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Salt Witch
human
21 years old
scryer
played by laika
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i've been stoned enough times to be called a martyr
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Jan 7, 2015 5:13:25 GMT
the greatest tide washed up my prize,
you.
his blood is a mixed drink, one of those exotic-looking ones, a blue blooded sunset, eyes the haze over the horizon, the day's heat still burning in his chest. a nervous warmth, a glow that's silhouetting his ribcage, backlighting his skin for the moths to beat against. he must be exuding warmth, light, something to set him apart here.
this part of shara is grey, blue, dim and ragged. iggie blinks groggily, leaning conspicuously against an inconspicuous shack dressed in black and begging to be devoured by shadow. twisting a cigarette between his fingers, he cups his hands around the end to light it, and the flame flickers, flares.
"fuck." he rubs a hand against his jacket as if to wipe it off, the flame only fed.
dmitry alexandrov
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Champion
Human
32 years old
Bodyguard/Merc
played by Southie
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Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam, et lingua eius loquetur indicium.
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Post by dmitry alexandrov on Jan 8, 2015 0:52:04 GMT
You'd nothing to fear of the Old Town; or, what could once have been called the heart of Shara. The streets were nothing but collapsed veins now, and those who couldn't leave seemed to collapse with them. Even the sky above seems to have forsaken.. Perhaps, the Goddess as well. Who could imagine her in such a dimmed grey, an artist's failed mixture of blue; there was no masterpiece here. Could you consider a witch, the one you were seeking, a redemption for such things? Perhaps. Doubtful. You sigh, feet heavy as you walk down the street. "Blessed are they who stand before the corrupt and the wicked and do not falter." you mumble to yourself, hands absently ticking against themselves like they always did. As if you were always counting something on your fingers, though you weren't sure just what. "Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just." you finish the verse to no one but yourself, something, besides your own appearance, to shy away the riddled bits of these streets. A flash of orange, white, against black, catches your attention. A man, shorter than you, almost swallowed in black; soon to be swallowed by flames - but where had they come from? Don't tell me, you thought. "Don't witches avoid setting themselves on fire?" you ask, stepping towards him. Imposing, as always, even with the white bandage stretched across your torn open cheek. You hadn't even noticed that in such a short walk it had begun to bleed through.  Petrol blues, hallelujah, hallelujah. Comes, saut dans le vide. IGGIE VAN ALLAN |
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Salt Witch
human
21 years old
scryer
played by laika
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i've been stoned enough times to be called a martyr
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Jan 11, 2015 5:21:40 GMT
the trick, is that the sparks catch just before your palm, just short of your thin skin, papery palms that will ignite, burn up quick even in their cold sweat. this trick is the easy one.
it's always easy to spark a flame - it is not easy to control it. he hisses, patting out the flames singeing his coat, the flames brushing his skin.
iggie looks up at the man, who doesn't look like he belongs either with his holy words, his bright eyes and broad chest. he looks down at the cigarette slipped from his mouth and smouldering on the ground, contemplates picking it back up, but he is a man of excess and wastefulness so he only crosses his arms. as if he is superior, not just petulant.
"the fuck are you, the imperial witch?" he isn't a very good witch, but he isn't going around admitting it.
dmitry alexandrov
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Champion
Human
32 years old
Bodyguard/Merc
played by Southie
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Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam, et lingua eius loquetur indicium.
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Post by dmitry alexandrov on Jan 11, 2015 5:36:36 GMT
Perhaps you shouldn't criticize what you seek. Never one to bite the hand that feeds; but you hadn't been fed quite yet. You still stand in front of him, your arms now crossed across your chest, as if to make a point. Still, your fingers ticked absently as if something was missing from them. And something always was, it seemed. The bandage on your cheek is almost a sharp red. Not that you've noticed, it would sit there until the blood began to drip through it; down your cheek, down your neck. Even then you probably wouldn't notice until someone else had pointed it out to you. It's striking how much he looks like a witch, you think. Pale skin, red eyes; as if he'd been swallowed up from the world, been on his own for god knows how long. They were human in the eyes of the Goddess, yes, but for what reason? His words, however, aren't as sharp as his appearance. In this moment, you grin. You could swallow him whole in a moment, superiority resting on your shoulders; swollen in your knuckles blessed by the goddess herself. (Some say the Goddess had lifted your hand, kissed it gently, for you were one of her strongest children.) You didn't entertain such thoughts, however. "If I was a witch, I sure as fuck wouldn't set myself on fire." you say, now looking down on him. "Don't tell me you're the scryer I've been looking for." you ask. You glance down at the cigarette he's left burning on the sidewalk. You're tempted to lean down and pick it up, but you'd already proven your point. Petrol blues, hallelujah, hallelujah. Comes, saut dans le vide. IGGIE VAN ALLAN |
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Salt Witch
human
21 years old
scryer
played by laika
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i've been stoned enough times to be called a martyr
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Jan 13, 2015 4:48:54 GMT
he brushes the back of a hand along his own cheek, barely conscious of the motion, but very conscious of the bloody bandage, the mountain of a man, the stronghold he's searching for cracks. iggie figures he has the look of champion, the straight-backed solemnity of someone with a purpose. (but iggie, too, has a purpose)
his nobility is buried deep, but it's in him - iggie straightens, though this is a figure refusing to be matched. "but you're not." this is the truth, the absolute facts in his favour. tendons twist, muscles atrophy, bones snap - blood can't be broken.
in reply, he only breaks into a crooked grin showing off straight teeth.
dmitry alexandrov
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Champion
Human
32 years old
Bodyguard/Merc
played by Southie
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Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam, et lingua eius loquetur indicium.
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Post by dmitry alexandrov on Jan 16, 2015 19:04:31 GMT
There are no cracks to be found. Think stone wall; think perfect architecture. Think that the weak point is concealed beneath the ribs, just pull them back a little bit. (And you would, wouldn't you?) Witches are frail. They aren't like champions. They aren't like you. And he's right, you're not. Nor would you want to be, or would you need to be. You could always seek out these children of the Goddess, and even if you couldn't you could do everything on your own. Witches bleed, burn, just like anyone else, don't they? Of course they do. "I don't need to be." you reply, still looking down on him. His smile is crooked, not sharp like yours. Sharp, sharp, that's all you ever needed. "Are you the scryer or not?" you ask impatiently, an answer not given with such a smile. Petrol blues, hallelujah, hallelujah. Comes, saut dans le vide. IGGIE VAN ALLAN |
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Salt Witch
human
21 years old
scryer
played by laika
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i've been stoned enough times to be called a martyr
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Jan 18, 2015 6:18:25 GMT
the greatest tide washed up my prize;you iggie's smile drops - he decides he doesn't like this man, who stands like a tombstone and speaks with more intent in each word (each shaped in a crisp and slightly unfamiliar way) than iggie's known in his lifetime. bones break, muscles stretch, nerves knot, but blood only runs. down the street, his eyes pick a figure from the shadow, follow its shambling movements a few seconds. "yeah, yeah," iggie says, glancing up at dmitry with something irritable and expectant in his gaze. "what do you got for me?"dmitry alexandrovmade by redox of gs |
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Champion
Human
32 years old
Bodyguard/Merc
played by Southie
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Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam, et lingua eius loquetur indicium.
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Post by dmitry alexandrov on Jan 19, 2015 1:11:11 GMT
His smile drops. You've won, teeth showing a bit more as you still stand with your arms crossed above him. Honestly, did he think himself above you? Well, obviously he didn't know your name, or didn't care. He should. You stare back at him as he looks up at you, expectant. It was easy to imagine his slender fingers slipping into pockets, lifting away what wasn't his; then sinking into the shadows. You reach into your back pocket to grab a small bag of golden coins, and you hold it above his head and jingle it slightly. "You could probably use it." you say. "Do what I need you to, and it's yours."Petrol blues, hallelujah, hallelujah. Comes, saut dans le vide. IGGIE VAN ALLAN |
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Salt Witch
human
21 years old
scryer
played by laika
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i've been stoned enough times to be called a martyr
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Jan 19, 2015 6:11:35 GMT
the greatest tide washed up my prize;you he stands with a slouch, with his hands buried in his pockets making fists. he watches dmitry with hardly any interest, gaze drifting up to the bag, the jingle of coins like he's trying to tease. iggie breaks into an incredulous, but unoffended grin. he laughs a little. he looks tired, unkempt - his mother is horrified by what he looks like (though she's always seen something majestic and rare in him), and would be even more horrified at what he's doing. but he is noble, an salt witch, esteemed of the empire, through and through. "and what am i gonna do with more gold?" he won't work for money - he doesn't need to. "you done wasting my time?" that is to say - did he have anything else to offer. dmitry alexandrovmade by redox of gs |
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Champion
Human
32 years old
Bodyguard/Merc
played by Southie
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Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam, et lingua eius loquetur indicium.
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Post by dmitry alexandrov on Jan 28, 2015 12:49:53 GMT
You should know better than to judge by mere appearances; luckily he's no monster, no misstep will get you nearly slaughtered. Your eyes narrow as the put the bag of coin back into your pocket. You have no idea who he is, or who he thinks he is. But obviously, despite his ragged appearance, he needs no coin of yours. Or anyone. He has the look of a beggar, you're tempted to drive this point but stop yourself. You need this witch, as much as you wish you didn't. Scrying wasn't something you could do. "A trade of services, then." you say, more like growl, with a grin. "...You don't know who I am, do you?" you ask. Petrol blues, hallelujah, hallelujah. Comes, saut dans le vide. IGGIE VAN ALLAN |
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Salt Witch
human
21 years old
scryer
played by laika
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i've been stoned enough times to be called a martyr
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Feb 6, 2015 5:16:14 GMT
the greatest tide washed up my prize;you the sound of coins rubbing together is monotonous. iggie shakes his head, shakes his head to clear it, shakes his head because this brutish serf doesn't know his name, his face, his titles and his talents. this is like shutting your eyes to the presence of divinity, and dmitry strikes him as god-fearing. but this is illusion, this is grandiose and this is egotism - iggie is not a god and dmitry is not afraid. whether he knows or not (he doesn't), his answer will be the same. iggie raises his brows, gives an exaggerated shrug. "and what the fuck do you do?"dmitry alexandrovmade by redox of gs |
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