[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]"...Ow..."[/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] An apartment in Manhattan. [color=bca346]tl:dr.[/color] Blake leads Nyx to Dacia, hoping to teach Dacia a lesson. Nyx learns something new instead. [/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]A collaboration between [@Exit] and [@ningal700][/color][/center][/sup][/sup] [/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [color=silver][color=bca346]"Are you sure this is the place?"[/color] Blake stood in front of a rather unassuming, green painted door; better kept than most of the others they had already passed although some bits of paint had been chipped near the knob. Above that was the keyhole marking the only deadlock securing the door in place and behind her was the one escape route that led down an inadequately lit hall. If this wasn't their destination, the only thing left to do was to leave. [color=gray][i]...You heard him too. This is it...[/i][/color] [color=bca346]"It is such a strange place to call home."[/color] She looked around for what must have been the hundredth time, noting the way the walls looked as if they were melting. Studying every stain. Counting the curling fingers of paint as it peeled into itself. Tasting the mold in the air with her every breath. [color=bca346]"Is this what our home is like?"[/color] [color=gray][i]...No. I have no-... I... will show you after we're done...[/i][/color] [color=bca346]"Then we will part."[/color] [color=gray][i]...If we must, angel. Now, knock on the door...[/i][/color] Blake rapped her knuckles on the door firmly enough that the sound of her knocking echoed down the hall and back. While they waited for an answer however, she became very aware of a slowly growing urge to simply use her ax to break the door down and enter. [color=bca346]"Is that you?"[/color] [color=gray][i]...I'm usually already inside by now...[/i][/color] [color=bca346]"...How strange is this... to 'feel' you inside me."[/color] [color=gray][i]...What...?...[/i][/color] [color=bca346]"Your emotions. I did not know I'd feel them. Not in this way. Although I will say..."[/color] Blake's eyes fell on the large rectangular case in her hand. [color=bca346]"...I do like the idea of using [i]it[/i]. Maybe I'l-"[/color] The sound of shuffling feet from the other side of the door was sudden enough to interrupt, as was the light in the peephole being smothered. [color=gray][i]...Doesn't look like we have to...[/i][/color] A moment later and the door opened up. A woman with pale skin, green eyes and long black hair in a black sweater stared back at her. A woman matching the description of the one person they needed to find. [color=white]"Um, hello?"[/color] [color=gray][i]...That's her. That's the sinner. Ask for her name. Ask her if she's Daciana...[/i][/color] [color=bca346]"Daciana?"[/color] The woman quickly looked her over before responding. [color=white]"Erm, yes, that's me... Most people just call me Dacia, though. And, who are you?"[/color] She asked, raising her brow. [color=gray][i]...Her. Get inside. We need to see what she's selling, her setup and then deal with her directly...[/i][/color] At the confirmation of her name and as if she'd been waiting for the exact cue, Blake ignored the rest of what Dacia was saying and pushed her way further into the apartment, much to it's occupant's dismay. [color=white]"Um, EXCUSE ME, ma'am, can I help you with something?"[/color] She heard her call out, but while Dacia tried to make sense of the intrusion, Blake kept her eyes not on the bewildered woman but on what she could glean from what bits of of the room she could see behind her. The layout was fairly straight forward. A small apartment without enough room for the basics. There was a table in the center of the room in front of a couch that was facing the TV anchored to the opposite wall. Below that was a shelf with a few books and random odds and ends. There were pictures, posters, a few plants and a number of lamps all turned off. To her left lead to the rest of the apartment and an open door to what looked to be a balcony. Other than that, there wasn't much of anything of note. [color=gray][i]...Does it smell like anything?...[/i][/color] Blake inhaled sharply, still pushing against Dacia's protest at letting her in. [color=bca346]"Like, 'foumart'... in your more ancient English. I do not know what you call them today. Everything is so very different than what I remember."[/color] [color=gray][i]...Yes! ...yes. Now tell her you're here to buy...[/i][/color] In the breadth of a heartbeat, Blake's energy seemed to change. She stopped fighting and instead, in complete calm, turned to the confused woman. [color=bca346]"I'm here to buy."[/color] There was a brief pause of disbelief before she was given a reply. [color=white]"Um, alright then, that's fine I suppose."[/color] Dacia said as she finally relented and backed away, allowing Blake room enough to enter further. [color=white]"My regular customers usually don't meet me here at my apartment, though. Where did you get my name? And my address?"[/color] Despite the sudden deescalation, there was a tension in the air that was hard pressed to leave and it only became more stifling as Dacia closed the door. [color=gray][i]...The Lord provides all...[/i][/color] [color=bca346]"The Lord provides all."[/color] To which Blake was given another confused look. [color=gray][i]...We know who she is and what she's doing... It's time my angel. We need to teach her about the sins she's committed...[/i][/color] Blake continued to the table and laid the case out on top of it, one hand gently placing it down while the other was already working the latches with gloved hands. [color=gray][i]...NO! No. Not with the ax...[/i][/color] Her hands froze in the middle of undoing the second latch and this time it was her turn to express confusion. [color=bca346]"Then why bring this if we're not to use it?"[/color] Her eyes wandered as she spoke. [color=bca346]"Am I to use my hands again?... Would it not be faster with the bla-..."[/color] Wandering eyes fell on Dacia who had since moved to gather the things she would need to conduct fair business. The silver scale in her hand called out to her. [color=bca346]"Ah... [i]that[/i] is something I recognize. Scales. A balance. Or manipulation. How curious to find it in a world so touched by change. Is this yours, child?"[/color] [color=gray][i]...Angel, that is just a scale...[/i][/color] [color=white]"Child?"[/color] Dacia began, baffled. [color=white]"We seem to be rather close in age... In fact, your face appears younger than mine. But yes, the scale is mine. I have a few."[/color] She then gestured quickly at the case. [color=white]"What's in the box? I don't feel quite so comfortable with strangers bringing undisclosed items into my home... Especially strangers who don't provide me with a name in case I should need to find them later."[/color] She raised an eyebrow. [color=white]"So you can either give me a name, even a nickname, it doesn't have to be your real name, I understand why some of my clients are uncomfortable sharing that information... Or I'm afraid we won't be continuing our business today."[/color] Blake paused for a moment. [color=gray][i]...You don't have to answer tha-...[/i][/color] [color=bca346]"My name is... Blake."[/color] [color=gray][i]...What?!...[/i][/color] [color=bca346]"...And there is an ax in this box."[/color] Dacia's eyes flicked briefly over to the cane leaned into the corner of the living room. [color=gray][i]...If you tell her anymore, we'll [i]have to[/i] use the ax!...[/i][/color] [color=white]"Well, I appreciate you sharing that..."[/color] She slowly started walking over to another drawer by a second scale and began to work it open with the key around her neck. [color=white]"I certainly hope you don't plan to take that out here and now...? And, what is it that I can get for you?"[/color] [color=bca346]"Well, I'm very much confused right now because I want to know where you came by such an item... the scale. But I'm also here to..."[/color] [color=gray][i]...We need to punish her like we did that boy...[/i][/color] [color=bca346]"...She says I need to rough you up. I still don't understand why we brought the ax if we're not supposed to [url=https://youtu.be/rgLEj0LBRZo?t=9]us-[/url]"[/color] What was once a simple state of confusion on Blake's part as she watched the other woman quickly abandon her belongings on the ground and make for something in the corner of the room, quickly turned into the realization that... the goddess felt pain. The sensation of a blunt object colliding violently with her wrist sent a shockwave of fire into her bones and straight up her arm. It flared over her shoulders, burned into her neck and she could feel the warmth begin to climb up her cheek. The muscles of her body tensed immediately, straightening out her back and forcing in a sharp gasp of air that would be her only audible response to the preemptive attack on her person. And then a second blow to the arm expelled that air and sent her tumbling to the ground. [color=gray][i]...Fuck!...[/i][/color] [color=bca346]"...Ow..."[/color] Blake wheezed. In a haze of the most disorienting orientation to the life of a mortal being, she watched the edges of the world before her fade in and out of focus and from some far off place, could hear the woman speak. [color=white]"What do you mean, 'she'? I thought you said that you came here from church?!"[/color] [/color]