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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 1:13 pm
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There was melancholy to her step as she walked down the dimly lit halls of the haunted house. Israfel had tried to cheer her up to no avail. Solia's mind had come back from a dream of things that could have been, a life that never was, and she mourned reality.
Mourned the fact that no matter how hard she blinded herself, the facts were there. They were irrefutable.
She'd been abandoned years ago. She'd found peace in that through a lie she told herself everyday. She'd been alone and had mindlessly, numbingly, accepted that. She would have lived a wholly unremarkable life and probably eventually have died as she lived.
Alone, abandoned.
That was a reality she escaped from when she became a hunter. Now, her reality was to live to one day die. To be useful, to contribute... but now there was at least a small difference. She had Israfel, so she wasn't alone any longer.
A heavy sigh, the cerulean light from the rose atop her bow gave the hall an unsettling glow, shiny foil packets stuck to walls and random furniture making the siren feel almost reminiscent.
That was perhaps what saddened her most. Her friend, the one who had come to know her so well, had nothing of his past. He only had her, and so he needed her perhaps as much as she needed him.
Pausing at a small counter Solia lifted one of the many dust covered packets and gave them a slightly closer inspection.
"....Protection charms?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 7:39 am
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Why she was back in the Haunted House, she had no idea. Perhaps it was a familiar habit, left over from a time when rage ruled her heart; or perhaps she simply hadn’t been paying attention, which happened more than she cared to admit. Regardless of the reason she was there now, wandering the dusty old halls aimlessly.
When she peeked closer at the little packages on the walls of this new room though, she found herself blushing darkly. Protection charms. There were…there were so many of them here! Why would they be here? Did the house just want to play a terrible joke, or did some students honestly – eugh no, thinking about that wasn’t in her best interests. Amrita shook her head, about to move on when she heard a voice she didn’t recognize. Then, peeking around a large piece of furniture, put an unfamiliar face to an unfamiliar voice. There was a moment where she considered just quietly leaving, but…
”Used to encourage safe sex between those with different FEAR levels.” Amrita explained, her voice flat. She wasn’t sure why she was telling such a thing to a Hunter, but somehow, it felt like an important thing to do. The ghoul’s presence radiated with caution; she was a good few feet from the Hunter woman, her stance wide and her form visibly tense. She was ready to fight or flee, depending on what happened now.
"Go home, Hunter."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 5:23 pm
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Solia jumped at a reply, dropping the charm on the ground, a bit of dust rising from the floor. "Safe se- Oh. Right. Condoms." She held up her hand to her face, eyes now roaming the hall which was littered with them.
"Sorry, my weapon keeps insisting they protect from surprise pumpkins and whatnot. I was wondering why they looked familiar yet.. not quite the rubbers we use." She waved it off, brown eyes pausing over Amrita's stance.
On the fact she looked broken, backwards.
She is probably born like that.
Solia stared longer.
Oh
Halloweeners come in many shapes and forms! I like her hair. She seems nice.
Snapping at the title of hunter Solia shook her head, hair bouncing around her face. "Oh no! Not yet, I'm just a trainee! I was sent to look for clues on the horsemen and this new group- Isra says we'd have luck if we travel older walkways since then we might find a back door. It can't hurt you know? Sorry if I started you, but I kind of... can't go home. Not empty handed anyway."
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 10:12 am
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"Condoms?" Amrita parroted, confused. What the heck was a condom? The human version of a protection charm? They had strange terms for things, if that was the case. Judging from the context, that was the case. Interesting.
The Patchwork's brow raised just a little at the mention of a Trainee. Ah, yes, a fledgling Hunter. Not entirely a threat to her at this point. The thought made her ease her stance just a little bit, feeling rather capable to handle this if it somehow went south. Hearing that she was here to find information on the Horsemen didn't surprise her in the slightest, but the mention of a new group did make her head tilt.
"What new gr--" Then, a nickname. One that was painfully familiar. Someone named 'Isra', huh...? She recalled what the woman had said only moments before, and she frowned. Suddenly, the idea of a new group as a threat didn't matter at all.
"Your weapon...is his name Israfel?"
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