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@EchoicChamber. I couldn't sleep knowing that my post didn't go through… I hope after I get some sleep and reread my post, it doesn't suck 😂

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Eira listened to her mentor with her usual blank expression on her face as she set up two cinder blocks on either side of her makeshift pit. She was almost annoyed at his warning, but ignored this since she knew he meant well. Weighing her words carefully, the pyro tugged two metal rods free from the wreckage and wiped them down with a dampened rag before laying them across the fire to sterilize. She stood for a moment to stretch her legs, sore from being crouched, before hunkering back down to continue her task.

"Aran, I may not be able to experience emotions in a typical fashion, but I hope you understand that I have come to respect you.." Eira pokes at the fire with a thin stick, tossing it to the flames when it inevitably caught. "I would never do anything to harm you or your family, in any physical or mental sense. That extends to Eira having relations with your brother-in-law." The woman avoids the mans gaze as she began to tap her thumb to each finger individually, her one and only real tell when she was concerned. She sighed lightly, figuring there was no better time to discuss her concerns than now. She busied herself with filleting the meat and laying it on the rods supported by concrete blocks as she spoke, not wishing to waste time by talking when she could be working.

"Sir, ever since I've been training my psychometry, I believe I've been perceiving emotions unattached from anything around me, and I can only assume it's coming from Eira. Such as, when the newcomers looked at us with such discontent, but not you or Overreach, I was aware that something was giving off a sense of.. loneliness, I believe." Eira looks up from the raw meat, finally meeting her mentors eyes. "Why does everyone treat us like we're a threat? Eira has done well to control herself, hasn't hurt an innocent since we found you." Eiras voice may have seemed more curious than anything to a bystander, but to someone who was familiar with her way of speaking, they would be able to hear an undertone of.. something akin to sadness. "She's gotten much better at controlling herself, but still, no one will trust Eira. I don't understand it. I haven't even lied to these people, much less act with hostility towards them."

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@EchoicChamber I just really freaking wish that I knew what I had typed up because it was really good.. I can literally only remember one line… But it's also almost midnight here, so maybe I'll have more luck in the morning. Going to try to get some sleep now, possibly hiking in the morning so… Night y'all!

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@Nightknight I was just poking fun at you dear.. Notepad is the worst, I definitely understand the spacing now. Haha

@EchoicChamber nah, I just planned on having Eira have a heart to heart of sorts with Aran, but I can also just PM it to him

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Vasuki

Vasuki's Human Appearance

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All Credit goes to Eyliant on Deviantart for this amazing picture.

Full Name: Vasuki

Nicknames: Rattly

Age: 33

Gender: Male

Gift: Vasuki has the ability to mix and match the physical characteristics of any snake species and incorporate them

into his body, basically being a shapeshifter with a heavy emphasis on snakes. He can grow fangs, scales, and contort or

elongate his body to rediculous degrees. He gains all the unique and powerful senses any snake would possess, such as

heightened hearing, smelling and tasting simultaneously with his tongue, his sixth sense tempreture sensor, and an

impressive tactile information system, not counting all the weaponry and survival tools he can extract from the snake gene

pool at any given moment. His snake forms grant him an inhuman amount of strength, allowing him to crush bones with ease.

It is thanks to his ability to morph and adapt that has given him an edge above the rest when it comes to surviving the

harsh and brutal wastes.

Vasuki can go days without eating and still retain energy thanks to his high metabolism and long term water and

energy storage thanks to his python genes. Snakes also possess a very strong immune system, making them resistant to most

forms of bacteria, diseases and poisons. Vasuki rarely gets sick because of this, though resistance is not total immunity

and he still risks dangerous bacterial infections from open and untended wounds. In addition, he also has a complete

immunity to even the deadliest of snake venoms.

Loyalty: Himself, Wanderer

Description: Vasuki has short, dirty blonde hair and somewhat pale skin which makes him blend eerily well with the

deserts that mar the wastelands. He wears robes and full body clothing best acclimated to whatever weather he expected to

be in. His build is lean yet muscular with scars dotted across his body, evidence of personal struggles to wrestle and

hunt beasts. The greatest concentration of scars line his arms, though the majority of which comes from snake bites from

attempting to handle such aggressive predators. His default eye color is a bright yellow, which matches nicely with his

hair, though thanks to his gene manipulation, he can turn them any color he desires. Regardless of what forms his eyes

take, he always at least somewhat resemble snake eyes, thus Vasuki often wears sunglass or goggles to blend in. In human

form he is 6'6, though when fully transformed into snake form he can reach up to 20ft in length.

Personality: Vasuki is very greedy and avaricious, coveting money, knowledge and power and being very stingy and reluctant

to share anything he can get his hands on. That being said, he is not overtly malicious and while prideful, is not above

listening to reason and learning from his mistakes. He is slow to trust and very self-centered, though he has a strong

since of debt to any who show kindness and respect to him. He is very intelligent and a bit of a social recluse, and while

he does loathe to admit it, he is very protective and loving of his friends, even if he has a very weird and somewhat

clingy way of showing it.

Skills: Vasuki is very intelligent and learned to read from an early age. He learned to survey the lay of the land to the

point where he can start making maps and is a very experienced survivalist. He has become adept at starting fires, cooking

meals, hunting, tracking, and finding water due to his expanded senses and strong sense of self-reliance as opposed to

trusting others with his survival. His knowledge of snakes is vast and he often uses this information to his advantage

when bio-morphing his body to match the situation. He has a lot of knowledge concerning poisons, especially snake venoms.

He is trained in using various firearms, usually using hunting rifles for bringing down his food, though admittedly he

isn't the best shot. Vasuki is most comfortable using and most proficient at being a quickdraw with his trusty heavy

revolvers. He is yet to find a gunslinger quicker than him on the draw thanks to his lightning-fast reflexes. When in

close combat, he uses a bowie knife often coated in his own venom. Most bullets he loads into the chambers of his guns he

also coats in deadly venom so that even if he doesn't hit his mark, his target is still going down. Vasuki is very

perceptive when it comes to identifying counterfeit money or false replicas. He is very good at hiding his presence,

camaflouging seamlessly into his environment and his slithering makes very little noise, allowing him to sneak up on most

targets without being detected.

Weaknesses: While Vasuki is skilled at hunting wild animals, he has very little combat experience fighting people,

preferring to negotiate or weasel his way out of conflicts if possible.

He is very adept at surviving hot and arid regions, but due to being cold-blooded is much more suspitible to freezing and

frostbite in cold weather.

While he is very fast and strong, he is very reliant on the element of surprise and catching his opponents off-guard to

inflict any lasting damage.

His scales mainly protect his body from environmental hazards and serve as insulation and locomotion, and provide little

protection from force and pressure, thus lacking in defensive options.

While he knows how to use guns, he is not very accurate with them and relies on close range weaponry, putting him at a severe

disadvantage against longer ranged opponents.

Stealth is a tremendous assest to Vasuki. Robing him of this asset greatly limits his options.

While resistant, he is not immune to biological weaponry.

His greed and pride can get the better of him

Brief History: Not much is known about Vasuki, save that he is a merchant and a very dedicated cartographer whose maps are

highly treasured by caravaners and other wanderers. Vasuki's craft usually earns him just enough merit and respect for

others to overlook his more greedy and eccentric nature.


Other: Vasuki has an adorable pet Ball Python named Arcamedis.
Vasuki is bisexual, with a stronger leaning towards women.

@Nightknight

Why is your CS spaced out so frikin weird? XD
Also, my IC post never went through and I'm away from my laptop ATM soooo I'll not be able to post til Monday

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SATAN WRATH

"Thank you for calling Head of State; Thurman Douglas speaking."

"Thurman, this is Wrath. Is Lucifer busy? On second hand, as urgent as this is, it's not an emergency so could you just write this down please?" Satan didn't so much as pause while talking to the man, even as his own office door slid open. A tall, burly demon stepped in, clad in their standard military uniform, except with four neat stars on each shoulder. Satan holds up a hand, motioning for the man to sit before him as he continued talking to the secretary. "I have upped security around the perimeter by 50%, and sent a specialized force to the portal until we can meet and decide what to do about the girl getting through at an unspecified time. The general has just arrived in my office and I was hoping to call an emergency meeting, at Pride's discretion, of course." Satan paused as his other phone rang, giving the inanimate object an annoyed look. Someday he would find a secretary for himself, just not today.. Or anytime soon. "Just, uh, call me back after you confer with Lucifer, please. I have a call on the other line."

Satan hung up before the poor man could reply, but that was just his nature and Thurman had to have been used to it by now. Just get out what you need to say and hang up, no need for pleasantries. He picked up the other phone and set it on speaker, letting the General listen in on the conversation. "Sir, this is Master Sargent, head of the task force sent to the portal."

"Right, how does it look?"

"Sir, no new souls have come in, it seems stable by what I can tell, and there are no abnormal energies that I can sense."

"Has anyone else come by? Any demons are immortals that have no business in the area?" The generals deep, rumbling voice echoed the office.

"No, sir. Mr. Sloth came by a few minutes ago, but he didn't seem alarmed by what he sensed. Just worried."

"That lazy bastard is probably asleep in his office by now.." Satan muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed in aggravation. "Thank you Sarge, keep a vigilant watch. Anticipate watch rotation in two hours." With that, the sin hung up the phone again, resuming his pacing behind his desk. "General, do you think we need to start preparing our troops? Or are you leaning towards just another fluke in the portal?"

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Just so you guys know, Eira speaks in a very light tone. Meaning she never sounds upset at all. Curious, maybe, or neutral.. That's about it. Unless specifically stated, her tone will always be such.

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Do you know him much the implants run?
I feel for you ive been having a hell of a time losing weight since I had my baby.

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Babies suck.. (jk I freakin love kids)
I'm not sure yet, I was actually going to call next week to make an appointment for August.
I alluded to the fact that I was getting microdermal implants when I was talking to my husband the other day but he has no idea really what they even are and I wasn't going to tell him B)

I had a reduction from G to C

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C cup is the best cup! Although my most favorite bra isn't fitting me quite like it used to so I think my weight has also been coming from my boobs.. 😭

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The collar bone is one of my favorites as well

@CyanideSweetie

I was video chatting with my husband today and he commented on my collar bone.. I hadn't noticed before now but THEY SHOW AGAIN. I was super mad that the few pounds I lost (I was on meds for 2 years and couldn't lose weight til I stopped taking them 2 months ago) didn't show, but apparently it does.. in my shoulder and clavicle area xD

So now I'm suuuuper excited to get the implants, I'll deff. post pics when I do o3o

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SATAN WRATH

Once he had finally made it to his office, Satan immediately began dialing numbers, having both his phones ringing at once. The first phone was to the security building, the second to their militia headquarters. He had to fight nearly every meeting to keep the two services separate, as some thought it would be more efficient to merge the two even though they were not the same, damnit! Dispatch picked up immediately, and the Sin barked into the receiver "I need 5 guards down at the portal, and 50% more men towards efforts on the perimeter until further notice." Satan barely waited for the dispatchers affirmation before slamming that receiver back onto it's hook, still waiting for the other line to pick up. "Sergeant, what the fuck took you so long? This shift is literally just answering the damn phones! Request the General meet me in my office at his earliest convenience, kid."

Satan returned the receiver just to pick the other one up to dial his boss. They would have to call a meeting in, preferably within the next few hours, to discuss these recent events. Hopefully the Sin would have time to calm down by then, as his claws and fangs had returned the moment he stepped into his office. The problem with Wrath was that he didn't worry so much as he just got frustrated when things went wrong and couldn't calm down until they found a solution. If this incident was in any way related to the the 'holier-than-thou' mutants, then they may be on the verge of war.. again. Wrath may not like about 85% of the population in the Underworld, but they were better than the ass-hats in 'Heaven', that was certain. And while his main trait was unwarranted anger towards everything and everyone, there was also a deep sense of loyalty to the other Souls and especially the Sins.. Even Sloth.

"Comon, Thurman, pick up already you bastard.." Satan muttered under his breath as he paced the floor anxiously, the ground under him briefly catching fire at each of his footfalls.