[center][color=gray][sup][sup]Some bbcode may not display correctly on your device.[/sup][/sup][/color][/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][color=silver] [sup][h3][sub][sub][sub][sub][sub][sub][sub][sub][sub][sub][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLmZmZi5Ubmw0LjAAAAAAAAAAAAAA/signoria.regular.png[/img][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub] G O D D E S S O F N I G H T[right][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5188229][color=bca346][i]cs[/i][/color][/url] · [url=https://soundcloud.com/dnonkong/first-night][color=bca346][i]theme[/i][/color][/url] · [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nyx][color=bca346][i]wiki[/i][/color][/url][/right][i][color=2e2c2c]_________[/color][color=bca346]"What is our name?"[/color][/i][/sub][/sub][/h3][table=bordered][row][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][color=bca346]name.[/color] Blake Lou Delarose [color=bca346]origin.[/color] Greek. [color=2e2c2c]_______________________________________________[/color] [color=bca346]location.[/color] A shop in Manhattan. [color=bca346]tl:dr.[/color] Nyx arrives but Blake has a job to finish. They cope as one learns a face and the other, a name. [/cell][cell][url=https://www.pinterest.com/pin/420875527674483087/?nic_v2=1a41k49HQ][img]https://i.imgur.com/OZO37qt.jpg[/img][/url] [/cell][/row][/table][sup][center][color=gray]Interactions: [color=white]None[/color] Mentions: [@ningal700][/color][/center][/sup][/sup] [/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [color=silver] [color=white]"W-We....we did. I swear we had it. All of it a-and... on time like alwa-"[/color] [color=bca346]"This is not all of it."[/color] [color=white]"L-look... he didn't know okay? He didn't. His mother is sick and-"[/color] [color=bca346]"Mother?"[/color] She loosened her grip on the boy's collar and let him fall to the ground. He hit the floor rather hard and rather loudly, eliciting panic from the older gentleman across from her. [color=gray][i]...What are you doing?...[/i][/color] [color=white]"Uh... y-yes. His mother..."[/color] He continued, still addressing her but keeping a longing eye on the nearly unconscious body at her feet. There was blood pouring from open cuts across the face and a clearly broken nose. Eyes were swollen almost shut, but not enough to keep the tears staining a bloodied cheek at bay. Breathing was ragged and wheezing and irregular. [color=white]"...His mother is sick and without the proper meds... h-he thought something extra on the side might help."[/color] [color=gray][i]...Ugh... someone's pushing. Never mind the kid, I-...[/i][/color] [color=bca346]"Ugh. Someone's pushing. Never mind the kid."[/color] [color=white]"What?"[/color] [color=gray][i]...What? No! Stop repeating everything I say and just... just ask him who he bought from...[/i][/color] [color=bca346]"Who did he buy from?"[/color] The older man furrowed his brow and shook his head, his eyes drifting from the boy on the ground to some far away place buried in his memories. [color=white]"Aaa-a woman! A woman. Yes. Pretty like you. Green eyes. Black hair. Tall. White... almost pale."[/color] [color=bca346]"Name."[/color] He gestured to the result of her fine handiwork, an outstretched hand and the sullen look in his eyes almost accusatory and a hint at where she would have been able to find her answer. [color=gray][i]...We'll get the sinner's name from somewhere else. I know of a place...[/i][/color] She opened her mouth to speak, but the voice cut in again. [color=gray][i]...Don't!... repeat what I just said... angel. Just tell them that the Church thanks them for their faith...[/i][/color] [color=bca346]"The Church... thanks you for your faith."[/color] She repeated, the meaning of the words failing to grasp her even as she tried to understand. She knew 'church' and nothing here screamed it. The place was small, too small to hold glory to any deity. The smell was far from pleasant. The incessant buzzing of flies and fluorescents an annoyance. Faith? There was no shrine or altar but a wall that stood at about her chest height and was filled with liquids in jars and nutriment. None of which seemed the least bit appetizing and not at all like a proper offering. And the man in garb too meager and simple to be a priest. With a face like that of of a cantaloupe laid out and forgotten in the sun. Scribbled across his complexion was an expression that had been slowly turning from dwindling fear to that of a concerned confusion. She blinked when she'd finally noticed his returning stare. [color=gray][i]...And... we can go now...[/i][/color] Realizing that she'd just been standing motionless in her musings, she nodded an awkward 'goodbye', heel turned toward the door, and moved to leave. She'd taken only a handful of steps before the voice returned again. [color=gray][i]...That is ours too...[/i][/color] To her right and sitting against the wall was the item in question. An ax with a pitch black head affixed to a dark wood haft. An unremarkable thing save for it's being in a simple storefront in the middle of a bustling city where no other such object would exist. She walked over to it and picked it up, feeling for the first time it's heft and would have remarked on it's unusual weight had she not caught a glimpse of her reflection. In front of her and affixed to the wall where the ax had been waiting was a mirror and for the first time since she'd inhabited the body, Nyx saw herself. Her new self. White, pale almost porcelain skin. Eyes a deep black where even the ambiance of light seemed to lose itself. Hair like a shroud of the night sky itself turned to a waterfall that fell past her shoulders. Lips were left natural but full and parted ever so slightly at herself. There were no blemishes. No marks. No scars. Just her. Just her and the woman who's life and likeness she'd stolen away. [color=bca346]"What is our name?"[/color] [color=gray][i]...Blake...[/i][/color] Chin tilted ever so slightly up. Nose pointing ever so slightly to the left. Cheek now in plain view. Blake ran a gloved finger along the sharp edge of her cheekbone, smudging a spot of blood she'd finally noticed into a stain across her skin. [color=bca346]"...Blake."[/color] [/color]