JUDITH -|- 001 -|- ACTIVE
Character(s): Judith, anybody else.
Content: Tales of Vesperia makes its entrance to Paixao with a voluptuous young lady.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate.
Time: Week 17, night time.
Warnings: Judith has fangs. I think. Maybe. Does she?
The distinct sound of high heeled boots echoed throughout the hallway, as a tall, sultry figure made her weay through the corridor after being handed the standard-issue journal of Paixao. Not about to follow in her father's footsteps right away, Judith put the journal away into her satchel as she looked around... there was nothing she encountered quite like this in all of Terca Lumireis. It was possible that it was a ruin of the ancient Geraios civilization, or perhaps they were pulled into another odd labyrinth? Her poker face didn't give much way to her thoughts.
A slight smile formed on her slips as she attempted to make contact with Ba'ul or any particular Entelexeia in the vicinity. her antennae tingled a bit as she focused, yet to no avail; in this place, there was either something jamming her signal, or there were simply no Entelexeia. It was a bit harrowing, indeed, but perhaps all those nights training in the art of combat weren't wasted. Once again, she was left to fend for herself; drawing her weapon, the smallest bead of sweat ran down the side of her face as her eyes narrowed as the shadowy Heartless decided to try to make Judith her next meal.
Her antennae accenting her movements, the graceful warrior Krityan allowed the smile slightly forming on her lips to fully bloom as she swiped Heartless after Heartless, juggling them up into the air and finishing one off with a sharp jab a la a shish-kabob, then using the momentum to swing around her spear to sweep across the other Heartless. "Being an insomniac has its advantages; I won't be a victim of yours." Her sweet, soft voice made barely audible among her banshee-like battle cries.
After several more artes executed, Judith landed onto the floor, feet firmly planted to the ground as she attached her spear to her back and pushed a few of her bangs out of her eyes' way with her other hand. "I was just getting warmed up." She mock-pouted, the echo of high-heeled boots continuing as she made her way further into what she would find out to be Paixao.
Content: Tales of Vesperia makes its entrance to Paixao with a voluptuous young lady.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate.
Time: Week 17, night time.
Warnings: Judith has fangs. I think. Maybe. Does she?
The distinct sound of high heeled boots echoed throughout the hallway, as a tall, sultry figure made her weay through the corridor after being handed the standard-issue journal of Paixao. Not about to follow in her father's footsteps right away, Judith put the journal away into her satchel as she looked around... there was nothing she encountered quite like this in all of Terca Lumireis. It was possible that it was a ruin of the ancient Geraios civilization, or perhaps they were pulled into another odd labyrinth? Her poker face didn't give much way to her thoughts.
A slight smile formed on her slips as she attempted to make contact with Ba'ul or any particular Entelexeia in the vicinity. her antennae tingled a bit as she focused, yet to no avail; in this place, there was either something jamming her signal, or there were simply no Entelexeia. It was a bit harrowing, indeed, but perhaps all those nights training in the art of combat weren't wasted. Once again, she was left to fend for herself; drawing her weapon, the smallest bead of sweat ran down the side of her face as her eyes narrowed as the shadowy Heartless decided to try to make Judith her next meal.
Her antennae accenting her movements, the graceful warrior Krityan allowed the smile slightly forming on her lips to fully bloom as she swiped Heartless after Heartless, juggling them up into the air and finishing one off with a sharp jab a la a shish-kabob, then using the momentum to swing around her spear to sweep across the other Heartless. "Being an insomniac has its advantages; I won't be a victim of yours." Her sweet, soft voice made barely audible among her banshee-like battle cries.
After several more artes executed, Judith landed onto the floor, feet firmly planted to the ground as she attached her spear to her back and pushed a few of her bangs out of her eyes' way with her other hand. "I was just getting warmed up." She mock-pouted, the echo of high-heeled boots continuing as she made her way further into what she would find out to be Paixao.