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nysalogs2018-08-15 01:34 am
colorature) wrote in nysalogs2018-08-15 01:34 am
Remember me, once in a while (OPEN)
Who: Diva (colorature) & YOU
What: Diva finally realizes two of her favourite humans (JJher husband and Eggsy) have fallen back asleep. She's throwing a fit(?) over it...because what is normal, functional coping???
When: Mid-August
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Small vampire queen throwing a tantrum. Uhh...blood/gore...eating her feelings...yeah. She's a vampire, after all! Will be updated if need be.
TARGET PRACTICE
[It's funny, just how much she cares.
Perhaps that's why she's so furious, more so at herself than the fact two of her favourite humans had been put back to sleep. At first she'd found it odd that neither of them had wished her a happy birthday or hadn't bothered to attend. Sure, she only half thought (half-hoped, really) that JJ would've shown his face at her party but at least Eggsy would've. He'd seen what she was capable of, the true height of her ferocity and carnage and he hadn't been afraid of her.
JJ had though, understandably. She can't fault him for that...but she can find fault in everything else, including herself. Just when she thinks she has things figured out she's hit with a setback, a blunt, honest reminder of what she is and that at the end of the day she's just trying to play a part and fit in. Even then she's not doing a very good job of it. Sure, the natives don't seem to mind her fangs and those who don't know about her diet pay her no heed...but eventually the end seems to be the same. Some are frightened or they leave her side.
Why did she have to care?
It was so much easier when she saw humans as food and nothing more - completely and utterly beneath her. Sure, there were a few brilliant ones she could appreciate, like those great musicians and composers who penned the pieces of music she was so fond of. Sure, she wouldn't deny the triumphs or accomplishments of the human race, but she sure as hell was jealous of them.
Perhaps it wasn't so much jealousy anymore that she held. That feeling had waned when she'd found herself here on a new planet with new opportunities and chances. If anything the prevailing feeling now was one of loneliness if not fear. A fear that stemmed from not wanting to be lonely in the first place.
People are still in the process of cleaning up Olympia, of building things back up to their original splendor. It'll take some time and so a little more disorder here and there will go unnoticed. At her feet is a pile of rubble, stones from various buildings that may or may not be left standing anymore. Her target is across from her - a lone standing brick wall - that she's decided to whip the rubble at, watching with a blank, muted expression as pieces of debris goes flying. Her hands are dirty from digging around, her white dress equally stained. She doesn't care though, she never has. After all, she's always a mess. Part of her wonders if it would be satisfying to throw one of her makeshift projectiles at someone's head, just to see what would happen...but she sticks to her wall instead. It's best to steer clear of her path, lest you end up an unfortunate victim of a flick of her wrist gone wrong.]
EATING YOUR FEELINGS
[She hadn't meant to kill him.
Having lead a man she'd picked up wandering about the Red Light district to the outskirts of the forest, Diva had drunk her willing victim dry. He had struggled, of course, once he realized her appetite wasn't going to be sated by a single sip, but his fetish had turned into a living nightmare far too quickly for him to act against her. (Not that he'd ever have a chance in Hell in the first place.)
It's not that she feels sad for him that she finds herself crying, mouth bloody as she sits under a tree, back up against a sturdy trunk. The body of the nameless man is nowhere to be found - she'd gotten rid of it (read: tossed it up into the higher branches of another tree for scavengers to finish off). All that's left is one of the man's humerus bones, stripped of flesh and currently being stress-gnawed on. Her knees are tucked close to her chest, her long, black hair pooled around her. Hadn't she promised Cain that she'd try to do better? That she wouldn't let her instincts get the best of her? This is exactly the kind of macabre behaviour she'd tried to mask from JJ in the first place, only for him to get a front seat to a horror show of complete and utter carnage.
But what does it really matter? Human lives were so fleeting to begin with.
She's somewhat tucked away in the trees but not far enough away that it isn't impossible to stumble upon her as she sniffles and chews. If you do though it's best to err on the side of caution. She could very well still be hungry, especially when she's essentially just eating her feelings at this point.]
GOING BATTY
[It's late. Diva should be in her nightgown and tucked away in bed. Is she? Of course not. Instead she can be found climbing the wreckage that hasn't been cleared away, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, only to dangle herself dangerously off the edge of a roof of what appears to be a small, now hollowed out chapel. She's sitting at least while her legs hang over, swinging carelessly, bare heels whacking against the brick. She's people watching, not really caring whether or not she's seen. Of course, the sight of a girl who looks like she just might push herself willingly off the edge of a roof is cause for concern to anyone who might spot her, but she seems content to stay put in place.
From up here things look different. Not just literally, of course, but for now that's what she's focused on. Her new perspective has her pointing to the ground if you pass by beneath her. She may be more akin to a demon in nature but in this particular moment she may act like your guardian angel.]
Watch out for the hole to your left-! The ground'll swallow you up if you fall down there.
[She's already seen it happen to a few unfortunate animals earlier on when the sun had begun to set. She knows what she's talking about.]
WILDCARD
[I'm down to do a personalized starter or leave me something and I'll roll with it!]
colorature) & YOUWhat: Diva finally realizes two of her favourite humans (JJ
When: Mid-August
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Small vampire queen throwing a tantrum. Uhh...blood/gore...eating her feelings...yeah. She's a vampire, after all! Will be updated if need be.
TARGET PRACTICE
[It's funny, just how much she cares.
Perhaps that's why she's so furious, more so at herself than the fact two of her favourite humans had been put back to sleep. At first she'd found it odd that neither of them had wished her a happy birthday or hadn't bothered to attend. Sure, she only half thought (half-hoped, really) that JJ would've shown his face at her party but at least Eggsy would've. He'd seen what she was capable of, the true height of her ferocity and carnage and he hadn't been afraid of her.
JJ had though, understandably. She can't fault him for that...but she can find fault in everything else, including herself. Just when she thinks she has things figured out she's hit with a setback, a blunt, honest reminder of what she is and that at the end of the day she's just trying to play a part and fit in. Even then she's not doing a very good job of it. Sure, the natives don't seem to mind her fangs and those who don't know about her diet pay her no heed...but eventually the end seems to be the same. Some are frightened or they leave her side.
Why did she have to care?
It was so much easier when she saw humans as food and nothing more - completely and utterly beneath her. Sure, there were a few brilliant ones she could appreciate, like those great musicians and composers who penned the pieces of music she was so fond of. Sure, she wouldn't deny the triumphs or accomplishments of the human race, but she sure as hell was jealous of them.
Perhaps it wasn't so much jealousy anymore that she held. That feeling had waned when she'd found herself here on a new planet with new opportunities and chances. If anything the prevailing feeling now was one of loneliness if not fear. A fear that stemmed from not wanting to be lonely in the first place.
People are still in the process of cleaning up Olympia, of building things back up to their original splendor. It'll take some time and so a little more disorder here and there will go unnoticed. At her feet is a pile of rubble, stones from various buildings that may or may not be left standing anymore. Her target is across from her - a lone standing brick wall - that she's decided to whip the rubble at, watching with a blank, muted expression as pieces of debris goes flying. Her hands are dirty from digging around, her white dress equally stained. She doesn't care though, she never has. After all, she's always a mess. Part of her wonders if it would be satisfying to throw one of her makeshift projectiles at someone's head, just to see what would happen...but she sticks to her wall instead. It's best to steer clear of her path, lest you end up an unfortunate victim of a flick of her wrist gone wrong.]
EATING YOUR FEELINGS
[She hadn't meant to kill him.
Having lead a man she'd picked up wandering about the Red Light district to the outskirts of the forest, Diva had drunk her willing victim dry. He had struggled, of course, once he realized her appetite wasn't going to be sated by a single sip, but his fetish had turned into a living nightmare far too quickly for him to act against her. (Not that he'd ever have a chance in Hell in the first place.)
It's not that she feels sad for him that she finds herself crying, mouth bloody as she sits under a tree, back up against a sturdy trunk. The body of the nameless man is nowhere to be found - she'd gotten rid of it (read: tossed it up into the higher branches of another tree for scavengers to finish off). All that's left is one of the man's humerus bones, stripped of flesh and currently being stress-gnawed on. Her knees are tucked close to her chest, her long, black hair pooled around her. Hadn't she promised Cain that she'd try to do better? That she wouldn't let her instincts get the best of her? This is exactly the kind of macabre behaviour she'd tried to mask from JJ in the first place, only for him to get a front seat to a horror show of complete and utter carnage.
But what does it really matter? Human lives were so fleeting to begin with.
She's somewhat tucked away in the trees but not far enough away that it isn't impossible to stumble upon her as she sniffles and chews. If you do though it's best to err on the side of caution. She could very well still be hungry, especially when she's essentially just eating her feelings at this point.]
GOING BATTY
[It's late. Diva should be in her nightgown and tucked away in bed. Is she? Of course not. Instead she can be found climbing the wreckage that hasn't been cleared away, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, only to dangle herself dangerously off the edge of a roof of what appears to be a small, now hollowed out chapel. She's sitting at least while her legs hang over, swinging carelessly, bare heels whacking against the brick. She's people watching, not really caring whether or not she's seen. Of course, the sight of a girl who looks like she just might push herself willingly off the edge of a roof is cause for concern to anyone who might spot her, but she seems content to stay put in place.
From up here things look different. Not just literally, of course, but for now that's what she's focused on. Her new perspective has her pointing to the ground if you pass by beneath her. She may be more akin to a demon in nature but in this particular moment she may act like your guardian angel.]
Watch out for the hole to your left-! The ground'll swallow you up if you fall down there.
[She's already seen it happen to a few unfortunate animals earlier on when the sun had begun to set. She knows what she's talking about.]
WILDCARD
[I'm down to do a personalized starter or leave me something and I'll roll with it!]
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[She doesn't exactly seem to have much of a problem painting herself in a less than positive light, if only because right now she could care less what Molly thinks of her. It's like what Takasugi had been telling her all along - if people couldn't handle her unpleasantries then they had no right to be someone she wasted her time caring about.]
It hadn't even been my fault that time. He was lucky to make it out alive himself.
[Whatever. She gives her lips a small lick. They're beginning to stick and feel tacky thanks to the blood coating them.]
Humans are the worst.
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[Flatly, and without passion. It sounds terrible, but he's friends with a goblin and Caleb who clearly has some baggage. It's... not comfortable, and he feels like it's now his personal goal to make sure she only eats awful people, but that's as far as it'll go. He thinks he's always right in productive ways.]
This might be a personal question, but why wasn't it your fault?
[Because that is... a wildcard he'd like to know more about. And keeps the focus on other things, like you know... the fact that she's licking her lips like that. He's not anxious, but he is Keenly Aware that his hand was bleeding from when he activated Summer's Dance earlier. Always nice to be aware of these things.]
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[Not...that she hasn't slaughtered a bunch of people before in the past, but this time it was different. They hadn't wronged her. There hadn't been a personal grudge or reason for her rage this time around.]
It made me angry...so very, very angry...so those who ended up in my way unfortunately were ended.
[Quite literally.]
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That thing... Is unnatural in a way that is far, far different from the normal kind of unnatural things like that are. I'm not surprised it was fucking people up. It's hard to imagine anyone holding you accountable in that situation. I mean- and with all respect- you still did it, but that's clearly not something you just do.
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It doesn't matter. Monstrous things are done by monsters, as far as some are concerned.
[The fact she's got a chewed bone in her hand doesn't exactly help refute her comment either...]
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[....] But, and this is for personal reference, can you eat other things?
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I can eat other things, yes. I love eating.
[She's quite the glutton, after all. She sort of demolished her birthday cake.]
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[Look, he's being really nice about it. That doesn't mean it's not something that makes him really wonder what his life is right now.]
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Yes, she really is that easy. One of her sticky hands finds his, giving it a squeeze.]
Okay Molly.