Rusalka

Becoming a God

I think elysia changed behind a tree already...and soon after talks to Orion

@jog1118

@KatherinWinter This

Becoming a God

@KatherinWinter@Framing A Moose@Zerofighter

"Unwise to mix wolves and rabbits, don't you think?" A snide remark she made to the announcer after his brief explanation. Balance, a wise decision perhaps but it didn't sit right with Elysia just giving away godlike power to some random schmo off the street. The contest she was certain would weed out the undeserving, but the prospect of power falling into the wrong hands, well it made her uncomfortable.

She turned her back to the announcer swiftly on her heels and sauntered away, taking the dress Melaina gave her. "Grazie, Melaina." A curt nod in gratitude before she left to change behind the tree. Her dark funeral gown was a bit overbearing, so much more than the heat and humidity causing her to perspire and feel woozy. The sundress was a welcomed change, though taxing as it was big in the bust. Somewhat made Elysia...envious of Melaina? Well I suppose we all can't be created equal. She mused, a slight blush as she pondered of the girl's ample bosoms, struggling to keep the dress up due to her lack thereof.

The slender straps slipped and slid down her perfectly round shoulders, Elysia trying her damndest to keep them in place. "Soon I had hope." Elysia muttered to Orion's question upon returning. "I am well prepared for whatever challenge may arise."

On the Streets

Ehh...with Carlsberg AWOL I haven't had much incentive to interact in this one. Sorry guys. Dx

Descendants Reform School

@Demonic Angel *facepalm* Ok....I have a solution. Let's just lock them both in a room and let them get out their frustrations. NO NOT THAT FRUSTRATION!

"I think I'd rather take death by pop than be stuck in a room with Miss PMSing All the Time." <. <

Exactly! :D. That's why I chose the most horrible punishment for you!

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@timelord1101 I'm sorry. I may come back if I have a chance to. :(

Descendants Reform School

@Framing A Moose@Demonic Angel@KatherinWinter

The pain was too great for her to react to the snide and cheeky demeanor of the sea witch, treating her like nothing more than a mangy mutt meant to be put down. Such disgrace and humiliation upon her to be in this vulnerable state.

The pain had subsided shortly but the damage inflicted was far too merciless. His image was burned into her retinas, the snarling, vicious demon with wings black as the night absent its stars and Hecate's moon above, soaring down from his perch atop that black, ominous crag known as Bald Mountain, sweeping over the villages and dark, thorn ridden forests with Hellfire and cackling demons at his beckoned call as he soared with Lucifer's vengeance to strike down the pitiful whelp, the shame of the family that was his flesh and blood, his daughter who refused to follow his strict command and become his successor.

Oh how she could already feel his claws like knives into her back, slicing and cleaving away layer after layer of flesh and sinew until only the bleached white bone of her skeleton remained, soon to be charred black in the flames of eternal damnation. All while her mother, the true dragon lady, scoffed at her and called her a little beastie, such a degrading title.

And that in itself was a fear like no other for Evelyn.

The torment had receded...for now. Evelyn figured for every chance she lashed out at someone, be it a teacher or a student, the curse would take its toll on her, until she was sent packing back to those unforgiving lands to face the wrath of her despicable parents.

She cursed in a heated sigh, standing on wobbling legs and trudging back to her desk. In a mere act of defiance, she just ripped the quill pen away from Axel's side and a leaf of parchment from Lorane's, muttering to herself as feverishly she began to write the wizard's stupid essay.

Descendants Reform School

@Demonic Angel XD Believe me, I'm beyond dead! x3

*scrubbing her mouth out with bleach* Xp

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@Pineappletumble Umm... I guess, but that means I would have to drag my CS back from Oblivion, so it's cool. I've got a little too much on my plate right now as is.

Descendants Reform School

@Demonic Angel Me too! ^___^ But not as much as Lana! They're about the only two I enjoy listening too, just because they have so much talent that isn't squandered by record labels.

"Oh my, you're such a charmer, hairy lip." <.<

*gets out the earbuds and calls Chernabog*

"I MEAN YOU'RE THE MOST HANDSOME MAN EVER AND I'D TOTALLY GO STRAIGHT FOR YOU!" \O.O/

.....Well that was unexpected but okay. @.@

Becoming a God

@Framing A Moose@Zerofighter@KatherinWinter

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That was indeed unexpected, her jovial reply to an outstretched hand. Never before had a girl been so...forward with her. She was perplexed, Elysia, her eyebrow cocked as gently she pulled her hand back, still tingling from when the girl had high-fived her as they called it. Such an odd way to greet someone. And now she supposed her last name was Buongiorno instead of Azrael, rather amusing she found it but gave no evidence of it, neither a smile or a laugh, just a batting of her eyelashes. The girl had a charming personality, she would give her that.

While Melaina rummaged through her suitcase, incoherent mutters here and there upon Elysia's ears, the musings of a boy caught her attention, his profound statement more or less. "Monsters live within all of us, I'm afraid Orion." She replied upon learning the boy's name, a sincere look given to him. "Humanity itself is but a beastly nature, an animalistic urge that is merely tamed for a short amount of time before the chains that bind it are broken. I sense a great deal of aggression within you. Could it be that you are here to feed that very flame that is sparked in your belly?" A bit of a cheeky tone she took with him, though not meaning to offend Orion in any way. "Elysia. It's nice to meet you too." She greeted him.

When her attention returned to Melaina, there she stood with a simple sundress. Dark violet, her....well...not particularly favored color but one for her more accustomed if she were to choose something other than black. The gesture was kind, Elysia would agree, and she would thankfully accept the dress in goodwill to Melaina. "I must say, Melaina, it is quite love-" But she was cut short by the announcement so sudden. The same prattle she had heard in the streets and vineyards of fair Tuscany, plastered in leaflets on every wall, every commercial repeated insipidly hour after hour. The threat of the apocalypse, impending demise driving fools to believe that mortals, frail and mirthless, could be chosen as gods.....and of course that is why Elysia was here, but not for the same reasons as these others.

She waited for the announcement to finish, then sighed crossing her arms while looking at the announcer with a puzzled expression, "That is good and all, but what does mankind hope in making their own to be divines? What is there to say that giving such power to those will not corrupt them? Instead turn them into devils rather than guardian angels? Will this decision alone not drive forth the apocalyptic winepress to drain the blood of souls, both innocent and guilty? I merely ask these questions, because if you ask me, giving power to some...will indeed corrupt them. Just look at Hitler and Mussolini, and Nero and Caligula."

After that, she returned to finishing her reply for Melaina, "It is quite a lovely dress, bella. I will gladly accept it."