adding in the Psychic communication ability, and the truth serum ability (serum ability only works once on a person). Keeping everything else the same way it was.
EDIT: Please read "EDIT" at the bottom of CS as well.
EDIT: Please read "EDIT" at the bottom of CS as well.
He's still a human yes, he's just you know, the grim reaper, i suppose.
Yes, essentially his first power involves taking over someone's body, and the only way for him to leave that persons body is for them to die.
I thought that his abilities reflected the card pretty well, but i can see how they are pretty overpowered.. however there is a cost to them.
I'm aware that tarot is peaceful, and his first ability is pretty much meant to kill people, but also shares the side of manipulation through say, misinformation, and he is Death, kinda most of what he really does is end people lives in one way or another, but yes, it is currently overpowered. I could, replace his first ability with the Psychic ability i mentioned in the ability notes. Also, what are your thoughts on the truth serum ability, as well as the unmasking ability, you said everyone is pretty much human, and those abilities fit the card very well.
Yes, essentially his first power involves taking over someone's body, and the only way for him to leave that persons body is for them to die.
I thought that his abilities reflected the card pretty well, but i can see how they are pretty overpowered.. however there is a cost to them.
I'm aware that tarot is peaceful, and his first ability is pretty much meant to kill people, but also shares the side of manipulation through say, misinformation, and he is Death, kinda most of what he really does is end people lives in one way or another, but yes, it is currently overpowered. I could, replace his first ability with the Psychic ability i mentioned in the ability notes. Also, what are your thoughts on the truth serum ability, as well as the unmasking ability, you said everyone is pretty much human, and those abilities fit the card very well.
Name: Smirec
Age: 26 when he became Death.
Gender: Male
Tarot: Death
Abilities:
When he turns into a human and back into death through dying as another person he can transcend into, he loses part of his sanity as a cost. He knows this, and so he has never done it before. This is because he was only recently he was appointed as Death and given some very grimly vague guidelines as well as a few pointers. Once he chooses a body he cannot escape from it unless he/she at the time dies. If he were to do this a total of four times, he would become a shadow of the person which he once was and lose his mind entirely. As is the cost of his given power, and knowing this when he agreed to it. He loses his self control as he influences the world around him, his original body is also vulnerable in this state so he must be careful.
His secondary and no less influential abilities include knowing how to wield a scythe, but he does not often use it. He prefers to use his true form to appear as an apparition before people changing his appearance into an ungodly looking shadow that sends most folk running and screaming, that is if he needs to. He cannot use this ability in human form as his bond with their body is too strong.
His third ability, is the ability to expose people for who they really are, if they are any kind of imposter in the form of someone different a demon/spirit/shape-shifter, he can use his connection to the spirit world to unmask and see them for who they really are. (Can be used in any body)
Fourth ability -Psychic- People of his choosing would be able to perceive to communicate with him as if they were talking to them normally. However this is in their mind so no one else can hear Smirec via psychic connection, BUT, at the same time, they'll either react normally to him or do extreme things because of this sort of dream-state he can induce. He can also choose to have this person hallucinate and make them see things that aren't there. (Can be used in any body)
-Alternate-explanation to psychic ability-
The ability to talk and influence people without anyone else hearing/noticing him talking to them. As well as have that person believe that he's actually saying the words to them and/or everyone. He can get away with this easily even in a humans body, death has a rather silent presence.
Fifth ability, being asked a question of Smirec's choosing is essentially a truth serum. However this ability can only work once on a single person and requires eye contact. (Can be used in any body)
Appearance:
Black hair, dark eyes, wears a robe. He is bestowed with the power to transcend into a body for a period of time but when that body dies, he returns to himself. He can also appear at will seeming as an apparition, but he is truly just a human wearing a dark robe and carrying a scythe.
Personality: Withdrawn, calculating, manipulative, on the flip side, he cares about his friends emotional health and futures with what is left of his once singular human understanding of life. He knows that he is miserable, although many people don't see it, he has always hid his thoughts behind a mask of still expression when under the radar of others. But he has always wanted people he grows to care for to be happy and have a good life, he was never emotionless, although everyone seemed to view him that way, he thought. He was often a loner, he found most people irritating. He despises people who are too whimsical, or don't think about the consequences of their actions, lying, stealing. There were many things he thought the world could be better off without.. He has always been quick to move on from something emotionally, though; he feels the weight of his actions as much as he thinks about them before hand, and after. He always has trouble coping with people due to the thoughts crowding inside his head. Most of his peers just thought he was extremely weird. He has a hard time dealing with stressful situations, so he blacks out into his own mind becoming only the voice inside his head. People he had talked to would never understand the way that he see's things and them, and this world. Often times, he doesn't really feel like he's a person, and he doesn't feel like anybody really values him. So he is often not noticed by anybody, even when in plain sight. He spent a lot of his time evaluating people, watching as their lives go by, and always appreciated the small beauty and flickers of happiness in the world. Although, when he encountered somebody who was rough or tries to upset the balance of that happiness in an undesirable way, simply put; he couldn't help but wish that some people were just dead. As cold as he believes his heart his, he desires interaction with someone worthwhile, it had always helped him forget. But he has lost his hope of ever finding someone, maybe one day, some one else would know him. He wears his black robe to symbolize the emptiness of peoples actions to bring balance to their lives. He has always known, that hardly anyobdy ever knows whats good for them. People, make their decisions unaware and uncaring of who they may hurt, and who they may help, without ever thinking twice. He had seen it time and time again, people did not value the lives of others, and he wanted to change that.
Bio:
Smirec was born into a middle class family, he went to school every day, saw his friends, however; things didn't stay that way for too long. His mother and father were both killed in a mugging, and the shooter was never found. He found that out a few months after the accident, when he was finishing elementary school. A week after the incident, they called it; he was moved to a foster home. There he met all kinds of people, but no one payed him any mind. He found it was hard to make friends, even though he didn't even really want to. His life had already changed dramatically, and it seemed like it was always changing even more. He was always getting bounced around to different family's, no one really ever wanted him for very long. The family's always gave some reason like; "He's not happy enough, and he doesn't smile very much either." Or "This kid is creepy, and he barley ever talks." He was always sent back to the foster home, always. His soon to be best friend Garret, he met in the foster home. No one wanted him either, and so Garret was the only one he felt like could ever understand his feelings. They did everything together. From riding wheeling contraptions to drinking beer they made on the beach all the way until he was twenty five. Garret was a little older and always a wildcard. Smirec however, always evaluated his actions and had never been a risk seeker. Over time he began to grow a small distaste for the more reckless aspects of Garrets nature. He always got them into some kind of trouble. One day, well into their twenties, they found themselves in a bar way out of town on a cross country trip to celebrate Smirecs twenty sixth birthday. He was going to ask his girlfriend to marry him when they got back. Garret was sitting next to him at the bar, drinking and laughing, telling jokes and enjoying life. Smirec was relishing in laughter, when two gentlemen in suits walked in through the swinging doors.
"I think you boys are in our seats."
Garret, always being the hot headed one, was first to retort. He proceeded to tell the man who spoke to them, to metaphorically shove that remark up his ass. The man didn't seem to like that at all, or think it was funny. Then he saw Garret reaching into his bag, and pulled out a hand-crossbow. Everything in his vision went black for a moment..
When Smirec came too, he saw blood dripping down the walls and splattered over pictures around the bar. His hands felt sticky and wet, when he looked at them they were covered in blood. How.. He became mortified as he looked down, one of the men in suits was bleeding all the way to Smirec's shoes on the floor, deep red puddles. A nightmare laid right out at his feet, he was completely gutted, a horrifying expression carved into his face. There was a bloody knife laying next to him. Garret.. he looked to his left, slumped over on the counter with a crossbow bolt in his back. His eyes, were wide open looking at him. He had never been so afraid in his life.. He looked beside Garret, the other man who spoke to them was laying on his back on the floor next to him, a crossbow bolt between his eyes and the empty crossbow in his hand. That's when he noticed the bar tender, standing there, looking at him.
"What are you doing!? Stay away from me!"
"What?" Smirec said, he was confused and shocked. The old man seemed to be overcome with an immense amount of fear.
"Get out, just get out of here, please! Don't hurt me, please leave now!"
I don't remember what I did, this must be some kind of dream.
Smirec, not knowing what else to do.. he walked emotionless towards the door, and looked back at the room. What the hell happened.. and why am I still alive? He walked out of the bar, the searing sun caught him in the eye, and sew it's warm mark into his body. He began to walk down the road, back to town, to his home Damascus. As he journeyed through the countryside desert, leaving his horse-wagon behind, he was encountered by a man. He saw a dark silhouette in the distance as first, but then the man was almost right in front of him. He was dressed in all black, and the man had black long hair and a grey-black beard, and even darker eyes that seemed to shine white like snow in the night.
"You must be Smeric." he said.
"That work you did back there.. it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." he said in an almost inhibiting tone. The man reached into his long trench coat, and offered to Smirec a dusty black book, there was no tittle to it, just leather. He took it from him, and saw that it was bookmarked. He pulled out the card marking the first page.. he recognized it immediately. It was a said to be a magic Tarot card, used for reading the future or the past. Garret once knew a gypsy girl who could use these, she saw this card in a reading that she'd given him when they were kids. He remembered it well, but when she laid it down on the table she looked uncomfortable. Remembering this now he soon came to realize that she'd completely ignored mentioning it in his reading. "Was it alright?" he asked himself. He held the card in front of him, this one was labeled "Death".
The man interrupted his thoughts, "This, my friend, is everything you need." he bursted out with laughter "You remind me of when I was your age." he said as he smiled grimly.
"You'll come to understand it all soon enough. Here are the rules, of being well, what you see there.. Enjoy."
Smirec looked at him with utter confusion.
The man began to walk towards him. As he cleared past him, Smirec turned around to ask the man something as he walked away. But he was nowhere to be found, it was as if he had just dispersed into thin air. Who? He looked off in the distance, a black steed floated into his vision from the direction where the man had disappeared. It was a horse he hadn't seen before, it was black, and had a solid white mane. It came up to him, and nestled against his chest. He was surprised, and he stroked it's head. He climbed onto it, and got comfortable. He kicked the horse into motion and, slowly began to ride back to Damascus. He read the black book along the way as they traveled there together. He opened it the the first page, it said, "Welcome new Death" Garret.. what is this..
Other: All done :) Will begin posting.
Age: 26 when he became Death.
Gender: Male
Tarot: Death
Abilities:
When he turns into a human and back into death through dying as another person he can transcend into, he loses part of his sanity as a cost. He knows this, and so he has never done it before. This is because he was only recently he was appointed as Death and given some very grimly vague guidelines as well as a few pointers. Once he chooses a body he cannot escape from it unless he/she at the time dies. If he were to do this a total of four times, he would become a shadow of the person which he once was and lose his mind entirely. As is the cost of his given power, and knowing this when he agreed to it. He loses his self control as he influences the world around him, his original body is also vulnerable in this state so he must be careful.
His secondary and no less influential abilities include knowing how to wield a scythe, but he does not often use it. He prefers to use his true form to appear as an apparition before people changing his appearance into an ungodly looking shadow that sends most folk running and screaming, that is if he needs to. He cannot use this ability in human form as his bond with their body is too strong.
His third ability, is the ability to expose people for who they really are, if they are any kind of imposter in the form of someone different a demon/spirit/shape-shifter, he can use his connection to the spirit world to unmask and see them for who they really are. (Can be used in any body)
Fourth ability -Psychic- People of his choosing would be able to perceive to communicate with him as if they were talking to them normally. However this is in their mind so no one else can hear Smirec via psychic connection, BUT, at the same time, they'll either react normally to him or do extreme things because of this sort of dream-state he can induce. He can also choose to have this person hallucinate and make them see things that aren't there. (Can be used in any body)
-Alternate-explanation to psychic ability-
The ability to talk and influence people without anyone else hearing/noticing him talking to them. As well as have that person believe that he's actually saying the words to them and/or everyone. He can get away with this easily even in a humans body, death has a rather silent presence.
Fifth ability, being asked a question of Smirec's choosing is essentially a truth serum. However this ability can only work once on a single person and requires eye contact. (Can be used in any body)
Appearance:
Black hair, dark eyes, wears a robe. He is bestowed with the power to transcend into a body for a period of time but when that body dies, he returns to himself. He can also appear at will seeming as an apparition, but he is truly just a human wearing a dark robe and carrying a scythe.
Personality: Withdrawn, calculating, manipulative, on the flip side, he cares about his friends emotional health and futures with what is left of his once singular human understanding of life. He knows that he is miserable, although many people don't see it, he has always hid his thoughts behind a mask of still expression when under the radar of others. But he has always wanted people he grows to care for to be happy and have a good life, he was never emotionless, although everyone seemed to view him that way, he thought. He was often a loner, he found most people irritating. He despises people who are too whimsical, or don't think about the consequences of their actions, lying, stealing. There were many things he thought the world could be better off without.. He has always been quick to move on from something emotionally, though; he feels the weight of his actions as much as he thinks about them before hand, and after. He always has trouble coping with people due to the thoughts crowding inside his head. Most of his peers just thought he was extremely weird. He has a hard time dealing with stressful situations, so he blacks out into his own mind becoming only the voice inside his head. People he had talked to would never understand the way that he see's things and them, and this world. Often times, he doesn't really feel like he's a person, and he doesn't feel like anybody really values him. So he is often not noticed by anybody, even when in plain sight. He spent a lot of his time evaluating people, watching as their lives go by, and always appreciated the small beauty and flickers of happiness in the world. Although, when he encountered somebody who was rough or tries to upset the balance of that happiness in an undesirable way, simply put; he couldn't help but wish that some people were just dead. As cold as he believes his heart his, he desires interaction with someone worthwhile, it had always helped him forget. But he has lost his hope of ever finding someone, maybe one day, some one else would know him. He wears his black robe to symbolize the emptiness of peoples actions to bring balance to their lives. He has always known, that hardly anyobdy ever knows whats good for them. People, make their decisions unaware and uncaring of who they may hurt, and who they may help, without ever thinking twice. He had seen it time and time again, people did not value the lives of others, and he wanted to change that.
Bio:
Smirec was born into a middle class family, he went to school every day, saw his friends, however; things didn't stay that way for too long. His mother and father were both killed in a mugging, and the shooter was never found. He found that out a few months after the accident, when he was finishing elementary school. A week after the incident, they called it; he was moved to a foster home. There he met all kinds of people, but no one payed him any mind. He found it was hard to make friends, even though he didn't even really want to. His life had already changed dramatically, and it seemed like it was always changing even more. He was always getting bounced around to different family's, no one really ever wanted him for very long. The family's always gave some reason like; "He's not happy enough, and he doesn't smile very much either." Or "This kid is creepy, and he barley ever talks." He was always sent back to the foster home, always. His soon to be best friend Garret, he met in the foster home. No one wanted him either, and so Garret was the only one he felt like could ever understand his feelings. They did everything together. From riding wheeling contraptions to drinking beer they made on the beach all the way until he was twenty five. Garret was a little older and always a wildcard. Smirec however, always evaluated his actions and had never been a risk seeker. Over time he began to grow a small distaste for the more reckless aspects of Garrets nature. He always got them into some kind of trouble. One day, well into their twenties, they found themselves in a bar way out of town on a cross country trip to celebrate Smirecs twenty sixth birthday. He was going to ask his girlfriend to marry him when they got back. Garret was sitting next to him at the bar, drinking and laughing, telling jokes and enjoying life. Smirec was relishing in laughter, when two gentlemen in suits walked in through the swinging doors.
"I think you boys are in our seats."
Garret, always being the hot headed one, was first to retort. He proceeded to tell the man who spoke to them, to metaphorically shove that remark up his ass. The man didn't seem to like that at all, or think it was funny. Then he saw Garret reaching into his bag, and pulled out a hand-crossbow. Everything in his vision went black for a moment..
When Smirec came too, he saw blood dripping down the walls and splattered over pictures around the bar. His hands felt sticky and wet, when he looked at them they were covered in blood. How.. He became mortified as he looked down, one of the men in suits was bleeding all the way to Smirec's shoes on the floor, deep red puddles. A nightmare laid right out at his feet, he was completely gutted, a horrifying expression carved into his face. There was a bloody knife laying next to him. Garret.. he looked to his left, slumped over on the counter with a crossbow bolt in his back. His eyes, were wide open looking at him. He had never been so afraid in his life.. He looked beside Garret, the other man who spoke to them was laying on his back on the floor next to him, a crossbow bolt between his eyes and the empty crossbow in his hand. That's when he noticed the bar tender, standing there, looking at him.
"What are you doing!? Stay away from me!"
"What?" Smirec said, he was confused and shocked. The old man seemed to be overcome with an immense amount of fear.
"Get out, just get out of here, please! Don't hurt me, please leave now!"
I don't remember what I did, this must be some kind of dream.
Smirec, not knowing what else to do.. he walked emotionless towards the door, and looked back at the room. What the hell happened.. and why am I still alive? He walked out of the bar, the searing sun caught him in the eye, and sew it's warm mark into his body. He began to walk down the road, back to town, to his home Damascus. As he journeyed through the countryside desert, leaving his horse-wagon behind, he was encountered by a man. He saw a dark silhouette in the distance as first, but then the man was almost right in front of him. He was dressed in all black, and the man had black long hair and a grey-black beard, and even darker eyes that seemed to shine white like snow in the night.
"You must be Smeric." he said.
"That work you did back there.. it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." he said in an almost inhibiting tone. The man reached into his long trench coat, and offered to Smirec a dusty black book, there was no tittle to it, just leather. He took it from him, and saw that it was bookmarked. He pulled out the card marking the first page.. he recognized it immediately. It was a said to be a magic Tarot card, used for reading the future or the past. Garret once knew a gypsy girl who could use these, she saw this card in a reading that she'd given him when they were kids. He remembered it well, but when she laid it down on the table she looked uncomfortable. Remembering this now he soon came to realize that she'd completely ignored mentioning it in his reading. "Was it alright?" he asked himself. He held the card in front of him, this one was labeled "Death".
The man interrupted his thoughts, "This, my friend, is everything you need." he bursted out with laughter "You remind me of when I was your age." he said as he smiled grimly.
"You'll come to understand it all soon enough. Here are the rules, of being well, what you see there.. Enjoy."
Smirec looked at him with utter confusion.
The man began to walk towards him. As he cleared past him, Smirec turned around to ask the man something as he walked away. But he was nowhere to be found, it was as if he had just dispersed into thin air. Who? He looked off in the distance, a black steed floated into his vision from the direction where the man had disappeared. It was a horse he hadn't seen before, it was black, and had a solid white mane. It came up to him, and nestled against his chest. He was surprised, and he stroked it's head. He climbed onto it, and got comfortable. He kicked the horse into motion and, slowly began to ride back to Damascus. He read the black book along the way as they traveled there together. He opened it the the first page, it said, "Welcome new Death" Garret.. what is this..
Other: All done :) Will begin posting.
Shida was looking directly at Ghost, about to burst out with laughter from the blank expression on Ghost's face. He decided after trying to bond with him by telling him his own personal joke, he'd be better off picking on somebody else for the rest of the journey. Suddenly, his cigar seemed to flick right out from between his fingers, grazing the edge of his lip; it flew away jumping everything in it's path but a large puddle on the rocky floor of the cave. His face twisted in confusion, and his shaggy hair tickled the top of his forehead.. "What in the..?" His eyes woke up from the possessed cigar. He then saw Aerilyn goggling in front of him, she was smiling but looking guilty at the same time, then her expression dimmed to a cheeky half smile.. "Sorry... I..." Shida looked at her for a moment; even more confused, and she turned and walked away. As he watched her walk off, his mind was completely blank in the first time farther back than he could remember. He turned back to look at Ghost, who was looking at him without a singular glimpse of emotion, much less shared curiosity, he almost seemed to be sighing.. He turned to look back at Aerilyn, he then began to realize... After a momentary pause, Shida looked to the others around him, few of them were looking at him and chuckling among themselves. This only confirmed his suspicions, That woman.. Shida resonated, and began to grow somewhat frustrated. I will definitely get her back after this..
Shida abruptly left the company of the others exiting through the entrance of the cave, and then began walking at a normal pace. As he passed Cora and Aerilyn he pulled another cigar out of his jacket pocket. That cigar was worth well over twenty-five dollars, damn her.. He grumbled to himself as he glared at Aerilyn. As he lit his new cigar, he then began to mull over about ways that he could embarrass her, although most of the ways he ended up thinking of would only come off as very perverted he realized.. I may have a problem.. he said to himself.. ashamed at the lack of his imagination.
Shida abruptly left the company of the others exiting through the entrance of the cave, and then began walking at a normal pace. As he passed Cora and Aerilyn he pulled another cigar out of his jacket pocket. That cigar was worth well over twenty-five dollars, damn her.. He grumbled to himself as he glared at Aerilyn. As he lit his new cigar, he then began to mull over about ways that he could embarrass her, although most of the ways he ended up thinking of would only come off as very perverted he realized.. I may have a problem.. he said to himself.. ashamed at the lack of his imagination.
Im almost done with my CS, right now it's pretty complex and may be convoluted lol. Trying to simplify, and starting on the bio, there will need to be some feedback most likely regarding the abilities. I will try and post it tonight, i'm excited to start this one. Sorry for taking so long, im doing my best to flow with the card itself, and death has many different angles lol.
Cora responded to Shida's proposal about luring out the Vygorns.
"Not that I'm sure why you think they need two hints of Elementals on site, but we'll need everyone for this first act. That way if anything goes amiss we have numbers with us."
Shida gave her a funny look for a moment.. "The reason is because when people are hit by a snowstorm they hide inside and wait it out, but when they see a giant pillar of fire, they usually send their bravest to go investigate. I like your idea because they won't be so apt to running back the other direction into a snowstorm, and the villagers and workers will be safer hiding inside. Along with being able to use the village afterwards rather than destroying it completely. With both of our ideas combined I think we'll get a much cleaner result, don't you think?"
Shida had already made his way outside the cave, right after Will walked off to help out the newbie. He saw what he thought was a ghost sitting outside the cave. Looking closer, he remembered him from earlier, but he looked like he was already dead. His skin was so pale and he had that vapid look in his eye.. he seemed to barley notice him at all, a real quiet type.. Shida relaxed a little more and pulled a cigar out of his traveling jacket, he lit it up by holding his forefinger to the tip, his favorite magic trick. He also liked it because it helped blunder out the of all the trash covering the earth. Most of the time the smell of this world made him want to puke, especially since he'd been without it up his nose for the past two days. As the smoke bellowed out of his mouth across the cratered roof of the cave entrance, towards the night sky, he looked at Ghost curiously. "So, what does Donny Darko think about all of this?" he said in a mocking tone. A rhetorical question of course, but Shida has never taken more pleasure in anything besides messing with people, it was his hobby and most pleasurable pastime. Cora walked past them and they locked eyes for a moment. He thought she made a face like her head was about to implode. When she got far enough away, he looked back at Ghost and whispered across to him, gesturing at Cora's back. "She's the kind of girl who'll tie you up and make you call her mommy, I can tell just by that look in her eye. You know what I'm talking about dont'cha?"
"Not that I'm sure why you think they need two hints of Elementals on site, but we'll need everyone for this first act. That way if anything goes amiss we have numbers with us."
Shida gave her a funny look for a moment.. "The reason is because when people are hit by a snowstorm they hide inside and wait it out, but when they see a giant pillar of fire, they usually send their bravest to go investigate. I like your idea because they won't be so apt to running back the other direction into a snowstorm, and the villagers and workers will be safer hiding inside. Along with being able to use the village afterwards rather than destroying it completely. With both of our ideas combined I think we'll get a much cleaner result, don't you think?"
Shida had already made his way outside the cave, right after Will walked off to help out the newbie. He saw what he thought was a ghost sitting outside the cave. Looking closer, he remembered him from earlier, but he looked like he was already dead. His skin was so pale and he had that vapid look in his eye.. he seemed to barley notice him at all, a real quiet type.. Shida relaxed a little more and pulled a cigar out of his traveling jacket, he lit it up by holding his forefinger to the tip, his favorite magic trick. He also liked it because it helped blunder out the of all the trash covering the earth. Most of the time the smell of this world made him want to puke, especially since he'd been without it up his nose for the past two days. As the smoke bellowed out of his mouth across the cratered roof of the cave entrance, towards the night sky, he looked at Ghost curiously. "So, what does Donny Darko think about all of this?" he said in a mocking tone. A rhetorical question of course, but Shida has never taken more pleasure in anything besides messing with people, it was his hobby and most pleasurable pastime. Cora walked past them and they locked eyes for a moment. He thought she made a face like her head was about to implode. When she got far enough away, he looked back at Ghost and whispered across to him, gesturing at Cora's back. "She's the kind of girl who'll tie you up and make you call her mommy, I can tell just by that look in her eye. You know what I'm talking about dont'cha?"
Also, I'd like to know if any of the ladies are going to post at this point, and also, I don't know if xzlayer had a transition post planned out for when we step outside or something, if not, i'll just cue my character going out into the open with everyone, and we'll take it from there. I guess, I would like to know if anyone has anything pressing they want to post about at this current point in time, before we leave. Although it doesn't really matter too much i suppose since we can adjust time to each individual, just wondering for fluidity's sake.
Shida heard the old mans speech, he seemed very worried but his words fell together strangely. Shida wondered for a moment if he had exploded into fire, another fire elemental might come and take his place.. just like a scab walking across a picket line. He decided he'd rather not find out. Everyone was ready to leave, Shida was going to miss this place, but he knew he'd come back. There was a feeling you got when you were setting out for an ambush, you knew all the odds we're in your favor. This fight was going to be a slaughter, and Shida knew that. As long as we stick together and follow the plan, everyone will be fine..for now. But when this is over, things are going to only get worse.. he pondered a bit too long for a moment. All we have to do is adapt to our situation, and keeping these bastards guessing.. he found his strength in himself when he was most in doubt. Being in many hopeless situations can mold a person to do that, again and again.
One thing was beginning to bother him though. He was worried about Aerilyn. He remembered that when she was snapping at him earlier, he noticed a strong breeze come on, he thought it may just have been a coincidence.. but maybe she had less control over her powers than he'd originally thought. He became worried about the plan, their success in saving the lives of the people there depended on Cora and her mostly. Shida thought to himself.. If all this goes to hell, there wont be any place that is safe from us releasing all of our powers all at once.. I wont know who is who.. I don't even know if i'll still be me after this..
Shida hid most things from the others so far, just like everyone else in his old life. He got people to like him by putting on a show, like wearing a mask, or doing a magic trick, pretending away even to himself what he was really thinking.. Along with being able to survive on his own for the last few years, he was entirely indifferent to ending another persons life. He knew that his new friends.. would not like the side of him they were inevitably going to see out there.. To Shida.. killing was killing, it didn't matter who it was, or why. It was all the same animal, the same feeling, the same sickness. Men turned into beasts, and all it takes is for one man to be desperate enough for something to to kill another to get it.. For a woman to end another persons life, however, she has to be strong. Men.. we just have to be greedy enough to do it, and it isn't hard, it's almost as easy as picking an apple from a tree. Some men use justice as an excuse, Shida was one of those men at heart.. but he was always self-aware enough not to blabber on about it. Beau broke the silence of his thoughts, Shida almost felt like thanking him, he could get lost in a way sometimes, and he felt his flame flickering in and out. His expression changed from almost maliciously dark, to normal, abrasive Shida.
"I'm with Beau, and new guy.. I'm putting you on the team with Aerilyn, Cora and Beau. The man you just met, you are to follow his lead and judgement for now, and as well as protect Aerilyn and Cora, with your life. Shida gave him a glare, "I don't know you, but I have no choice but to trust you, you can obviously fight somehow if you ended up here. Do your powers even work in the night time anyways?"
One thing was beginning to bother him though. He was worried about Aerilyn. He remembered that when she was snapping at him earlier, he noticed a strong breeze come on, he thought it may just have been a coincidence.. but maybe she had less control over her powers than he'd originally thought. He became worried about the plan, their success in saving the lives of the people there depended on Cora and her mostly. Shida thought to himself.. If all this goes to hell, there wont be any place that is safe from us releasing all of our powers all at once.. I wont know who is who.. I don't even know if i'll still be me after this..
Shida hid most things from the others so far, just like everyone else in his old life. He got people to like him by putting on a show, like wearing a mask, or doing a magic trick, pretending away even to himself what he was really thinking.. Along with being able to survive on his own for the last few years, he was entirely indifferent to ending another persons life. He knew that his new friends.. would not like the side of him they were inevitably going to see out there.. To Shida.. killing was killing, it didn't matter who it was, or why. It was all the same animal, the same feeling, the same sickness. Men turned into beasts, and all it takes is for one man to be desperate enough for something to to kill another to get it.. For a woman to end another persons life, however, she has to be strong. Men.. we just have to be greedy enough to do it, and it isn't hard, it's almost as easy as picking an apple from a tree. Some men use justice as an excuse, Shida was one of those men at heart.. but he was always self-aware enough not to blabber on about it. Beau broke the silence of his thoughts, Shida almost felt like thanking him, he could get lost in a way sometimes, and he felt his flame flickering in and out. His expression changed from almost maliciously dark, to normal, abrasive Shida.
"I'm with Beau, and new guy.. I'm putting you on the team with Aerilyn, Cora and Beau. The man you just met, you are to follow his lead and judgement for now, and as well as protect Aerilyn and Cora, with your life. Shida gave him a glare, "I don't know you, but I have no choice but to trust you, you can obviously fight somehow if you ended up here. Do your powers even work in the night time anyways?"
Yeah this is a very cool idea :) my CS will be up within the next few days.
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