Night Fall
Black. Black and White. Black and white and red. Black, white, red... Red. Red blood. Drip. . .
Black. Black symbols, bindings, tattoos. Ties, warps, leashes. Black within black. Writhing, crawling, closing. Faster. Clawing, tearing, rending. Black, black... and white.
White. Searching, running, fighting. Losing. Lost... Drip, drip, drip... Red, red blood. Ptk, ptk, ptk... Rosary beads scatter. A child weeps. Claws savage. Black against black. Black, white, red. Black, white, red. Faster, stronger. Unseen, trap laid. Black shade, white dumpster, red brick. Alley. Tp, tp, tp. Run, flee, escape. Blac
Break: Moira 1
The day was dying quickly, stretching shadows and giving the heat an edge of desperation. Heaving a sigh, the Nun shifted the sword she wore slung over one shoulder and fidgeted her grip on her small travel bag. Dark clouds threatened far to the south, moisture and thunder riding the warm breezes as harbingers. Coming to a crosswalk, the young woman stared down each road, then tossed her head back and spun on her heel until she had to lean against the streetlight for support. Eyes closed, she sighed again and listened to the summer city.
"You lost?"
Sister Justina Moriah startled s
Convent of Saints Cyprian and Justina
Standing in the south of the East Side long before it was the East Side, the Convent and the Cyprian Sisters have been a fixture of New Cartec since before most care to remember. Everybody knows about them, but most don't actually know anything specific. Being a cloistered order has given them an air of urban legend. They don't get involved, but the door to their public chapel is never locked and the homeless of the East Side can sometimes be found carrying some of the best wards in town.
The building is large, beautiful, and imposing. Covering a large city residential block, it's cream brick is c
It was the scream that woke her. It pierced her dreaming with cold terror like a knife to the heart and gutted her, bolting her upright, panting. Silence wrestled with the after echoes and it took her altogether too long to realize the sound hadn't come from her own throat. Sister Justina Moriah leapt from her bed, snagged her scarf from its hook and was out of the room before her covers settled. In the hallway, she was met by similarly wild eyed Sisters bustling toward the common areas. The cold of the bare stone floor bit deeply into the soles of her feet as she restrained her hair, easily falling in with a group shuffling by, "What's
The Once Over
Name: Sister Justina Moriah (Nick name - Moira; Christian name a
secret)
Age:19
Gender: Female
Build: At first glance, she seems little and a bit chubby, but under that habit, she's fit and curvy. She has a little extra meat on her, but she's in excellent shape.
Hair: Not that you'll ever see it under that wimple, but it's long, wavy, and that warm, faceted brown you just want to reach out and touch.
Facial Details: Heart shaped and soft with plump lips and large, light brown eyes. It's the type of face more kind than beautiful and could definitely mature to a matron's harsh glower, given time.
Clothing
Night Fall
Black. Black and White. Black and white and red. Black, white, red... Red. Red blood. Drip. . .
Black. Black symbols, bindings, tattoos. Ties, warps, leashes. Black within black. Writhing, crawling, closing. Faster. Clawing, tearing, rending. Black, black... and white.
White. Searching, running, fighting. Losing. Lost... Drip, drip, drip... Red, red blood. Ptk, ptk, ptk... Rosary beads scatter. A child weeps. Claws savage. Black against black. Black, white, red. Black, white, red. Faster, stronger. Unseen, trap laid. Black shade, white dumpster, red brick. Alley. Tp, tp, tp. Run, flee, escape. Blac
Break: Moira 1
The day was dying quickly, stretching shadows and giving the heat an edge of desperation. Heaving a sigh, the Nun shifted the sword she wore slung over one shoulder and fidgeted her grip on her small travel bag. Dark clouds threatened far to the south, moisture and thunder riding the warm breezes as harbingers. Coming to a crosswalk, the young woman stared down each road, then tossed her head back and spun on her heel until she had to lean against the streetlight for support. Eyes closed, she sighed again and listened to the summer city.
"You lost?"
Sister Justina Moriah startled s
Convent of Saints Cyprian and Justina
Standing in the south of the East Side long before it was the East Side, the Convent and the Cyprian Sisters have been a fixture of New Cartec since before most care to remember. Everybody knows about them, but most don't actually know anything specific. Being a cloistered order has given them an air of urban legend. They don't get involved, but the door to their public chapel is never locked and the homeless of the East Side can sometimes be found carrying some of the best wards in town.
The building is large, beautiful, and imposing. Covering a large city residential block, it's cream brick is c
It was the scream that woke her. It pierced her dreaming with cold terror like a knife to the heart and gutted her, bolting her upright, panting. Silence wrestled with the after echoes and it took her altogether too long to realize the sound hadn't come from her own throat. Sister Justina Moriah leapt from her bed, snagged her scarf from its hook and was out of the room before her covers settled. In the hallway, she was met by similarly wild eyed Sisters bustling toward the common areas. The cold of the bare stone floor bit deeply into the soles of her feet as she restrained her hair, easily falling in with a group shuffling by, "What's
The Once Over
Name: Sister Justina Moriah (Nick name - Moira; Christian name a
secret)
Age:19
Gender: Female
Build: At first glance, she seems little and a bit chubby, but under that habit, she's fit and curvy. She has a little extra meat on her, but she's in excellent shape.
Hair: Not that you'll ever see it under that wimple, but it's long, wavy, and that warm, faceted brown you just want to reach out and touch.
Facial Details: Heart shaped and soft with plump lips and large, light brown eyes. It's the type of face more kind than beautiful and could definitely mature to a matron's harsh glower, given time.
Clothing
It was almost too easy. If this place really was as otherworldly as it seemed, it should probably have better guards. Or maybe they should have taken her weapons.
Her fathers voice started buzzing in her ear. It told her she was being boastful, and that such talk would likely be her undoing. She sighed, and looked down the seemingly endless corridors to her left and right. It was true, of course. She was hopelessly lost and eventually she'd also be hopelessly outnumbered. She pulled the odd metal ball out of the makeshift pouch she'd made from part of her dress. She could always ask Apollo for help. But the thought passed quickly.
So, I've been dragged into a literary OCT, which really does look pretty awesome. Wish me luck and check it out. #NewCartec (https://www.deviantart.com/newcartec)
Otherwise, busy, busy, busy. By which I mean, I've been being lazy after finishing a particular phase of my (arguably) adult life. Should be diving back into things and stop neglecting DA and all you lovely people very soon.
I'm not going to make this anything special, but we need a more streamlined way to hash a few things out. So, here are the facts:
1 - Zerkov has made his entrance and is busy fighting Jansen and Charybdis.
2 - The heroes need to either A) pull together or B) get beaten and scattered.
3 - Zerkov needs to end up leaving with a certain hero.
This is so we don't have to worry about our note boxes overflowing. Ready, GO!
**Update**
Looks like this is what we've got:
- Zerkov takes out Jansen and Charybdis.
- Enraged, Kid and Steve attack. Kid gets there first, cuts Zerk' and gets swatted away. Steve holds his own for a while, but is ul
So, I'm closing in on one thousand views (after five years...) and I feel like I should do something. If you've got a suggestion, don't keep it to yourself.
May you have warm words on a cold evening,
a full moon on a dark night,
and a smooth road all the way to your door.
<Kostmeyer (https://www.deviantart.com/kostmeyer) is still running Secret Wars and is still awesome.
Whoo~ Yay for round 2 pairings. And once again, I feel that I need to step up or risk losing. How have you managed to go relatively unnoticed in your little corner of this tournament? Your character is adorable and your writing is very clear and smooth.
This should be fun. You got a dark-magic user last time and now you have a nominally Catholic seer (Oleos is very religious, but fuzzy on the details). And we'll see who can out-naive and out-inexperience the other.