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 Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 2:59 pm
{Personality should be much the same, except without the added power effects. I think Cestmir's still going to complain about hunger alot, but she won't ever eat anything. And our powers change, too...And also our monster forms. So we might have to post new profiles...}
"Farewell, Virtues," Gavril says, and teleports away. Cestmir blinks at the spot where he was, then turns to Alarica. "Hey, do I look any different? Because you don't look different at all. But I do feel a bit strange...I think I'm just hungry again," Cestmir said thoughtfully.
{I need your input on this, Arwen. What kind of powers should they have?}
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 3:32 pm
((I don't know..I suppose they'd get a power boost from Gavril's blessing. So perhaps we'd be even better than we were before. I'd just be diligent about storing energy and kicking a$$ and you'd be able to eat other things energy but wouldn't constantly be bothered by it? I don't know...we have to have an advantage over the other sins...))
Alarica gives Cestmir a good look over, taking in the sight of her physical features throughly before answering her question, "You look very much the same only...less hungry I guess. Perhaps more normal. Similar but different...better."
Alarica shrugs, unable to really convey what she sees in a small number of words and being diligent does not mean she must also be a windbag. The former sin glances out over the landscape, her expression thoughtful. It changes slightly as she senses something on the wind, a strange pull from a few miles away.
((My senses are tingling...lol...I figure I'd sense it being diligent and all. O.o. This post is crap, I am sorry.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 4:20 pm
{No, it's not, it's good. And that's a good idea, I'll eat demonic energy, as well as normal stuff, but I don't HAVE to eat it. That's a good idea. And I like your Diligence idea too.}
"Hmmm, Okay, that's fine..." Cestmir trails off as she sees the subtle change in Alarica's face. "Wha - ?" Cestmir starts to ask, but then she feels it as well. Something is telling her she needs to go in that direction. She glances at Alarica for confirmation, then nods. Temperance begins to walk that way, feeling all the more confidant that it is the right direction.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 5:49 pm
~Alarica follows Cestmir, matching the other virtue's strides. She steals a glance at the other sins face after awhile, kind of bothered by how she hasn't whined about being hungry recently.
"Cestmir are you sure you don't want to grab a snack on the way?" She asks hesitantly, "And maybe some different clothes?"
Alarica gestures to her outfit, which looks like it has gone through a shredder. Or maybe it did before, either way she can't really remember. Leave it to Gavril to forget something like clothes.
((I'm kind of sad Gavril didn't join us... sad ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 5:50 pm
Venyrie hops from building to building, watching all the chaos unfold all over the city, everything coming together in a beautiful, intricate way. Earlier, he had felt vast demonic power released, but had been waiting for this day for quite awhile now and had decided to ignore it. But now he felt...something else. Ven stopped after his next hop and looked across the city. Something...powerful was coming, but it wasn't any of the other Noble Demons. Ven confused, turned his head to the church he had just been perched on, feeling something tugging from that direction. He wasn't sure, but he thought he had just seen something glowing. Ven shook his head as though to clear it and turned his attention back to the villiage, though he was no longer smiling as he watched, a grim look having replaced it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 7:49 pm
Cestmir stops in her tracks, turns to Alarica, and says, "Omigosh, my clothes must look horrible! I'm sorry you had to look at me as such a mess, Alarica...Wait, did you just suggest we actually do something?" Cestmir stares at her friend, then shrugs. "This is too weird. Okay, fine, let's get stop and get some better clothes...but I don't want a snack..even though I am really hungry," Cestmir adds hastily.
{Sorry. He can show up later, but he wants to make sure we're actually working for him first. I have a hard time controlling more than one character sometimes.}
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 11:58 am
((Err..Time Skip Please. I think we should wear something similar to the things they wear in trinity blood Dreya...perhaps an overrobe with slits up the thighs(for mobility), undershorts and shirts, boots and perhaps a silver cross belt(storing power in holy objects...since we are virtues now?). The overrobe could be removed if it was hot and keep us warm if it was cold and we'd be err modest and stuffs as well as inconspicious if we had a hood))
~Alarica emerges from the store victorious. It was only her newfound diligence that got her through the sea of clothing and sales clerks that had always driven her close to fits of rage before. Or as close as someone who didn't physically react to emotion could get.
The crosses attached to the chain-links on her girdle are displaced as she raises her arms to stretch, exposing her forearms as the sleeves of her heavy overrobe pool at her elbows. It's a nice and inconspious ensemble that she has purchased, fit for traveling many miles.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 2:25 pm
{YUS. I love it. Cestmir is having a cross necklace.}
Cestmir dances out of the store, feeling most noble and righteous in her new clothes. "These are amazing!" she says, flicking the shiny cross hanging from her neck. "How did you do that?" Cestmir asks Alarica. "These are the most comfortable clothes I've ever worn." Cestmir then turns back to the feeling of unrest, almost like an invisible beacon, in the distance. "Now that we're all decked out, shall we investigate?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 5:35 pm
~Alarica feels the pull as well and shifts her shoulders in response to her discomfort, lowering her arm regretfully as she moves her neck from side to side. Her weapon is an uncomfortable weight at her hip, clinking softly against her belt with each movement.
"Allright" She says, expelling the word softly with a breath of air, "Let's get going."
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