"Thinking about Tone makes my late night patrols less stressful or dull. It's far better then bothering Eagle."
The more Ann wandered into Ida's dream, the stranger things go. The more those mirrors multiplied, and soon she'd be seen things through them.
Like a house of mirrors, but each mirror had a drastically different version of the original woman inside them. Some where dying, some where hurt, others had evil looks to their face, and a few were just almost.. drunk looking?
They didn't seem to move or reflect like normal mirrors, but they were far more active than they normally would be. Like replaying the last moments of some of their lives or scenes.
"It's not a place you should be lost one?" From behind one of those mirrors the woman of the hour pops her head out, pushing several of the mirrors away.
Ann looked through the mirrors and narrowed her eye, this was not someone who seemed...stable...to her, at least that's what the young woman could learn from the dream. Maybe talking to the dream's owner would confirm this theory or not.
As if on cue, she heard a voice and would spin around to face the witch with a small smile on her face. She would nod her head towards the other. "Oh, worry not I'm not lost.." Yet. "...my name is Ann, you are the master here correct?" Despite everything, Ann would still make her way towards the other until she was closer. "You have such an interesting dream. Both organised and not, why are there so many mirrors here?"
( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )
When it comes to Star Rail or Genshin, I personally prefer HSR. Mostly because it has a lot of mechanics that help with the grind, mostly auto, and other benefits like that.
Genshin, to me, gets really stale because of it's grind, it's extremely time consuming and not in a fun way. I just end up getting bored.
It was night time in the area where Ann lived. The young woman had already had her two hours of sleep and was ready for the nightly events...in her case dreamwalking.
From her apartment, Ann closed her eye and focused on her magic. Suddenly the young woman woke up in what at first seemed to be a dark place, but it soon filled with many bright 'mirrors'. Each one showed a dream that someone was currently having.
Ann spotted an interesting dream, one that someone, who seemed to be a witch, was having. It did not take long for Ann to drift towards the mirror and enter it.
When she entered Ida's dream, she would look around to see a hallway of mirrors, these were clearly not the dream mirrors Ann was used to seeing, so she would begin wandering the halls, staring at her reflection as she did so. "What an interesting place." Her voice echoed out loud for the dream's owner to hear.
The Crowe family has always been able to see the future, this is because it is said that the family are decendents of Cassandra of Troy.
They gained her foresight but also her curse, no one believes them, so the family that would have been successful fortune tellers became seen as crazy, so they changed their tune, instead using magic that they researched, they contacted and peered into the past by becoming spirit mediums.
Ann couldn't speak to the dead naturally, but could always see the future. She grew up friendless as she was seen as either crazy for her prophetic rants or creepy due to her family's profession. so she buried herself in art, drawing out the things she had seen.
Over the years she discovered the curse had diminished since ancient times, she could not tell anyone the future, key word...tell..she could still draw what she's seen. Sure people might not believe her or catch on. But at least there was a chance they might believe her instead of just outright rejecting her, which wasn't much but it was something. Still this didn't land her many friends.
When she gained powers over dreams, she learned that she could manipulate them to give people prophetic dreams, however it is always up to the person as to whether or not they believe her.
The moment she climbed down the ladder into the earth, Holly gagged. It was worse than she could have imagined. Being a magical girl wasn't glamourous work though... Despite what the uniform would have you think. Glowing purple eyes began to water, and she tried to hold her breath to no avail. "You... You seriously LIVE down here?" Of course she didn't know that for sure. But that seemed like something a cult would do. Making assumptions was fine when he was the villain, right?
Holding back a string of other insults about his potential home, she gasped anytime a rat scurried by. Anytime she saw something particularly disgusting, she groaned... Even if she was trying to be 'polite', she was making it VERY obvious that this was all uncomfortable. And then... the smell changed. The place changed.
Adjusting to the new lighting, Holly squinted, eyes growing wide when she finally was used to the new environment. The tree was magnificent. Healthy somehow despite where it had chosen to place its roots. "Whoa... pretty..." she breathed, the first pleasant emotion she had let show since she entered the place. Looking about, Holly turned to Zaire. "Where is everyone? I thought you said you were taking me to where you 'Father' was?"
"Yes I do live down here...mostly anyway, as for where everyone is...they must all be busy. Come." Zaire would pause for a moment and look this way and that. This was a large area after all, there could easily be people milling around the corners.
But there were none. So the young man shrugged and made his way towards the tree. If Iris were to look around she wound notice that not only was it empty but there were entrances dotted around the walls, likely to other rooms.
"It could be mass. Father wasn't planning on speaking today, must be someone else. In that case, he's over here." From the tree, Zaire took a left turn towards the end of the wall, there was an oak door that he would knock on.
Before he could knock again, a tall well dressed man opened the door and stepped out. He looked like a noble straight out of the victorian area, complete with a tophat and a bejeweled cane. His eyes, Holly would notice, were the exact same purple as Zaire's. They were actually blood related. Zaire bows his head and the man holds up his hand and the younger man returns to normal.
"Greetings my dear, you are Iris correct? The one that has been inturrupting our rituals?" He stepped past Zaire and moved closer to her.
"My name is Anton, and I welcome you to our sanctuary."
"We'll see by the end of the game then hmm? What do you think? The one who loses has to pick dinner, to see the latter end of our date through." Eloisa's up quick, but she's not one to allow Eliza to get away with her confidence without being tested.
Pulling her in against Eloisa for another kiss, hands on her rear, Eloisa treats her to a slightly better kiss as a reward for her strike.
"Don't lose to me too easily."
"Alright, it's a deal. I can't wait to eat something different anyway." Eliza woiuld kiss Elosia back before pulling away and waiting in anticipation. This was just a simple game of bowling and yet it felt like a lot more. Eliza was getting excited...
...the other's hands on her rear did not help with the excited feeling. She would have to get the other back. As soon as Elosia turned around, Eliza would give her rear a gentle slap.
"More like, don't be sad when I beat you dear."
"Forcefield projectors huh. Ohh. They seem to be coming along well—" She cut herself off, noticing his hand inching towards the blaster. "Me? Well.... that's a bit complicated you know? Though my name is Enscitia, or the other's call me Ens. What's your name? Did you develop these yourself? Err... I mean no harm to you! I noticed there was a new technological signature from here and wanted to check it out."
Scribe lowered his gun and place it back in his back before smiling. He had no idea where she had come from but he was used to strange things happening. He had his guard up still but was hiding it extremely well.
"Oh, my name is Scribe, you like machines and technology huh? Are you an alien or something?" He asked while turning back to his inventions and Ens was able to watch him work, he was almost done it seemed.
@dracomultiverse * ✭ ❪ liked for a starter┊☓ ❫
The pale, white-haired woman in front of her hardly felt human. Normally, Larisa would feel a bit at ease knowing that, but instead, the redhead found herself on edge towards this being. There was something out of place. The difference she sensed was not of a magical type of energy, but rather from something... more mechanical and out of this world, if she had to put words to it. This different energy was naturally repulsive to her (or maybe it was repulsive to the spirit inhabiting her body).
And it seemed like this person had some sort of agenda against her with the way she scowled and narrowed her blood red eyes with increased focus upon noticing her. Had more annoying forces decided to investigate the murders around here? How irritating. The girl felt like crushing someone's throat for the annoyance that was. Surely the authorities had better things to do than put so much time and effort looking into a random city that had questionably odd disappearances and murders every so often when there were more pressing cases to solve.
However, neither of them could do much in terms of confronting each other here—not in this space out in the middle of a shopping mall complex with a bunch of people walking about freely. All Larisa was here for was to browse the stores, but it seemed trouble had found her anyhow.
Grabbing the handles of the shopping bag a little tighter, the petite girl used her free hand to toss her pigtail behind her shoulder and addressed the stranger, ❝ What is it? ❞ she questioned, her voice cold and blunt.
Zayla had been paid to investigate what seemed to be some kind of lifeforce vampire. There were no orders to kill them if found, just gather information and report back to her client...though if a fight should break out then she had permission to kill.
Because of this she traced the strange energies to this city and to a specific young woman, though there was no proof that she was the target, hence the investigation. So Zayla would move in next to her in the mall.
"I am a bit lost Ms, you know this city more then I do yes? Do you know where one could get a good haircut?" She asked surprisingly politely given her bulk. If Larisa looked up a bit more, she would notice that the masuclar lady's hair was indeed a bit of a mess. Zayla had done this before, while she looked a bit strange, she knew how to act calm and rational. It did not seem like she was suspecting Larisa despite the opposite being true.
(Sentences to send to muses that need a little advice. Adjust phrasing where needed)
