A black missile streaks down from the sky, dark flames racing along the edge of the pyramid that forms its main body, spindle-like legs folded out behind it until it nearly reaches the ground. Striking the ground, it kicks up an explosion of dust and chunks of asphalt, the remains raining down around the impact crater, some even striking the roof of the house they’d arrived at.
An only MILDLY dirty Latino woman stands in the crater, her hair finally having been cleaned after the kitten whined at her mentally a bit too much on the way there. Long...black hair, flowing down to her...hips or so. She’s fairly tall herself, though...less tall in reality and more tall in presence, even though her pants are more patches than original, her shirt tattered remains of a hospital gown, and her body dull and thin. Her eyes, though… her eyes gleam with single-minded purpose. Nothing more.
Somewhere, she has acquired a brilliant black coat, heat and light rolling off it in waves, the thing flowing gently, even though its breeze is more provided by it annihilating the air that touches it into energy than anything else. Marie’s geiger counter is going off a little too much for comfort right now….
“Excuse me. Please tell me where we could find one Shys’m Caes, also known as God. if you would be so kind.”
Her face is blank and expressionless. Her hand still holds a knife in her pocket.
Next to her is a girl who seems much less… stable, a fanged grin plastered across her features, crimson hair falling in waves around her head until it’s bound into an intricate braid, its tip held in place by a large golden weight. Each of her wrists is held by a large iron ring, weighing them down. Matching weights are on either of her ankles, one of which also has a long black stocking reaching up to her mid thigh, where it seems to have been torn away and re-attached with an iron ring, her other leg, bare, having a golden ring in its place. Her bottoms proper were… barely there. They could be described as short shorts, but… normally they weren’t quite that short, these don’t seem to even have leg portions. Her top is similarly scanty, barely covering up what absolutely needs to be covered. She wears a leather collar with a large golden bell on it, as well as a pair of similar bells attached to a belt on her waist and some heavy iron ones behind her. She looks at the house, up and down, sniffing the air. “Lotsa big people in dere, mon. We gonna off’em?”
“No, Kitten. First we ask them nicely.”
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Topic: Rise of the Magic Girls v2 IC Thread: Antimagic and gods and souls oh my (Read 3122110 times)