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Yes. She nibbled on the bait and teased the one dangling it while considering every angle. What it could cost her. Things she could gain. How much of it were true. Chosing would be much easier if everything was laid out in detail. Of course it was much harder to feel trust towards someone who were known for tricking others and going after vulnerable people.
"Hmm. If you are so sure of this, then there would be no reason for sweet talk, tricks or little white lies. I would apreciate more honesty and clarity." Circe decided to stay quiet about what was now condemned by Regulus. It was not for her to judge past sins like kidnappings or torture since she had done similar things. The time of imprisonment had been a harsh reality for every man who stepped on her island. Did she regret any of it? Sort of. But hating herself wouldn't solve anything. Enjoying life was a far better alternative.
Circe smiled ever so sweetly while watching Regulus. Expecting her to have a much stronger reaction to the mockery suggestion. Surprisingly enough there was only smiles and a moving gaze. There was a minimal wrinkle between her eyebrows as Regulus let go before standing up. What was happening? Not a word was uttered until she had ripped a paper bill apart.
Tsh.
So much for all of the lofty promises of giving her everything she ever wished for. How could one ever build a partnership if one partner went back on every single word? Though it was better to have it clearly spelled out now than never. Still it seemed unfair to enter a deal were one person couldn't make demands or counter offers. All of it was fishy and had murky implications regarding consent. Regardless of every warning bell set off in her mind she couldn't deny it was very tempting. Circe looked at the card once again before watching Regulus. Her own body. To live was all about taking what was given. One couldn't evolve without taking risks. On another note, wasn't it egoistic to keep living within people like this?
"Thank you, my dear." Circe chirped with a bright smile while giving her a playful wave. "Until next time then." Though her bright smile was instantly gone as Regulus moved out of sight.
For a moment she simply sat there while studying the business card. Then she emptied her glass and stood up. Ready to let Eve take charge after moving halfway to the front door. Both hands turned to fists as Circe quickly turned with fast steps to snatch Regulus business card. After placing it in Eve's bra she stepped off to give all control to her host. Eve looked around in confusion before leaving the restaurant.
@fallesto
So they know a little bit then.
That was fine, that can be worked with, words hold power, that was the truth, but it wasn’t really needed, the authority that they held was absolute, there was no power within the world, within any world at all that can overcome it when it was placed, but caution always, back then and especially now, to secure a deal always, why marriage had been used before a long time ago, a contract between two people, that heaven and earth will acknowledge and cannot be broken unless both parties agree to it, and they never did, gave them full and complete control, but it was just layers they had to add onto it, there was nothing at all stopping them from taking a heart for themselves, that was so simple, it could be done right now without them even knowing it happened, it was something else, the benefits of it, love was a fickle thing and it can flow, or be squeezed for mere droplets, wasteful, they wanted, everything a heart could offer.
“You are interested, very much so, you are interested, your eyes betray you before your mouth even opens, your thinking about it, but you have some concerns, I understand that, so again please, by all means, think it over, my days of kidnap and torture are very much behind me, they are not needed anymore and well, such things are frowned upon, I have gone to great efforts to make something for myself, and as before, I like clean slates all around, I will aid you if you ask, for nothing in return, so that the scales are adjusted, I cannot live knowing that I owe someone, something and they think me inferior for not settling.”
As she would take the drink, notice the card being placed down as well, the counter offer being made, as a smile spread across her lips, well if she knew anything, then she knew this for certain, that was not going to happen, they had an interest, in certain things, but when had they ever known them to be like that, ever, it was about love, nothing other than love and the power it can bring, everything else, falls one way or another and they are not chasing such a thing for themselves, as she would remain there, holding her hands for a moment before she would stand up and look at her, slipping out from the chair and to the side of the table as the bill would come and she would lift it and tear it into two, this one was free then, for her, seeing as they where indeed old friends.
“Think it over, but there are no counter offers and no demands, I don’t work like that, you know this better than anyone else, take as long as you need and if you change your mind, well you know where to find me, come to my apartment, I wrote it on the back of the card, if you are interested and if not, then our paths will never cross with one another again, live your life, live it well, enjoy it for all it is as well, being nothing more than a passenger, I thought you to be someone who truly wanted a life, a real life and all that can come with it, but you know, nothing can be given, you have to take it and you need friends to do it, powerful friends, and like before, there is no one stronger than me, it is just, different, what strength is now to humans.”
A small bow of her head as she stepped back, she had work to do now, clients, people to see, and an apartment to go back to and get some sleep for the night, all it was for her, was endless work, over and over, endless work and managing all of this, while the kingdom was gone, spouses dead, the entire order was dead and buried, it was not even a story, it has all been lost to the sands of time themselves, she remained, she always remains and with this one or without, she will continue, she will push forward and she will ensure those under contract with her, will continue to do as she says, go to where she wishes for them to go, post what she says, do shows, movies, music, every single corner and angle of the media, had her hands within it to try and reach as many people as possible, but this was one country, she needed the entire world and she needed someone, that was able to work with her, understand what she was after and aid her to gain what she wished for.
“Have a pleasing night, on the house.” As she turned and would leave, letting her think it over then some more and take the offer to come and find her at her home, or not, live her life, a short life as well, and forget about this, or take the bait that has been tossed into her lap and see what can happen when one, just, for once in there life, wishes to be greedy.
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"Hmm. Maybe. There's a lot to process."
Oh. The tune was changing now. How amusing. Circe made sure to listen closely to make sure nothing was passing by. There could be clues as to how Regulus made deals and Circe had to be careful with every word. Saying 'yes', 'I do' or something along the lines might be part of it. It had to be something verbal as she didn't have any paper to sign.
"Wasn't it your debt to me we spoke about? What do I owe you?" Maybe it was a slip on the tongue or perhaps Regulus truly believed there was something Circe owed her. Talking in monologues could be how she confused and tricked others. Most people would probably tune out. "There are no grudges love." Her voice was ever so sweet as she played up an act of pure adoration. While fooling around with each and every word she had yet to agree to anything. Sooner or later there would be more cracks in those monologues. "I have no intention of harming you. You are just the sweetest little thing my dear friend." Yeah no. Friends didn't try to trick each other into making strange deals.
It wasn't her first time being promised incredible things and it wouldn't be the last either. Every sales person had their own little routine to make it as convincing as ever. Beautiful flattery with constant fishing for something that would lure people in. Things people wished for. Regulus had caught on and done some homework but it wasn't enough for Circe to simply accept the job offer.
"Hmm. Most people, huh?" It was said in a sweet tone while her gaze was fixated on the other woman. This game turned better by the minute. Why would she make it easy for her?
The card dropped as Regulus grabbed her hands for another part of the theatrics. So many promises. One could start to wonder how all of it would be taken care of or how much were simply empty words. To become a beloved star with great riches. Her true self with the body she had before dying, twice. This entire country would belong to Circe. Surely some of these pretty words had been given other women who later on agreed. All of these things were incredibly tempting so it would be unfair to call others out for taking a shot of possible sucess.
"Whatever I want..."
Circe bit down on her lower lip before inching closer. "What if I wish for you as my sex slave and a break down of patriarchy?"
@fallesto
There have been rumors.
The past hundred years, there have been stories, of deaths of men and women, that have been buried and covered up, people clutching their chests and falling over and dying, within their prime as well when there was no sense and reason towards it, and when cut open for the report, the heart was missing, no surgical cuts, no wounds, no entry, it was just gone, as if someone had managed to take it from them without anyone knowing, killing them in the process, different methods have been tried over the centuries, to remain hidden from the world, no one was left, everyone was dead and so they went into hiding, until everyone forgets, but every handful of years, they needed a new heart, along with a new vessel, to ensure there own survival.
“The truth is written by the victors.” That was obvious. “Besides, that story is old, very old, no one believes it.”
The food was placed down, as the world has changed now, how it has changed, to a brand new world, filled with advances the likes of which would never have been possible before, humans have broken through now, they create such wonderful things and chase the new, they have reached for the stars, taken the moon, been into space, made their lives easier and with it, connected every single human on the world, through phones, computers, the interest, apps, social media, so much, making this possible now, for them to begin to work on something they have been planning, as they would stand and look at the flamingo wearing a top hat. “A friend of yours?” A quip and tease as they would move and sit down before them.
There are some pieces missing to what they need, tattoos might be something that could be used to aid them going forward.
“... and not for old times sake.” Restaurants, beauty clinics, hair salons, anything and everything that had the preparation and buildup for love and dates, they had their hands in it, they have been buying land, buildings, for hundred of years, to ensure that all of these things, the rent goes to them, they own them, they have a piece within them, there name was attached, so that they could watch, linger and ready themselves for what they were going to do, picking a body now that was easier on the eyes and sweet, innocent and pure, that no one would suspect of anything as they would sit before them, snap there fingers and have drinks placed down.
“Modern world, new rules, new ways, new everything, adapt or die has always been the natural order of things, the others died, I adapted, I am just wondering, why you are here, for a meal and drinks, nothing more?”
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This was such a strained farce. Things had ended so badly before they parted ways. It wasn't surprising that both of them treaded carefully through this conversation. Figuring each other out through pleasentries and small statements. At the same time there was something comforting in meeting someone from the old world. Someone she shared memories and history with. This was perhaps the most sad truth of immortality. Everyone Circe met were destined to die and living in another body could create such a close bond. What made her continue cheating death was pure habit and a wish to find a body of her own.
Had she changed as much as Regulus claimed? Maybe. Though at the time she had mostly been spiteful at being close to men and Regulus had been a man. Seeing the female form of Greed was honestly easier to deal with. Easier on the eyes. There was no fuming ball of need to kick privata parts. Perhaps Circe had been somewhat humbled by every host she encountered too.
Circe patiently listened to the monologue being used to snare her. Was there any truth in those statements of warm feelings? It was hard to believe such things even existed within the sin. She found it even harder to believe a body would be given to her without anything in return. "That's quite a generous offer darling. Maybe a bit too generous as we just started this friendship. I know for a fact that it'll take a toll on you in this day and age. But I do apreciate the offer."
Circe took another sip while studying her. This was a side of Regulus she rarely saw. All she could remember was an angry man-child or someone who snared people into traps. Though, this whole thing could be part of some masterplan. Butter her up with promises and pretty words. All of it sounded promising. Having a body of her own created a sense of freedom. Eat whatever she wanted. Create new friendships. Enjoying food. Make love. Gosh.
If it was anything Circe missed it was sex.
Regulus truly loved to talk. Each time she pointed something out it was met with a heavy monolouge. Circe started to laugh as soon as it ended. "You are laying on the sale speach too much Regulus." The card was still in her hand as she leaned her chin against the other hand. "I know what people want. Money. Beauty. Love and sex. You want me to bring these fantasies for money, fame and my own body, yes or no?" For now she decided to stay quiet about what Regulus would get from all of this. It was pretty clear from her point of view that all the admiration somehow would feed the sin with love.
@fallesto
There have been rumors.
The past hundred years, there have been stories, of deaths of men and women, that have been buried and covered up, people clutching their chests and falling over and dying, within their prime as well when there was no sense and reason towards it, and when cut open for the report, the heart was missing, no surgical cuts, no wounds, no entry, it was just gone, as if someone had managed to take it from them without anyone knowing, killing them in the process, different methods have been tried over the centuries, to remain hidden from the world, no one was left, everyone was dead and so they went into hiding, until everyone forgets, but every handful of years, they needed a new heart, along with a new vessel, to ensure there own survival.
“The truth is written by the victors.” That was obvious. “Besides, that story is old, very old, no one believes it.”
The food was placed down, as the world has changed now, how it has changed, to a brand new world, filled with advances the likes of which would never have been possible before, humans have broken through now, they create such wonderful things and chase the new, they have reached for the stars, taken the moon, been into space, made their lives easier and with it, connected every single human on the world, through phones, computers, the interest, apps, social media, so much, making this possible now, for them to begin to work on something they have been planning, as they would stand and look at the flamingo wearing a top hat. “A friend of yours?” A quip and tease as they would move and sit down before them.
There are some pieces missing to what they need, tattoos might be something that could be used to aid them going forward.
“... and not for old times sake.” Restaurants, beauty clinics, hair salons, anything and everything that had the preparation and buildup for love and dates, they had their hands in it, they have been buying land, buildings, for hundred of years, to ensure that all of these things, the rent goes to them, they own them, they have a piece within them, there name was attached, so that they could watch, linger and ready themselves for what they were going to do, picking a body now that was easier on the eyes and sweet, innocent and pure, that no one would suspect of anything as they would sit before them, snap there fingers and have drinks placed down.
“Modern world, new rules, new ways, new everything, adapt or die has always been the natural order of things, the others died, I adapted, I am just wondering, why you are here, for a meal and drinks, nothing more?”
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"Its all water under the bridge honey." Her voice was soft and playful while she made a hand gesture.
Tsh.
Did her old nemesis view herself as some sort of savior who was robbed from a correctly portrayal in history writing? Not even Circe was that delusional. But from what she could recall there had always been a large stroke of egoism and pride steering Regulus. It were unfortunately these streaks that Circe could recognise in herself. But she did believe there had been some emotional maturity after their last encounter.
Still.
It was hard to resist questoning how the sin had managed to survive and what kind of schemes were made behind the polished suit and tie her new host was wearing. If she remained calm it might reveal itself soon enough. That is if the olive bransch of peace would be accepted. Circe didn't want to start another feud and she was genuinly worried about the safety of her host. "You think so? I have a good thing going with this body. I'm not out here to ruin it."
The sisters of fate had quite a sense of humor this time around. Thoughts of plotting revenge was long gone before stumbling into the restaurant that just happened to be owned by Regulus of all people. Instead of spite or hatred there was a curiosity mixed with careful reservation lingering. She knew how dangerous it would be to have her as an enemy.
"Excuse me what?" Circe couldn't hide the overwhelming eagerness of gaining her own body. To no longer share place with a host. It had been a constant search to gain more magic and find or create a suitable body. This was surely some sort of trick. There was no chance in Tartarus that it would be given freely. She instantly hid her mouth by taking a sip of the offered glass. Damn it. She had already nibbled on the bait by acting so surprised.
Circe smiled at the comments that may or may not be out of lighthearted politeness.
"Old friends." For now. Their friendly status would take a drastic change if Regulus were to threat her current life. While taking another sip she noticed the business card being placed in front of her plate. There was a wrinkling of her nose as she listened. An ulterior motive. Of course.
"Client, huh?" She stared at the card before picking it up. Another mouthful of salmon was getting into her mouth. So this was Regulus scheme. Instead of forcing people into marriage she made a network of connecting women to people online. While thinking it through she kept eating until there was nothing left.
Becoming famous...
"What kind of experience are you in need of darling? Cheeky nudity?" Circe turned the card around while licking her lips clean. "Eve already has a good paying job and I don't think she will be on board with this."
@fallesto
There have been rumors.
The past hundred years, there have been stories, of deaths of men and women, that have been buried and covered up, people clutching their chests and falling over and dying, within their prime as well when there was no sense and reason towards it, and when cut open for the report, the heart was missing, no surgical cuts, no wounds, no entry, it was just gone, as if someone had managed to take it from them without anyone knowing, killing them in the process, different methods have been tried over the centuries, to remain hidden from the world, no one was left, everyone was dead and so they went into hiding, until everyone forgets, but every handful of years, they needed a new heart, along with a new vessel, to ensure there own survival.
“The truth is written by the victors.” That was obvious. “Besides, that story is old, very old, no one believes it.”
The food was placed down, as the world has changed now, how it has changed, to a brand new world, filled with advances the likes of which would never have been possible before, humans have broken through now, they create such wonderful things and chase the new, they have reached for the stars, taken the moon, been into space, made their lives easier and with it, connected every single human on the world, through phones, computers, the interest, apps, social media, so much, making this possible now, for them to begin to work on something they have been planning, as they would stand and look at the flamingo wearing a top hat. “A friend of yours?” A quip and tease as they would move and sit down before them.
There are some pieces missing to what they need, tattoos might be something that could be used to aid them going forward.
“... and not for old times sake.” Restaurants, beauty clinics, hair salons, anything and everything that had the preparation and buildup for love and dates, they had their hands in it, they have been buying land, buildings, for hundred of years, to ensure that all of these things, the rent goes to them, they own them, they have a piece within them, there name was attached, so that they could watch, linger and ready themselves for what they were going to do, picking a body now that was easier on the eyes and sweet, innocent and pure, that no one would suspect of anything as they would sit before them, snap there fingers and have drinks placed down.
“Modern world, new rules, new ways, new everything, adapt or die has always been the natural order of things, the others died, I adapted, I am just wondering, why you are here, for a meal and drinks, nothing more?”
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"I can't argue with that logic. The brats of old man Zeus was painted as heroes after all." She hummed while being reminded of the endless youtube discourse picking apart Greek mythology. Her life had become a myth, but there was a comfort in knowing that scholars in general tried to lift gender norms and empower history of women. "We are old relics, love."
The salmon had a delightful smell and her mouth started to water from hunger. It had been a long day of window shopping, going to the hair saloon and hanging out with Eve's friend group.
Circe had no real complains towards her fun loving host. Truth to be told she had quickly grew fond of Eve despite her lack of magic potential. Eve was confident, bubbly and quite talented as an artist. If Circe against all odds would gain a body of her own she liked to imagine them being close friends. All the spite towards Regulus had somewhat softened through the years since she had focused on helping her hosts to blossom. Sharing a body required a mutual balance as there was a risk of being kicked out if her host had enough. Getting closer also meant she could learn new things faster. Languages. History. Technical miracles. How to drive a car.
And how to navigate modern media.
Circe smiled and looked at the flamingo before facing Regulus. "Believe it or not but she picked it before I knew her." Then she pointed to her full chest. "As well as these."
Hmm?
Was she worried? From the looks of it everything seemed to go well. Though every remark started to pique her interest. How did Regulus thrive in this world? Having a harem would not fly in this day and age. Somehow she pund ways to bring more hearts into her collection. Somehow she started to doubt it was simply about restaurants and food.
No.
She shouldn't stick her nose in her business. It was bad enough to constantly shifting bodies. Getting involved would make things much more dangerous and complicated.
"New friend and olds friends in this modern world. Sweetheart, I have nothing to gain by poking a sleeping bear. My host and I are hungry. She walked into this restaurant with a full credit card. I took over to say hi." After speaking up she changed position to lean forward and take a bite size of salmon on her fork before eating. "Mm. Delicious."
@fallesto
There have been rumors.
The past hundred years, there have been stories, of deaths of men and women, that have been buried and covered up, people clutching their chests and falling over and dying, within their prime as well when there was no sense and reason towards it, and when cut open for the report, the heart was missing, no surgical cuts, no wounds, no entry, it was just gone, as if someone had managed to take it from them without anyone knowing, killing them in the process, different methods have been tried over the centuries, to remain hidden from the world, no one was left, everyone was dead and so they went into hiding, until everyone forgets, but every handful of years, they needed a new heart, along with a new vessel, to ensure there own survival.
“The truth is written by the victors.” That was obvious. “Besides, that story is old, very old, no one believes it.”
The food was placed down, as the world has changed now, how it has changed, to a brand new world, filled with advances the likes of which would never have been possible before, humans have broken through now, they create such wonderful things and chase the new, they have reached for the stars, taken the moon, been into space, made their lives easier and with it, connected every single human on the world, through phones, computers, the interest, apps, social media, so much, making this possible now, for them to begin to work on something they have been planning, as they would stand and look at the flamingo wearing a top hat. “A friend of yours?” A quip and tease as they would move and sit down before them.
There are some pieces missing to what they need, tattoos might be something that could be used to aid them going forward.
“... and not for old times sake.” Restaurants, beauty clinics, hair salons, anything and everything that had the preparation and buildup for love and dates, they had their hands in it, they have been buying land, buildings, for hundred of years, to ensure that all of these things, the rent goes to them, they own them, they have a piece within them, there name was attached, so that they could watch, linger and ready themselves for what they were going to do, picking a body now that was easier on the eyes and sweet, innocent and pure, that no one would suspect of anything as they would sit before them, snap there fingers and have drinks placed down.
“Modern world, new rules, new ways, new everything, adapt or die has always been the natural order of things, the others died, I adapted, I am just wondering, why you are here, for a meal and drinks, nothing more?”
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What was once history turned into legends as time steadily moved on from the ending witch cult. Battles had been lost while magic became sparce and separated from common mortals. She had shifted into other bodies instead of getting involved in annoying wars or dying from horrible disasters. Circe kept moving through centuries with different hosts to find the perfect body and ways to gain more power. Unfortunately it was still an on going search as this body with its silicone enhanced chest had very little to offer regarding magic.
Her dark brown eyes lingered at the golden hues. While doing so she leaned back and lazily moved one leg to lay on top at the other. The yellow dress was barely reaching her knees but drooped down like a curtain. "Well. Every story has a seed of truth." Her own voice came out of the host's mouth. A bright smile was formed while black silky ringlets of hair rested along her bare shoulders. Circe adjusted the bra strap which almost covered this strange tattoo of a flamingo wearing a top hat. The host Eve earned money by making tattoos and was obsessed with flamingos.
Eve was on holiday when they entered this establishment by pure coincident. There was genuinly no ulterior motive as Eve had been in charge until sitting down. Circe couldn't resist taking over as she saw the eerily familiar white hair and those golden eyes. How unexpected this meeting was. How long had it been?
"I'm here for the food. That's it." While speaking she made a gesture towards the items before picking up the glass and took a long sip of it. "I see you had a wardrobe change, my dear. You look good in suits and ties."
@fallesto
Once upon a time there was a greedy ruler who conquered lands and brought home wives to live in a grand castle. While bringing riches from all conquests cities burned to carcoal and large areas of the world was left with sand dunes. Despite all riches and collected hearts the need for more was urging them to search for more. A greedy heart it was that kept beating year after year.
Never aging. Never changing.
Times have changed.
The world has changed, progress as always, the downfall of the witching cult, the downfall of everything as well, another great calamity and the world changing forever, with time moving forward, pushing ahead and marching onwards always and centuries, so many centuries have twisted, turned and pushed ahead, to make the world, a very different place indeed, magic, blessings, spirits, all of that and so much more as well, has merely faded from living memory and come to be nothing other, than a story, so much so that humans have moved on, they cannot remember centuries ago, they believe it all to be the truth in a way, stretched out a little bit more, and none of it to be the truth at all, just stories told by those back then, a simple explanation used to brush it all away.
“I’ve heard this story before, it’s very old and I believe they have made a movie about it which will be out soon, but that is it, it’s just a story, it is not to be believed at all.”
Greed always finds a way, the oldest and strongest sin, it had been said before, they would always manage to cheat death no matter what happens, they were natural, they were born a sin, a witch had not made them, they were not created from a deadly box and gifted, no the world made them, a mistake or not, it was impossible to say, as she would place the food down on the table, the plate and the drink, as she looked at Circe, it only makes sense that this one was alive as well, but it was so long ago, countless lifetimes ago, and while they were still sinful and horrid, the world had changed, so they had to change.
“Don’t believe everything you read.” About the story of greed. “You left out, the part, the warning, beware of greed, that is the part they always forget.”
As she looked down at her for the moment, she had not done anything wrong, there where other ways, to gain what was needed to live, so many other ways, humans had changed, the world had changed and how to be powered and kept alive, well she didn’t need what she had in the past, love has changed, the meaning and the purpose of it and she could feast of that now more than ever before as she stood there, she could not believe, that Circe had managed to find her in her restaurant within the capital, after everything she had done, to try and keep as far away as possible from anything that could interfere.
Trouble found the sinner.
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She wasn’t fast enough to open the door as Kiga did it herself without problems. The kind gesture was instead done towards Circe who smiled before entering. Instead of asking again about Kiga’s wishes she focused on what was happening as a small figure was placed on the dirty floor. Much like earlier when visiting Kiga’s farm this figure grew fast before being ordered to stop anyone from leaving or entering. Another smart trick to make sure no one would interfere.
Along with voices there was a steady flow of heartbeats along with rising feelings. The smell of cigarettes, sweat, cheap perfume and mold was still lingering in her nose as if she was standing there among their victims. So many details were available to her without even seeing any of it. Sensing things was second nature to Circe as many of her gifts were connected to transformations, manipulation of one's psyche as well as memories. Not to mention her ability to enter someone’s mind, communicate with animals or move things with a simple gesture. Though manipulating non biological objects to shift form was somewhat out of her reach. Flesh, bones or plant life came more naturally.
There was a cheeky smile as Kiga worded a compliment. Then she stepped into the elevator where memories flowed around to tell her about erotic meetings. Charming place for such things. “I’m flattered that you trust me enough to give me options.” There was a tenderness to her voice while a rustling sound kicked the elevator alive. How cheeky to announce their arrival like this instead of using the stairs or teleport. But there was no reason to hurry since nothing would get in or out without Kiga’s permission. These people were not a real threat either. Just a group of drug dealers taking advantage of people. Before the elevator stopped she could sense two men moving close by. “How sweet. A welcome committee.”
Ding.
Circe followed Kiga like a shadow as she stepped out. It didn’t take long until two men with guns came into view. “Is that how you greet two beautiful ladies?” There was a click of the tongue as she held a steady gaze forward. The purple tank top moved for a bit to show a bit of skin around Circe’s belly button as her arms crossed. Said motion pushed up her chest and framed a larger cleavage created by the v-neck design. Brown locks moved as her head tilted slightly. “It’s hard to find real gentlemen in this day and age.”
Without looking at Kiga or asking for permission she crafted a non verbal spell. Step by step both men would find it harder to hold on to their guns as fingers forced together and became hooves. “Tsh. Who am I kidding? The gentleman stereotype is all fabricated nonsense. Every single one of you are just dirty, dirty pigs.” A wide grin was growing larger by the minute as Circe lifted one hand and simply snapped her fingers. While doing so she made an acceleration movement of skin, bones and inner organs to shrink or enlarge certain areas. Shrinking arms followed by legs. More fat. Larger ears. Beady eyes. A snout. Cracking of bones as body parts were forced from their original forms. All of it came so easy to her.
@fallesto
LET ME SET THE STAGE FOR YOU.
Everything revolves around the need and want for food, it was the first thing that humans had wanted for, not the fear of darkness, not the fear of control, not even the fear of death, hardly. The first thing humans ever felt fear for, was hunger, what happens when the food runs out, what happens if there are too many mouths and too little to go around, what happens with everything that revolves around a person and there food, do you know, why she was so strong, you only have to look through the history of this world.
Humans like to fight, oh how they like to fight.
The gun devil, the darkness devil, so many devils are brought alive by the fears of humans and there power grows, based on that, it was how the entire thing works, but for her it was rather simple, humans are always scared of going hungry, as much as the world has changed, has it really, changed? Because untold thousands die every single day, without food and that is why she was as powerful as she was, and besides, she enjoyed being within the world, seeing it, tasting the food, but finally having the right mixture, of what she was meant to eat, humans, combined to what she enjoys eating, which was the meals they create.
“Hmmmm …”
She walked forward and would push open the door to the apartment building and hold it open for her new friend to walk within, as she would walk in afterwards close the door, step back and place a small figure down onto the ground, as she sighed, as it transformed into a horrid twisted, creature, the devil of doors, the fear of humans of being trapped, locked, no door working, that odd dream where you open a door and it leads to a brick wall or into darkness, was what made this devil so powerful. “No one is allowed out.” As she commanded the creature, she has such a collection of these devils, because the rules apply to them, the same as it does to humans, and everyone else, if just for one moment, they felt fear of famine, starvation, anything at all to link into that.
She would own you forever.
“You are talented.” As her eyes moved upwards, to the floors above them as those dark hues would shift and turn, able to sense the humans, track them, count them as well, dealers, there men and women, an entire operation was here ot creating drugs, selling them and pushing them into the streets, this was no hero antics as well, she merely wished to gain those who had a life, who had the chance to have something for themselves. Who had every single chance within there lives to do something, anything, good and they had thrown it all away, which means to her, they were not worth keeping, another devil would have killed them, she was merely cutting in and ensuring no other devil out there would become stronger by gaining humans like this to consume.
“Dealer's choice.”
As she pushed the button, the doors opening as they both stepped into the lift, that dings, closes and takes them up to the second floor as she would step out and just slant her head to the side, a bucket of chicken as she stares down the long hallway as two men look at them, holding guns as they just stare blankly at the two here, one women within a school uniform and another in normal clothing.
“The fuck is this shit, get the fuck outta here you two!”
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To make a contract with other worldly beings could be a great risk but she preferred the aid of someone powerful rather than facing prosecution alone in a world filled with unknown forces. Working alone in this century didn’t protect her from gods such as Zeus and she had little to no knowledge about modern witchcraft or covens. Circe had until now made attempts to stay hidden while gradually learning about a different culture. Though moving about might have left traces as she had transformed some men into animals while keeping others as her personal housekeepers. Having Kiga for protection could be a way for her to learn more about this world. Not to mention how much easier it would be to cover former mistakes.
“Of course my dear.” Her tone was sweet as she mentally took note of Kiga’s food preferences. While taking in what was said in that fleeting comment she started to recognise the reasoning which put everything in perspective. Those with rotten morals tasted better which was why Kiga put emphasis on staying away from innocent people. Instead of constantly still her hunger with human flesh she was feeding on animals which was somewhat puzzling. Circe had trouble making sense of it before realizing that Kiga must enjoy the taste more. Then tasting a sandwich with pig meat from a former human with twisted tendencies must be enhancing every flavor. No wonder she craved more of it.
If she was putting everything together properly Kiga wasn’t only interested in feeding herself but had great interest in protecting food industries. The reasoning must be production and demand as there wouldn’t be restaurants, workers or customers without food to go around. Such a crafty being to play the long game instead of giving into instant gratification. It was quite a pragmatic mindset that differed from other deities Circe had met. Most of them acted on impulses directly.
There was no attempt to hide her pleased expression as Kiga only expected what was possible and would pay accordingly. Work that went beyond expectations would be rewarded greatly. All in all she viewed it as a fair deal.
Excellent.
She was somewhat surprised by how lax Kiga’s grip was in comparison to her own. It was only a moment of skin contact without dramatical effects before the handshake was over. If there was any form of magic sealing their work contract she couldn’t feel any of it. Discussing these dark matters in such a mundane setting with Kiga stuffing herself was quite bold as there was a possibility of eavesdropping. Though having meetings openly had the advantage of being protected from violent attacks as there was a crowd of bystanders without connection to Kiga or Circe herself. That is if said attacker had any form of moral compass. Circe couldn’t help but admire how fearless her new colleague was. Dangerous, beautiful and fearless. For now she had no plans of double crossing or using spells to influence her but there was no telling if Kiga had such thoughts brewing underneath the hunger based actions. Though moving through life without taking risks was not worth living and Circe for better or worse took a liking to gambling.
After Kiga collected what was left from her meal they were suddenly transported somewhere else. Circe once again tensed up but remained calm otherwise as her gaze wandered to take in their environment. A dark alleyway surrounded by noises of wandering people and music from busy streets. Then she followed Kiga towards an apartment complex. She already suspected the purpose of this visit to be related to her new role as a food provider. “What kind of meat do you wish for, my dear?” While asking, she walked past Kiga to open the door. It was a polite gesture seeing as her new found friend held a bucket with one hand and gingerly took bites from a drumstick. “Pig, goat or something else?” There was a playfulness in Circe’s tone while she could feel a foul stench from the hallway.
When opening up her magical gate in preparation there was a turquoise glow which moved like waves around both pupils. A whiff of salt water could temporarily be felt by those who were sensitive to magic. After blinking twice there was no glow anymore but it didn’t remove how magic flowed within her. Memories of violence, anger and fear were within this building but underneath it was longing for normality as well as other wishes. Voices blended together before fading. “Am I correct to say we are going upstairs to the second floor?”
@fallesto
It was a simple request really and nothing more than that, stand at her side and lend her aid, or not, it was up to her, she was not going to do anything to them anyway, hardly, she was not going to turn around and murder them, pull them to pieces and kill them right there and then, that was not how this worked, if she didn’t want to aid her, then she was free to turn around, stand up and walk out that door and go back into the city and find something for herself and that would be it then, her interest would turn onto something else and she would seek to try and work towards her own goals on her own, that was not going to be something she would hold against anyone, she was a devil, that was true, but she had her own interests, needs and wants, as long as no one sniffed around too much and ruined what she was working towards, then there was hardly going to be any need for concern and worry.
Still the offer was placed down before her, money, protection, a means and a way to make it within this world without anyone wanting to get to her and ruin it, because it hardly even needed to be said, the women across from her, someone, somewhere, out there.
Will want her dead.
Did she even need to list the reasons why, she was dangerous and loyal to no one, that was reason enough to find yourself a target and have hunters sent after you to end your life.
She ate as she would have this little business meeting go on in the last possible place someone would actually hold such a meeting, within a restaurant that serves fried chicken, as she continued to eat her meal, knowing that the person before her, seemed to be powerful, cunning and above all else, dangerous as well, she merely shrugged as she dipped some chicken into gravy and ate it, if she wished to fight her and challenge her, the results will not go the way that she would want, killing yourself would be so much more better, than actually trying to bring her to harm, only someone who truly wanted to die, would try anything to harm her, seeing as she held an army of devils to call upon, held power that she never had to use and that she mended to herself and merely wished to eat, she tried to stay as far away from such issues.
“Someone else will do the preparations, just remember the rules, only scum and filth, it will make them taste better.” Those marked for hell, they where going to be going there anyway with the sins within there lives, why not then, make a worthy meal out of them before they arrive.
“You will be rewarded and paid with each delivery.” As she would wave her hand back and forth playfully, before she would continue to eat, she was not asking for the impossible, just merely something small to begin with, the meal she had with her in the morning, what she was eating right now, just, it was not even close to the brilliance and it had to do with her and her power, what she had done, what she had done to that man, and how well he was suited now and even better to have eaten him once he was done, she had a taste, now she wanted more. “The dark underbelly of society, criminals., the baddies.” As she rolled her eyes. “Your best, is all that I ask for.” Nothing more, nothing less.
“Good.” As her hand would not grip tighter, it was held lightly as she would shake, a deal with a devil, it cannot be broken now, as she slipped her hand back from her, grabbed her bucket, poured any pieces of chicken and chips on the table up and into it and then, both of them where transported away from here, and across the city, with darkness now within the skies above them as they would stand there within a dark alleyway, clubs, music, people in the streets, seedy, dark, and awful, the worst of the worst as she walked forward with her bucket and would eat. “Here.” As she would walk towards an apartment building. “A drug den.” The worst of the worst, dealers, criminals, the baddies like they had talked about as she picked up a drumstick and started to eat it as she would casually walked forward towards the entrance.
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reading ur rp partner’s writing and wondering how ur ever gonna come up with something as brilliant
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"Who knows what goes through your mind when you blow someone's head off."
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Sounds of clicking, hissing and moving feet filled the dusty air underground were large insects had their burrows. Bones rattled or cracked each time someone moved. There was a large thud as one scorpion pushed another into a wall made of dirt. More dirt fell and made it harder to see despite a pale light peeking down from above.
Clarimonde coughed as a praying mantis large as a house silently stared down with it’s large bulging eyes. Behind it was a set of rocks together with thick rootsystems leading up to the surface. For a moment there was a staring contest before a slender but crooked insect limb belonging to their enemy snapped down like a whip. But instead of hitting the target it landed among dry bones as Clarimonde had moved to their left. It became a dance as they both moved around.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Then there was a clang as Clarimonde finally had time to lift their sword to block before moving again. Another thud was heard before they were violently knocked away like a rag doll. Clarimonde fell head first into a dirt covered rock. For a short moment they lay still before clumsily crawled to stand up. Loud wheezing sounds was replaced with a groaning. It became increasingly hard to see as everything was moving around. Every breath was strained. Clarimonde ducked to one side before moving behind hanging roots as another creature swung it’s stinger towards them. “Did you say something?”
@drakken-the-beast-hunter
#drakken-the-beast-hunter#roleplay starter#violence#insects#praying mantis#scorpions#Thanks for the ask <3#Clarimonde speaks
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The key word was manage as it usually described a life of surviving rather than living. Circe could emphasize with the notion of barely getting by. As much as her prison was suffocating in its isolation there had been a certain comfort of being treated like royalty but outside it she wasn’t acknowledged as a real threat since those who had knowledge were no longer alive. Circe was not a native to this community or history which put another layer of feeling alienated when waking up from her slumber. There was a language barrier blended together with cultural and historical differences that left her confused. Navigating through a world of metal, cement and electricity was still foreign to her as norms had shifted drastically. Money could be either coins, small paper looking items or numbers on a screen. Gold or trading with animals was not a common custom. Languages had evolved. Women had more say. She wasn’t exactly living as there was a constant search for knowledge, power and comfort.
Living according to herself was the enjoyment of a luxury life. Scrambling for scraps was survival and at the moment there was much more to do in order to get ahead in this culture.
There was only a small nodding without questions or objections. Though Circe personally loved when her subjects crawled on their knees to utter her name in fear or praise there was no reason to go against Kiga’s wishes. With Kiga mentioning a number of names used to describe her there seemed to be no fear of being harmed. Knowing someone's name could be a source of power in a magical sense as it made spells more powerful. A name holds identity and memories. To use someone’s name when casting spells were ways to keep control, At the same time it could be a way to assert dominance or show affection. Kiga was probably stating her rule from another perspective than fear of spellcasting. Fear was only a factor in those who had something to lose and believed it would be hard to defend it.
She sighed in relief at the revelation. Being forced to slaughter and cook animals for an unknown amount of time was not the stepping stone Circe wished to go through. It was against her principles. While listening she was reminded of the demon with a chef hat who was ordered to find meat. “Thank you. I’ve had enough of slaughtering animals.”
It was somewhat surreal to talk openly about turning people into animals for slaughter while being surrounded by oblivious restaurant customers. There was a smirk as Circe watched people chewing eagerly on juicy pieces of chicken or drinking orange colored soda. As Kiga spoke up again she turned to quietly listening to every word without interruption. The different types of people to avoid resembled a strange shopping list blended together with dating preferences. “That will be a lot of work my dear.” Filling a farm could take some time as she had to find people, luring them to an isolated place and finally turning them. It would be especially difficult to meet Kiga’s demands while keeping up with her constant hunger. All of it without alarming the government or picking a fight with crime bosses. Though it sounded thrilling to clean out the dark underbelly of society and rattle criminals. Her smirk grew wider. “But I’ll do my best to find as much meat as you desire.”
So far there was nothing that would directly work against her own goals to step up in society. Neither did it go beyond her somewhat skewed morality or what she did normally. There wasn’t anything too restricting by the job descriptions either. At this point Circe had no reason to say no and with how powerful Kiga proved to be it would probably harm herself if she did. Circe hummed and looked at the outstretched hand before staring at her mouth as it kept chewing on a piece of gravy dipped chicken. While watching Kiga she lifted her own hand before firmly doing a handshake. The gamble of employment had started.
“I’m glad to do business with you my dear.”
@fallesto
It had been some time indeed for her since she had spoken to anyone at all, she hardly wished to be within the mortal realm at all, but when her sister was murdered she was forced to come here, but not for the reasons anyone thought, she was not here to reign down a great evil or burn the land to nothing other than ash, she merely wished to see what was so interesting about this place in the first place that brought her sister her and caused all of this and she had to admit she was hardly disappointed, the food was so tasty here.
“I manage.”
To do without, devils needed to eat humans, it was just natural, and they were meant to taste wonderful, but for her, well it was not quite the same, humans tasted disgusting, always had, always will, best to feed of the fears they have, but even then, well endless centuries of doing such a thing meant that she had nothing to be concerned about, humans have been worrying about going hunger from the moment they walked out the caves and picked up a wooden club and started to work to solve that, hardly going to change now days, but for herself, the food was good, it was so good, it just lacked a certain little, kick that she needed, despite how much she eats.
“Don’t use my name, around others, unless necessary.”
She was not someone who liked anyone, cowering or hiding behind her name, using the famine devil of all things, was the most unwise thing anyone could ever do, ever. She was not that kind of devil, contracts, did not interest her, nor did her pawns as well, you only had to look at them to see what the price of failure was, that she would turn you into a small toy and keep you within her pocket or on a shelf to stay there until she forgives, or forgets, or more than likely, enough times passes and she needs for you.
“There is no sickness.”
Over time her powers have grown, to an alarming level, teleportation was simple among other things she can do, but that was neither here nor now, not when her main focus was on the simple thing, what could Circe do for her, what can Circe do to her to aid her. “You are not cooking.” As she would shake her head, eating one of the chicken burgers before it was gone, before she had opened another and started to eat that. “I’ll have that useless devil do it, they have a debt that needs to be paid.” For not following her commands and thinking it would be wise to try and summon another devil within the world when she had told her already, not to stray from her plans, she wished for things, to be perfect, the way she wanted them to be.
No, Circe was not going to cook, not when she had the fallen devil at the farm who knew all about slaughtering, cooking and presentation, giving them a chance to earn some form of redemption, otherwise she will turn that devil back into a small plastic figure and eat them if they manage to get on the wrong side of them again. “Everything, the farm is empty, fill it.” With what was needed, and the devil will take care of the rest, humans where horrid, they tasty nasty, but what Circe served her, was something within the middle, the food she enjoyed, with all the benefits and gains of eating a human as well, it was win win within her mind.
“No one pure, no one innocent, no one who is a chef, a waitress, who works with food, who even stocks food and puts it onto a shelf, nothing to do with them.” She can do as she wished, but no human who serves in the food industry was allowed to be harmed at all, she will not allow the flow of food that she enjoys to ever be tarnished.
“Here …” As she dipped some chicken into the gravy pots and continued to eat as she held out her hand. “Take it and shake it.” And it would be done, as simple as that, all she had to do, was supply animals to the farm, that was it and in exchange, she will ensure no one harms her, in anyway at all, unless she breaks her contract and her rules, that was it, a simple deal, for a simple stream of meals.
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I want to write again. My fairytale has been collecting dust for so long and I miss writing flimsy fairytale logic.
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A little irl update.
I had a job interview this week and was quite overwhelmed about it. I felt like I didn't too well but we'll see what comes of it. I've been spending time at the manga club to hang out with people.
I'm currently picking up my assignment again as I need to get it done before going back to university.
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A Touch of Frost Sentences, Vol. 1
(Sentences from A Touch of Frost (1992-2010). Adjust phrasing where needed)
"Could you please pull yourself together and act like a mature human being!"
"Just so you know, I don't like to eat anything green."
"Everyone was right; you're not very nice to know."
"Swear to me that you had nothing to do with this!"
"I am concerned that the wrong officer may be in charge of this investigation."
"I'm trying to preserve the reputation of this force!"
"I find you incredibly offensive!"
"Who knows what goes through your mind when you blow someone's head off."
"What are we talking about now? Politics?"
"I'm sorry if I got a bit maudlin this morning. I sometimes get overwhelmed by self-knowledge and the sudden realisation that I'm useless. It's my only vice."
"I hope you'll accept my apology. Manners never were my strong point."
"I'm a little concerned about the way you dress."
"From the state of her face, there must have been blood everywhere - but as you can see, the place is immaculate. No blood, no mess. Everything in its place. He must have tidied up after himself."
"You're lonely, and sometimes loneliness turns to bitterness."
"You know how I hate computers. There's only one way to catch criminals, and that's good, old-fashioned police work!"
"You used to be with the Serious Crime Squad, didn't you?"
"Did you know that more people die at four o'clock in the morning than any other time?"
"I don't think I like your attitude."
"You know, it'd have been a lot easier if you'd come clean when we first spoke to you."
"I don't care about you. Not anymore."
"What are you doing here, apart from trying to avoid me?"
"Insensitive is my middle name."
"You can't put a tick in the 'no publicity' box, you know."
"Bravery's good news. It's got to be maximised."
"We all come out of this a lot less human than we went in."
"You have a very individual approach to detection, but we're all part of a team, and teamwork's what gets us results!"
"Eccentrics are only tolerated so long as they come up with the goods."
"What makes you think you're such a catch? A scruffy copper who only comes home when he feels like it?"
"The way to deal with dogs and horses is to show you're not afraid of them. Is it the same with policemen?"
"Out of order is no good to anyone. Out of step is much better. That way, you tread on the bits the other people miss."
"You live, and you die, and the difference doesn't affect a single person in the whole world. It's as if you hadn't been here in the first place."
"Just because we're loyal to each other doesn't mean we have to be faithful."
"I cannot for one moment believe that any breach of confidence on your part was deliberate, but your haphazard way of working was always bound to lead to this kind of cock-up!"
"You're selfishly coming between two people who care for each other!"
"You're a hard, callous bitch! You're just using me!"
"When have you ever had a lasting relationship?"
"We are in the middle of a murder enquiry! I think private lives can wait!"
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He was honestly more worried about being outed than getting killed by the navy. Though from her body language and harsh demeanor it was more likely she viewed him as a pirate. Fair enough. Her conclusion wasn’t surprising with the way Sigfrid was acting. One day he had to learn the art of lying without stuttering or running his mouth with enough word salads to open a salad store. “So, are you actually gonna help me?” Sigfrid backed a few steps while wincing in pain as she stepped closer.
“Well. You don’t really know me so it wouldn’t be a lie.” He muttered but made no more attempt to get back at her. It would be stupid to bite someone who was trying to lend him a helping hand. On the other hand Sigfrid wasn’t sure how much he could trust someone who worked with the marine.
His odd pair of eyes followed her pointing finger. As far as he knew she was heading at the opposite end of town. Away from the marine’s headquarter. It was somewhat reassuring but she could still take a turn to fetch some marine personnel further ahead where he wouldn’t be able to see her. But what else could he do? This town was filled with people who could easily end his suffering or turn him in for a hefty reward. “Right, go ahead. I’ll try to not piss off someone else.”
@marine-engineer-lucie
"NO!" (Lucie to Sigfrid)
Send “NO!” to watch my muse get fatally stabbed.
Sigfrid had been too slow to react when a sudden burning ran through his side near the ribs. His eyes widened while he looked down to the sword that pierced skin and flesh. It dripped heavily from the wound. Then he looked up to see who was the culprit.
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Clarimonde’s cheeks gradually turned soft pink as they gently dried him clean. Standing so close to him and being called sweet things were enough to make them blush like a bride despite being covered in blood. “You have nothing to apologize for. He gave you this gift after all.” Their voice was tender while the cloth got closer to his mouth. The movement stopped as Clarimonde stared at his lips.
@clown-demon
@swordduels
From Clarimonde to Fyodor perhaps?
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The rat sighed softly as the other took out a cloth to wipe his cheek clean of the blood he just got on himself. "Thank you, dear," he said as they cleaned it off.
"I didn't mean to get any blood on me, but it happens when you're cleaning up the sins..."
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