#plasmapriestess

[versatile-assassin-blog]

" I need your help," as much as Mellka hated to admit it. She signed searching for words to describe the mission she was sent on. The Eldrid wasn't fond of Jennerit's to begin with, but this one wasn't as fuss as the rest if them. "Tempest has a unique energy cell that can help spot varelsi activity, the problem is I don't know my way around so I don't wanna get lost. So what do you say want to go on a away mission with me?" @plasmapriestess

[oblivcscence]

He looked at the other female, the way she floated around like it was a normal thing. Long black hair flowing just behind her, Damon could've sworn she looked like one of those mystical creatures. He would've believed it too, if she wasn't in the Xantrophn's sight. Making her more than a myth. Curiosity spiked him as a bright light was suddenly summoned. What was that? His tall stance started to move as Damon made his way to the floating orb of light. Once he was close enough a feeling of warmth spread over him. "What kind of magic is this?" He would ask loudly. "The shaman's never resorted to this." The demon would continue. @plasmapriestess

[theangryhelician-blog]

The Sun and Moon... collide.

It was a big step to take when Galilea walked outside of her residence without her armor on. It was easily the first time since she joined Ghalt and his crew, and likely the first since her time before the Sisterhood when she didnt have some kind of protection on her.

Messy uncombed short hair, a leather jacket, a shirt, jeans, and actual shoes. In all honesty she felt like an idiot. Though she wasnt completely at odds with how she looked. I look like a normal person for once. Her thoughts echoed in her head. I dont look like the hulking Wraith of Bliss, that could snap at any moment. 

She had finally come to some terms of control when it came to her primal self. She was still, deeply afraid that relaxing just once was all it would take. To become the Galilea that exiled herself to the frozen wastes of Bliss. The Galilea, that meticulously counted every Jennerit she’d ever slain, that dark monster was finally at rest. Or at least stalking just below the surface.

STOP!

Galilea shook her head rapidly to break herself away from her treacherous thoughts. She took her her second step without looking back into her room, and the door closed behind her. She might not have fun tonight, but joining the other battleborn for a few drinks at the bar was a first step. It seemed it was the popular method to deal with ones self in between missions. 

She was nervous, but she knew she could do this. I was a normal person before my sustain....  no, that wasnt right. Before my training with the Arbiters.

A constant tug-a-war played in her head as she began walking. All fighting about how she could and couldn’t do this. She began walking faster, the sooner she got there, the less likely she’d be able to talk herself out of this. Her pace quickened. 

I REFUSE to give up before I even try! I Refuse...

 As she turned the corner she felt her head collide rather forcefuly with someone else’es sounding in a loud thud. She meant to catch herself as she fell backwards, to space her stance and balance to raise her shield and...

Galilea sat on the ground, rubbing her head vigorously. Anger began to rise and she could feel her blood pumping hot. No! You should have been watching where you where going, this is your fault! She though to herself. I should have at least worn my Helm...

“Please... forgive me, I wasn’t...” And she lifted her eyes to look at the person she’d collided with. 

It was none other than the Priestess Ambra. Galilea was stunned, speechless, afraid. Her blood began pumping again, her face contorted into an angry scowl, and she attempted to rise.

@plasmapriestess

[docilekori]

Kaia wasn’t sure whether this woman was completely insane or just really seemed to like fire. It interested the Ischyros more than anything to see what the people minds were set to. Almost like it was so stubborn to change it’s choice even with evidence right in front of the mindless beings. Kaia froze just a moment as she felt holes being to form in the back of her head. Turning around she looked up at the much taller woman with a shaky nervous smile.

“Could you please explain the use of worshiping the sun? It’s just really a and I would adore to learn more about you and your culture. That is if you don’t mind conversing it with me.”

@plasmapriestess

[rioghanborn-blog]

                                        ━   At last! A moments peace.❜ The void witch exclaims, equal in exuberance as it is in Exasperation. The void sings sweet as golden nectar in battle, but one can grow weary of any song if left to play in endless repetition. Fingers swirl, manifesting from them the black smoke of the void that answers her whims like sailors to a great siren’s call. Oh, how she loves the void, it’s seductive embrace so sure and unyielding. I am death it says, and only I shall hold you always. So like the inevitable desperation of their current distraction that called to her sweet as any lovers breath. She belongs here, amidst the destruction and death that the End was surely bringing. She must be there to see if the last light leaves them.

❛ I do not know how you do it, my dear. ❜ The manifestation settles, a great mirror floating with the endless expanse of the space between now dead stars. She adjusts her horns, leaning to attest to the straightness of her collar. She would never claim to be a creature without great vanities, but she leaves the entrancing perfection of her reflection to gaze upon another Priestess of the Celestial. ❛ Traipsing from planet to planet, surrounded by your Lessers. It is a dreadful waste of your talents. ❜

The mirror is gone as quickly as it came, those penumbra eyes gazing upon her fellow priestess with a look of keen disappointment. So close she can hear the stars, in their death throws, singing. ❛ Tell me, Ambra, why do you suffer their company ? Surely it must be vexing. ❜

                                       ♛ ━ @plasmapriestess

[flannelsxpaints--archive-blog]

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                                                          ~★~

She heard it from two of her Rogue family about seeing the Jennerit priestess, it was time to shut down her nerves about asking for help and find her. Ambra wasn’t scary, though she heard about all the damage she could cause on the field if needed. Cheyanne was usually on the other ends of the field if she came on group missions, though usually she went of on solo one for intel gathering and such.

It’d flared up again that morning and she noticed it’d been bigger than last week. The morning had been spent laying in bed for at least two hours staring at the small purplish black warped scar. Cheyanne already disliked it but if it was doing what she thought it was, then this was getting bad. Wrapping it back up before she walked around to find Ambra, while having a scar didn’t bother her it was the looks she; well the ones she assumed she’d get for it.

Which led to her being here, she knocked on the door a few times. Not too hard but just enough to be heard. “Miss Ambra?” Please let her not be too busy to look at this or at least give her something for the pain.

[strickenveteran]

His own actions seldom GARNERED attention; his ensemble undoubtedly FORMAL somewhat drab by the radiance of those in faith. GILDED petals dashed with deep CRIMSON marked the countless bushes that lined great halls. WEALTH was perhaps not entirely steeped in the sheer COST, rather that invested in numerous MILLENNIA of tradition. What time could pass & his bone become naught but ASHEN & dust yet those of the Jennerit lived one as if a blinking yet a lifetime for most.

CRISP boots with their blackened luster meet along equally POSH flooring. His gaze passed among the crowd, back & forth, SEEKING one to whose’ presence was NOT to be ignored. He was guest above all else, thus expected himself to show nothing but absolute RESPECT towards those hosting. His travel shortly concluded, those before seeking blessings of the High Priestess, uttering softens words both WARM & FAITHFUL in like measures. The soldier waited, a staunch man of morals FLEETING many of their once dying system.

       “ Your holiness, High Priestess Ambra. ”

Once beckoned, he form approaches before, COURTESY exchanged as his form dipped, beret removed & tucked neatly below the crook of bent arm. BLUES set upon her ravishing visage; the religious SIGNIFICANT both decadent in attire befitting The Sisters & her ILK. Salem’s posture returned, as clasped between gloved digits PARCEL in the form of velvet box. The soldier extended his arm, head BOWING at the slightest.

       “ For your peerless hosting of myself, & those of the United Peacekeeping Republic. We owe a great debt towards all whom served alongside when Solus was a it’s darkest. ” 

Within the confines, revealed thin SILVER rings, a bangle of sorts, held by small end BEADING with like material. At the end lay crimson charm bearing the choice flower MARIGOLD’S likeness in subtle & meticulous etching. When relived of the item, both arms RETURNED, orderly stance taken as hands clasped at his back.

                                                     @plasmapriestess 

[trapwidow-blog]

          @plasmapriestess.

          “ We are to walk the same path again, Priestess. ” Sulfur and snarls, ash wrought tender in her rotten mouth as toothed tongue withers with the soothe of company. Her tone, sinister - sweet, a hideous reminder that this body, this voice: It belonged to Widowmaker ( Remind her who is Amélie ). “ But I am ... curious. What does the day, the sun, mean to you ? ”