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Sombra in the mists

Continued from Here; with @corruptpurgation

Such a question showed a lack of faith, a lack of understanding of the gods and the place of mortal man. They did this because the gods demanded it and doing the biding of the underworld gods was the closest she could get to finding peace, even if she found the process itself distasteful. “Are you trying to distract me?” she asked in Akkadian, unflappable as broke the pallet between them. This one liked to talk, she’d noticed, but in Adiris’ ego she saw her as beneath the former priestess, not worth the attempts at communication. “It will not work.”

Once she had been High Priestess. Not just a priestess but the High Priestess, and all had looked to her for guidance. The question tugged at her past just enough, of better times when she’d had the adoration of all. She knew all the answers, she should not be so stingy. “We do this,” she enunciated clearly, relying on the gods to make her words plain, “because we must.”

“See now that's exactly the kind of answer I hate. Because we must.” Sombra's accent was high and her breath caught a bit as she quickly made her way around a wall and headed towards the next pallet taking the opportunity to toss a translocator far off into the distance and with any luck unseen. “I've spent most of my life fighting against that exact statement from cops, gang members, corporations, corrupt governments, and now here.”

Slipping over a pallet Sombra turned to wait for the odd woman chasing her with a smirk. She wouldn't get caught of course. She'd simply teleport away first, and that gave her a perfect opportunity to stop and talk.

“So what if we didn't? What then? I mean what ever weird kind of misty maze trap place this is... someone, something is playing a game with us. So what if we just didn't play it's game? What if we stopped and started looking around to try to figure out the game and how to change the game? Do you really want to keep on doing this over and over and over again?”

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The Plague, but better.

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1, 10 & 14

crucial muse development questions.

1. What would completely break your character?

He's always foolishly held out hope that he'll eventually get out of the hell he's been forced into. It's one of the only things that keep him going - the thought of going home to Luna and his mother, Cheryl. Knowing his true fate would break Dwight - the thought of being used up and then tossed aside to decay in an empty void with the other broken toys. It's an end he can't bear to think of.

10. What would your character make a scene in public about?

Dwight would much rather be a wallflower than a social butterfly. He's good at that, blending into the background and watching, waiting. Being the center of attention usually comes at a price, Dwight has learned that first hand. You can only get shoved into a wall and chased around after school so many times before you learn to keep a low profile.

That being said, Dwight has his limits. His own life and pain mean nothing, but he tends to start up a fuss when people pick on others, especially animals. He's so used to taking the abuse that he'd rather shoulder that burden for a friend. Foolish, considering many probably wouldn't return to save his skin when all is said and done.

14. How does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

Dwight is certainly trying to take the Leader role seriously. He wants to help others, but sometimes his own fear and personal goals get the better of him. Behind his kind and helpful demeanor is a man who is terrified and shaken to his core. He hides behind playful indifference in order to keep himself in line.

Being left behind breaks him a little more each time. He knows that a lot of the others don't like him, or consider him helpful enough to risk their own skin for at the end of the trials. Despite that, he wants to try and keep himself upbeat and determined, hoping to inspire others.

His hunger for certain things is to mask his own terrible loneliness and terror that nobody will ever want him - that he's broken and not deserving of something special.