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kismet_loop2016-02-17 09:15 pm
transitioner) wrote in kismet_loop2016-02-17 09:15 pm
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[Video] Action welcome
[It's a bright day in Haven, despite the snow on the ground. Snow? In Haven? ...yep. People seem to expect "the normal" seasons, so somehow they tend to happen even on a planet where they shouldn't be possible as such. The chaos energies of the Miasma, maybe?]
[A figure walks the streets, black cloak a stark contrast to the white snow. More shifting shadows than solid matter, the lone walker seems almost ponderously heavy despite the bone-thin frame - "skeletal" frame, even. The robed figure seems half-skeleton, half-something mechanical and old, rusty and corroded. For those who know the entity, yes, it is Death - Haven's first Guardian - walking the streets of the city. Does he search for someone? Is he just making the rounds as he is wont to do semi-frequently? Maybe he's just enjoying the snow.]
[He pauses as something seems to catch his attention, the blackness in the skull's sockets seeming to deepen further as a focus. The entity stoops, blade-claws on the ends of bone-and-metal fingers delicately picking a pair of sunglasses out of a snow drift. The glasses are turned over, studied . . . and finally donned. Because why not?]
[Straightening and seeming quietly satisfied, Death continues on his way.]
[A figure walks the streets, black cloak a stark contrast to the white snow. More shifting shadows than solid matter, the lone walker seems almost ponderously heavy despite the bone-thin frame - "skeletal" frame, even. The robed figure seems half-skeleton, half-something mechanical and old, rusty and corroded. For those who know the entity, yes, it is Death - Haven's first Guardian - walking the streets of the city. Does he search for someone? Is he just making the rounds as he is wont to do semi-frequently? Maybe he's just enjoying the snow.]
[He pauses as something seems to catch his attention, the blackness in the skull's sockets seeming to deepen further as a focus. The entity stoops, blade-claws on the ends of bone-and-metal fingers delicately picking a pair of sunglasses out of a snow drift. The glasses are turned over, studied . . . and finally donned. Because why not?]
[Straightening and seeming quietly satisfied, Death continues on his way.]
[video]
[There are a couple muddled motivations here, but it's 'a nice thing to do' whichever way she'd slice it. Death seems a little less ominous while wearing sunglasses (though the effect may be augmented by this whole conversation being held via video) and he tries to be minimally imposing, so there's that, and there's the small-but-significant 'pro' for others about finding the entity
maybemarginallyless disconcerting.][video]
SET THEM SOMEWHERE WITH THE INTENTION THAT THEY ARE FOR ME. I WILL RETRIEVE THEM.
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Can do.