To get rid of these spirits I would ask anyone, even that old Carpenter's Son...[Active/Open]
Characters: Koudelka Iasant, and whoever wants to join her.
Setting: Entrance Hall
Time: Day 006, Morning.
Summary: Koudelka falls into Dollsy! This can be a good or bad thing...
Warnings: Koudelka's bitchiness? Not sure.
It was like she'd slipped through a crack--falling down into something she wasn't quite sure of. A block in the ground? Perhaps.
Ugh, her head hurt. She could see the little girl's dress floating above the ground, and Edward, stupid Edward...he was the one stupid enough to follow that ghost without knowing what she was leading him to. He was also dumb enough to eat that poisoned food, and to stand up when someone was shooting at him!
Even that bastard priest didn't make those sorts of mistakes. No, instead he spouted his mindless rhetoric, even in the face of these ghosts and spirits and monsters he clung to a faith that was obviously not helping him. Power of the Christian faith, indeed. What use was a religion that was perverted and used as a front and a home for the torture and murder of hundreds of people...
Ooooh, her stomach. What was this feeling? This was different from before. It was something slimy, almost, edging in the back of her gut.
Easing herself slowly off the ground, Koudelka Iasant looked up--
--Only to find a place quite different from where she was before.
"What the hell...?"
Setting: Entrance Hall
Time: Day 006, Morning.
Summary: Koudelka falls into Dollsy! This can be a good or bad thing...
Warnings: Koudelka's bitchiness? Not sure.
It was like she'd slipped through a crack--falling down into something she wasn't quite sure of. A block in the ground? Perhaps.
Ugh, her head hurt. She could see the little girl's dress floating above the ground, and Edward, stupid Edward...he was the one stupid enough to follow that ghost without knowing what she was leading him to. He was also dumb enough to eat that poisoned food, and to stand up when someone was shooting at him!
Even that bastard priest didn't make those sorts of mistakes. No, instead he spouted his mindless rhetoric, even in the face of these ghosts and spirits and monsters he clung to a faith that was obviously not helping him. Power of the Christian faith, indeed. What use was a religion that was perverted and used as a front and a home for the torture and murder of hundreds of people...
Ooooh, her stomach. What was this feeling? This was different from before. It was something slimy, almost, edging in the back of her gut.
Easing herself slowly off the ground, Koudelka Iasant looked up--
--Only to find a place quite different from where she was before.
"What the hell...?"