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We're marching, we're marching on. [Open]

Feb 12, 2011 23:13

Who: Miata, anyone who wants in
When: Day 41
Where: In the middle of town
What: Miata went looking for her sword. Then she got distracted with all of the changes.
Rating:TBA? Possibly T for violence.

( New houses. New shops. New streets... )

regina, miata

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awhitephantom February 13 2011, 19:49:31 UTC

It was less cold, it wasn't snowing, and the same instinct like before had pulled her back down to the town itself ( ... )

lilbloodeyes February 13 2011, 20:02:15 UTC

Miata wasn't aware of the pulsing thoughts, the struggle Regina had in the snow. There was...it was that scent. It made her nose twitch. Her mouth open. She tasted the scent, and her body stiffened.

It was like a warrior, but not. A struggle, a power...she was suffering.The streets and their tidy houses could wait. They weren't going anywhere. With a grunt, she turned, and walked towards the burning presence. She had felt it in the woods. She had heard her plead to ensure that she did no harm. If that wasn't a black card, she didn't know what was.

"Warrior." She said it calmly, flat. Even if this woman confessed not to be a warrior, thought fighting was foolish...this was the only title that seemed fitting. She was fighting against herself. "Warrior?"

awhitephantom February 13 2011, 20:10:50 UTC

Warrior?

She heard that name on that.. thing before, once explaining her heritage. Her blood red eye could be seen underneath the hood, looking down at her. Silver? Interesting. She had felt them and never seen them; where she had come from, all half-demons had white hair and blue eyes.

Her red eyes were a rare exception, even for them. All tall and strong... very strong. And while she could feel them out, she could not tell how strong they were, a constant ward off from her latent demonic powers. It was such a strange question... She wasn't a warrior, just a woman who had dedicated her life to her religious duties. Though the way this girl carried herself, Regina doubted she understand.

A lingering laugh on her lips, watching her breath escape her mouth in the cold, "No." It was a simple answer, neither harsh or cold, like a greeting. "Half-demon. Nephilim."

lilbloodeyes February 13 2011, 20:34:08 UTC

Red? She had never seen anyone with red eyes before. No, the awakened, when in human form, liked their natural color. Greens and browns. Hazel. Silver for the warriors, unless on surpressents. Galatea's were white and milky due to her blindless-a disability she usually forgot in the day to day.

She stared up at her face, looking at her under the hood. No signs of transformation, no gold instead of silver. That was good.Miata continued to stare with her silver eye exposed, watching, waiting for something to go wrong.
"Yes. But." She nodded to the wounds on her person. "Fighting...self. It's enough."

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