Closed RP- AskManeaterMildred
askmaneatermildred:
Gods, but it was cold.
The snow didn’t bother her so much - as a red phantom, Mildred was somewhat protected from the environment around her. And when she was on the hunt, everything else seemed unimportant… Even if she hadn’t intended to invade directly from Blighttown into - wherever this was.
But that Nicholai - he’d ran fast. She could still hear his screaming, or perhaps the reality-rending screech of his projectiles; she wasn’t sure which. Probably wasn’t used to being invaded himself…
Snow crackled underfoot as she sought him out, only too glad to follow the trail into some kind of building. She paused, letting the frost fall off of her and melt onto the warm ground. The breathing of - Wait. Breathing?
Mildred’s sack-clad face turned to face the source of the sound - hoisting her huge knife over her shoulders as she did. It was unmistakeable - there was certainly someone there, and it certainly wasn’t her prey.
Eleum Loyce.
How was it that Maldron found himself here? Heh... he didn't care, not as so many people fell into his trap like moths to the flame. So easy to trust a friendly looking phantom... But the man's screams as he ran up the stairs, right past the hidden invader had caused the unstable man to take a second. What had just happened?
As Maldron began to follow the mage's path, he heard weight creaking on the staircase. Another person? He took his spot again, and slowly but surely a woman- barely clothed, with a sack over her head, hoisting a large knife over her shoulder, came up the stairs.
Wow this woman looks threatening. Who walks around, almost naked, in the snow?Maldron frowned, thinking to himself. This woman was clad in red- the telltale sign of an invader. Like everyone else, he threw his arms out in welcome, lance still at the ready in case she sought his head.
"What brings you here, madam?"