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cityofcoba2015-07-24 06:15 pm
laceandcarnage) wrote in cityofcoba2015-07-24 06:15 pm
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Who: Istas and you!
When: Day 9, midday
Where: On a random city street
What: Istas arrives, and everything is now ridiculously cold.
Istas had just stepped out of the store when it happened, brand new midnight blue petticoat in hand. She'd expected to emerge to blaring horns, towering skyscrapers, and countless busy humans rushing down the sidewalk.
Instead she emerged to a small town, surrounded by snow and land where trees could not grow. The buildings were familiar - in fact, if she wasn't mistaken, they were exactly the same as those in Kugluktuk, which had seemed so large when she was young. But the smells here that were not the scents of Kugluktuk, and the people were not the people of Kugluktuk. The place before her was not as it appeared.
It was also not New York. Istas stood frozen in confusion and bewilderment. How could she be here, in Not-Kugluktuk? She had not arrived here by plane, or run across the frozen tundras. She had only walked through a door.
Istas did not understand. And she did not like it. She spun around, wishing to flee back into the store that she had left, but it was gone. Instead there was just a house, without even any parasols for sale in the window. With an angry growl, she clawed at the door with fingernails that had grown larger and sharper, leaving deep gouges in the wood.
[[ooc: Istas wears Gothic Lolita clothing and this is her current outfit<]]
When: Day 9, midday
Where: On a random city street
What: Istas arrives, and everything is now ridiculously cold.
Istas had just stepped out of the store when it happened, brand new midnight blue petticoat in hand. She'd expected to emerge to blaring horns, towering skyscrapers, and countless busy humans rushing down the sidewalk.
Instead she emerged to a small town, surrounded by snow and land where trees could not grow. The buildings were familiar - in fact, if she wasn't mistaken, they were exactly the same as those in Kugluktuk, which had seemed so large when she was young. But the smells here that were not the scents of Kugluktuk, and the people were not the people of Kugluktuk. The place before her was not as it appeared.
It was also not New York. Istas stood frozen in confusion and bewilderment. How could she be here, in Not-Kugluktuk? She had not arrived here by plane, or run across the frozen tundras. She had only walked through a door.
Istas did not understand. And she did not like it. She spun around, wishing to flee back into the store that she had left, but it was gone. Instead there was just a house, without even any parasols for sale in the window. With an angry growl, she clawed at the door with fingernails that had grown larger and sharper, leaving deep gouges in the wood.
[[ooc: Istas wears Gothic Lolita clothing and this is her current outfit<]]
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[ He walks on the side of the building, like Spider-man, showing no fear of heights. ]
Human-turned-spirit. Guardian. Whatever word you wanna use. Usually, I can't be seen at all.
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For a moment she said nothing, simply inspecting Jack closely with watchful, wary eyes. She could not be certain if he was telling the truth, but if he was a spirit - if he was a powerful entity, with powers beyond her knowledge, then perhaps she should not risk angering him.
Also, she had no idea how to hunt prey that hung in the air like snowflakes. Her claws could not kill that which they could not reach.
"Very well. I shall believe you, and I will not tear your lungs from your body. Unless I find evidence that you are lying, of course."
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So what are you planning on doing now?
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Whereas Istas preferred to simply charge in and start removing heads.
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How much of thinking do you do?