[center][h2][color=F0E68C]Asteria[/color][/h2][/center]
[color=F0E68C][i]That arrogance…[/i][/color] Asteria exhaled slowly a couple of times, calming down enough to think instead of just senselessly run her mouth. [color=F0E68C][i]The thing’s probably something like the Demon King…though if the one who resurrected me is really so important, why doesn’t this one know of him?[/i][/color] Deciding to try and wheedle out some answers however she might, Asteria answered.

[color=F0E68C]“Fine, Blue-Eyes. You [i]do[/i] have the advantage of having kidnapped me,”[/color] she narrowed her eyes at the entity, but this time kept her tone neutral and professional, her irritation more-or-less under her control though she was still blatantly grumpy about the matter. [color=F0E68C]“I was a human. I died in my world. And, my soul or spirit, whatever remains after death, was left in an expanse of white. Endless whiteness…”[/color] she trailed off, staring past blue-eyes for a moment or two, until she caught herself drifting off, shook her head, and refocused on the creature once again.

[color=F0E68C]“I was aware, but my thoughts were kind of muddled. I’d already gotten used to the hopelessness and loneliness…then- and no, I don’t know when exactly, because there was no way to measure the time,”[/color] her lips thinned at the intrusion of the unwanted memory she was describing, its image and the emotions she had felt back when she was formless an unnecessary distraction to the current situation. [color=F0E68C]“A human-looking male appeared. I doubt he was human, I'm fairly certain he had claws. Anyways, he was dark haired, with strange powers, weird shadows behind him, a crazy, and I by that I mean a serial-killer-crazy or the pyromaniac-in-middle-of-setting-a-huge-fire-crazy grin on his face. 

"He had crimson-eyes and bloody clothing. He introduced himself as the Demon King, told me about another world – this world, and for a lack of better wording, transported my soul here, and gave me the choice to be reborn as one of 6 creatures. I chose a Dire Rat and was reborn as one. Even though I’ve died and am technically not exactly human anymore, I’ve kept my previous memories, my intellect, whatever it is that made me human in my world. My soul…or spirit, I suppose, is still that of a human’s.”[/color]

After this rather hefty tale, Asteria inhaled and exhaled in a long slightly tired sigh. Blue-eyes had also demanded to see the truth of her spirit however, and besides telling it, Asteria had no idea what to do. She closed her eyes, thought about her time as a human, her previous appearance of 5’9, light brown shoulder-length hair dyed to blonde and tied in a ponytail, her icy-blue eyes, her trademark smirk, her manners, actions, family, work, friends, and basically everything that made her her before she'd died. After some minutes of that intense focus, she addressed blue-eyes again [color=F0E68C]“So, do you see the truth of my spirit yet?”[/color] Regardless of the answer, she carefully opened her eyes again, staring at the entity cautiously, still feeling an imminent sense of danger.

[color=F0E68C]“By the way, you’ll have to be more specific about your other questions,”[/color] she added, and while the water-shape was hopefully distracted by all the information Asteria had just given it, used Monster Analysis on it, both out of curiosity to see if it would work as well as in a fit of contrariness to defy blue-eyes, if only a tiny bit.

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Attempts to use Monster Analysis II on Blue-Eyes. And I'm sure the thing's happy to have a new, better name now.
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