#polyvore rp

[withthecosmosrp]

hi friends lmao i finally made an actual rp blog instead of just a side blog, so what’s up hi it me, ya boi

i was lipstick-lesbians on polyvore, i’ve been roleplaying for about ten years now i think so i kind of know what i’m doing and how i like things.

i don’t really want to rp with anyone under 18, as i’m 21 and it just makes me a bit uncomfortable.

i can rp on here, twitter, kik, or discord. i’m flexible to whereever things end up.

[vellichor-hiraeth]

Calling All Polyvore Roleplayers

So, Polyvore sold out.  The site is now an online marketplace called Ssense, and all our sets, characters, groups have presumably been erased.  That said, that doesn’t mean we have to lose our community too.  I’m planning on making a database so that we can all (hopefully) find our friends again. If you roleplayed on Polyvore (comment, high fashion, whatever), shoot me a message with your name, your old username, and your current URL and I’ll add you to the list.  

[monalisamarie]

-THE SCENE(S)-

The Underworld [HELL]

 -Erebus

-Erebus Multidimensional Immigration Office (Styx works here as the river Charon crosses with the dead.)

-You must have a sponsor, papers, some kind of identification (burial rites prior to arrival). If not those without documentation would be required to wait. “For what? I don’t know, it was never my dept after drop off. Something to do with -his- enormous dog and something regarding the weighing of hearts and an alligator. “ - Geibel

 -Embassy of the Divine Light

-Angelic embassy, must have angelic identification to enter the building and have access to the grounds.

-Tartarus 

Palace of Night 

houses Death his wife, Nyx, Darkness, as well as  Hypnos and Eros (not to be confused with Aphrodite’s son Eros II, but still related. A huge complex, made of onyx and deep obsidian, some parts lead into the Fields of Punishment or even the Pit if you know where to look

High Court of Hades 

where most Wraiths go to register their souls and check in with their missions, also the workplace of The Grim (Thanatos) Judicial proceedings will also occur here, with Death, Chaos, or occasionally Osiris, Ma’at and Ammit presiding, along with Minos, Aeacus, and Rhadamanthus. 

The Archive 

workplace of the Fates, and various other bureaucratic offices and procedural buildings

-The Fields of Punishment [within Tartarus]-

-True hell, also houses the pit. Think of the Pit like a max security prison.

-Some of the Wraiths live and work there with some true and full Demons, not field agents, some were but moved to a desk style job. But your daily task is to bring about the horrendous torture of the damned.

-Usually where you can find Chaos, at the Home Office, when he isn’t conferring with Death or lording over my unfortunate ass.

-Asphodel Meadows  [within Tartarus]-

- the place the dead go if they did just okay.

-Also where most of the major Hub of the UW is, living for staff (my old apt.) I suppose it’s like any other modern city. There’s night life and shopping and work. But it’s all rather boring compared to Earth. The dead do truly lack imagination.

-Elysian Fields  [within Tartarus]-

-The resting place for the mighty honored, and virtuous etc. I don’t really deal with those souls. That’s for the angels to take care of. They have their own embassy in Erebus, usually just coming and going when there’s need for delivery. It’s less individualized than my lot, they bring them down in boatloads. I suppose the Fields are just overflow.

-Is a great vacation spot, as an employee of Hell I have some access, but not full freedom. It’s a temporary UW Worker visa. (UW-666) they expire after two weeks.

[monalisamarie]

-FACTS-

Through an Aquarium | Eliza Rickman

["Good luck", said the nightmare  So pretty but I already have  A house with a top hat and coatrack  Well, your hand's on his shoulder  You never did have feelings  And oh, you'd best get along]

-When she was simply energy she was one of the foremost successful Wraiths in her field, always to the jealousy of her colleges specifically two wraiths: Mormolykeia -Mormo- (uncanny to Sung Hee Kim) who specializes in the terrorizing of children, and Arae (uncanny to Chloe Memisevic) the patron of revenge killings and wishes. She specializes in vengeful spirits. -Geibel specialized specifically in the more brutal, violent and twisted kinds of death and worldly punishment, which her made her so appetizing to Chaos, and now so disappointing to him. She also aids him in the destruction of power, which is why she was chosen/punished with the the task of further bringing down the kingdom in the messiest way possible. She is the bad whispers in the night that makes men do bad things, or at least was. -She can never tell if Chaos is professionally obsessed with her, or may have stronger feelings hidden behind his actions. Its not that she would be horrified with the prospect but that would put Melinoe on the outs. That would be bad, that would be very, very bad. -She’s still figuring out her human form, and has zero concept of Human social culture. And therefor lacks modesty, a sense of conversational norms and doesn’t adhere to ‘common courtesy’. Oftentimes will simply go the day completely nude, seeing clothing as silly additional adornment, it’s pretty and expressive but wholly unnecessary in her eyes. She will disregard polite topics of conversation, and doesn’t keep typical “business hours” as it were. -She still as some of her powers of influence and vampirism (not the blood kind, she sucks the energy from a room and can take the life out of very small creatures, like insects, flowers, small birds and rodents.) Geibel can still harness someone’s will to a certain extent. She can be -very- influential when provoked, but lacks the full control over someone’s mind and heart. -Chaos will periodically check in on her for status reports and the like with the use of mirrors or other reflective surfaces, such as still water, a darkened window pane, the glint off a marble floor.  -She is pretty clumsy still on her human legs but will occasionally use the taken energy to glide rather than walk, which only adds to her eerie persona. -Her way of speaking is quite affected since she’s only used communicating telepathically, (which she can still do to some who are open.)

[monalisamarie]

-THE PLAYERS-

Maker of my Sorrow | Eliza Rickman

[Oh, oh - Lord knows where did he go  Keeper of my heart’s joy, maker of my sorrow   Dealer of my heavy hand  Healer of my wounded heart]

:The Nobility:

Death -uncanny to Ralph Fiennes- Lord of Hell, King of the Underworld. Despite the ridiculous amount of bureaucratic nonsense Hell is truly a monarchy. He is not to be confused with Satan or true evil. He works with the Angels of Divine Light for a balance. “I’m not the only one setting fire to villages and demanding infanticide just to boost my own ego.” -Death Has a beautiful wife; although she is “away for the season” (;)) “Although is incredibly terrifying, and does eat souls for breakfast I wasn’t kidding about that one”- Geibel. Lives in the Palace of Night along with Night, Darkness, and Hypnos. Along with Eros (not to be confused with Aphrodite’s son Eros II, but still related.) He also tends to take his winters in Hell, while spending the summers out on Earth causing “trouble”, Chronos does the same, but he just kind of comes and goes whenever he pleases, still they keep a room for him.

Night (Nyx) -uncanny to Soo Joo Park- Is literally night, her sister Hemera lives on Earth or the Divine Light. They don’t speak anymore. “Hemera can be such a bitch, especially in the warm months on earth. What? Does she own them?! No, if Chronos knew, that uppity—“Nyx.

Darkness (Erebus) -uncanny to Jacquelyn Jablonski- So named for the waystation of the dead, or was it the other way round? No one knows they’re literally older than time. Or just as old, and he hates getting into those kind of philosophical arguments. Cousins to Nyx and Hemera, she is pretty quiet, although is just as snobby as Night she oftentimes when in a pinch will throw her direct relation to Death and Chaos into the offender’s face. That usually shuts them up pretty fast. No one wants to cross either.

:Civil Servants:

Chaos -uncanny to Conor Mclain- if you’re looking for the personification of evil, you’ve found him. Martial to the Fields of Punishment, he is head of the legion of the dead, superior to the Grim, the Demon Command Squad, and myself. (along with the other field agents and Wraiths.) “I don’t normally report to him, but since my “disturbing outburst” I’m to periodically give updates on my missions until my cursory probation ends.”- Geibel He is truly twisted, and thrives on the horrific actions and finds glee in the cruel and unusual punishment of those damned, and those who have yet to be judged. He loves humanity, loves to toy with their morality and their perception of reality. You’ll oftentimes find him planning truly disgusting experiments to “test the human spirit”. “10/10 would not recommend”-anyone. Has an equally as horrific girlfriend Melinoe; coordinator to nightmares and madness, they work very closely together.

Lethe -uncanny to Sasha Luss- a close friend to Geibel, a truly kind spirit she’s one of the rivers in Hell she wipes the memory of the dead that drink from her, usually to the aid of the soul, but not always. Working very closely with Hypnos they aid in the discharging of souls from either prison or their initially prescribed station. Whether that be on to the Meadows or with the Divine Light.

Styx -uncanny to Harry Lloyd- the occasional significant other to Geibel, they met through Lethe when she was escorting a soul to judgement. Their romantic exchanges were never close to any kind of relationship, but they often vacation together and keep a very private life. Is the Cousin of Lethe, and is subsequently related to the other rivers of Hell (Phlegethon, Acheron and Cocytus). He has a dark past, oftentimes the living will come to the edge of the underworld to beg promise from him, most of the granted wishes end in the promised’s death. He is old and possesses many unknown gifts, which makes him so enticing to the living. Some may call him a dark or cursed wizard.

[monalisamarie]

-BIO-

White Words | Eliza Rickman

[Black fog slow- crawling over the hillside  Cold words go, calling under the outside  Slain for no falling down on the inside  Lay me low- turn your back on our heart fight]

[THE DEATH INCARNATE]

-shadow wraith trapped in human form, searching for a way to return to her former glory, death & destruction follow her where ever she goes, but wants to do good, too kind of a soul (if she actually had one), whispers that she may be a valuable weapon-

 ♔ Geibel (GEE-bel)

» Everything has a value, provided it appears at the right place at the right time. It’s a matter of recognizing that value, that quality and then transform it into something that can be used. «

theme music | https://8tracks.com/monalisamarie/geibel

 —Nickname: Gigi

—Title/Role/Job/Whatever:  Herald of Death | was brought to the kingdom by the untimely and violent deaths; usually ushers passed soul onward and then seeks to punish where applicable

—Age:  seems to be older than god himself, not exactly sure, looks to be about 23

 ✦ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ✦

—Positive Traits | witty, is the kind of person to lose it if they accidentally step on a bug, cunning, chagrinly cheerful – optimistic, a new lease on life in her lovely meat suit.

—Negative Traits | helplessly vengeful, is prone to manic episodes and anger, righteous, has an unfortunate and wild flare for the dramatic, prone to acting out sexually, can oftentimes bury her head in the sand.

—Likes | birdsong, flowers, thunderstorms, what she can do with her new body, finding happy endings (as rare as they are), being female.

—Dislikes | witchcraft (although understands it to be a necessity and is familiar to the practices), has found out she hates the taste of mushrooms and various wild roots, having human senses.

—Goals/Objectives | get out of her human body, somehow fix the whole violent patricide and infanticide incident and help the transition of power flow smoothly into the proper hands.

—Fears | that she stay a slave to the bidding of the grim, death, and his motives. Moving on to her afterlife. Acting on her cruel nature, snapping.

—Strengths | resourceful, a strong spirit, passionate, knowledge of “the other side”, a wealth of otherworldly and dangerous powers not yet tried in her human form.

—Weaknesses | being new to interacting so closely with humans she can be easily manipulated, naivety, a new penchant for men, a desperate need to “be good”

  ✦ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ✦

—Gender | female

—Hair | dark brown; textured

—Eyes | hazel

—Height | 5’9

—Remarkable Features | tooth gap, eerie dead calculated stare

—Style/Aesthetic | renaissance couture, botticelli’s primavera, drapery, and adornment, with minimal lines, prone to dramatic eye looks, wearing white, black, red, purple, or nothing.

—Model | SASHA PEREIRA

  ✦ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ✦

—Biography |

Geibel is assumed to be as old as time, or at least she cannot remember a time when she was not a pan-dimensional being tasked to carry out Death’s bidding, act as a welcoming party to the Grim, and host to any ghastly act of violence or debauchery soon to pass. Geibel isn’t even her first name, it was given to her when she initially passed into the shadow. Originally she was a powerful dark-witch and in an ill-advised, last ditch attempt to save herself from old age, persecution, and increase her powers she made a mistake that cost her life and subsequently her soul (not that she remembers that, it was so long ago, and so much evil has passed through her memory). It belongs to Death now, and oh does he let her know. She was transformed into a Wraith, a dark harbinger of ill omen and vicious action. Usually planted to cause mayhem and influence humanity to act on their most depraved fantasies. They also carry souls over to the afterlife, usually to hell. So there’s some righteous satisfaction to the job.

As Geibel has seen the slow march of the eons pass she became more and more sensitive to the plight of humanity’s frailty and their capacity for good. She began to empathize, something she hadn’t done in the eons before. She grew tired of seeing the tragedy that befell the virtuous, and the seemingly endless stream of gore and pure evil that she aided in carrying out. It became too much for her massless form to take. She, one dark and lonely day said no. A she had adhered to a quiet family and at her master’s behest slowly pushed them to unravel. The eldest son had slaughtered their only cow, and in a horrifying display; ate the innards raw before going mad and disappearing. The mother took her infant into the forest and left it there before jumping into a ravine. The second son was gored on the family goat, and eventually all that was left was a father and their indentured kitchen maid from a neighboring village. She, despite her good sense, had stayed with what was left of the family, taking care of the recovered infant and taking on the duties of the mother. The girl was quite young for all her responsibility and was forgetful and clumsy under all that weight. The father had begun to lose his mind, -at Geibel’s specific rumination- he was lost and lonely without his family. Angry at the gods for his misfortune, his sense began to cloud, each day the kitchen maid began to seem more and more like his lovely lost wife. He would beat her for her mistakes, and withhold her meals as punishment.

It was bad enough to witness the carnage of the last few months but Geibel could see what lecherous plans the Father had for this child the lonelier and angrier he got. A late and particularly brutal afternoon, he made his move and Geibel caved. Her intervention, once she came to, caused the immediate and sound death of the Father and granted the maid her freedom. She had materialized as a shrouded being, the father bleeding from his eyes upon the wooden slats of the small cottage. She solemnly raised a disembodied finger to the maid.

               “GO NOW FROM THIS EVIL- RETURN HOME. YOU WILL BE SAFE IN YOUR PASSAGE. BURN THIS UNHOLY PLACE TO ASHES. TAKE THE BABE. GO NOW”

She engulfed herself in purple fog and escaped back to the shadow. She willed the child to safety and bid her good luck for her life. A strong and powerful stroke of cosmic action. One she was not allowed. Immediately she was pulled to the presence of Death. A Punishment was delegated; she was demoted and thrown from the shadow. Tasked with the primordial cleanup at the castle, to work closely and directly under Chaos himself. A cruel and withering station, directly under his scalding stare.  

The morning of the King’s death she awoke in a field, not far from the castle walls, forced into human flesh. Little did she remember of her past missions, only what she was commanded at her trial.

               -Go to the Castle

               -Find a weakness

               -Exploit it however possible

               -End Goal: Mayhem.

Although she has her marching orders, we’ll see. Geibel grew something dangerous that day she let that girl go.

 ✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 ✦

—Family | -None- (that she can recall, in her human life, she of course had a mother and a father and a sister, but they are so long dead now, it would have been thousands of years in the past)

—Friends | Night, and Darkness -although now she’s been banished to human form we’ll see-

—Foes | Death, Chaos,

—Romances | Styx (once, when she was dragging the wicked off to hell they would meet often)

[monalisamarie]

[We are not just art for Michelangelo To carve. He can't rewrite the agro of my furied heart. I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris cold J'veux pas mourir toute seule]

Bloody Mary | Lady Gaga

-II-

✦THURSDAY FEBRUARY 22✦ Today marks the one month anniversary of King Joras’s death and the banishment of his son, Prince Oberyn (oh, and Prince Feran’s murder, but no one likes to talk about that). With the crowning of Queen Sariyah and a wave of suspiciously unfamiliar faces popping up, the kingdom has yet to officially mourn their beloved King’s passing. The Royal Family has declared today a day of remembrance for King Joras. Following Royal tradition, it is customary to wear white while mourning the King, as a symbolism for his “benevolence” and his “kindness” (ha! clearly some would disagree). Many consider today to be a somber day, while others think it is wholly unnecessary. But of course, that’s not going to matter anyways, because by the end of the day, the villagers are going to be having more important things to worry about—like a dragon attack ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

 It was dawn, the tone of the morning was soured with the remembrance of the fallen royals, Father and Son, were to be marched to and remembered for the day. This was her moment. Many of those in the village has spent the weeks before sunning their linen and muslin out in the air for their fallen liege. Giebel was just the same, with the few penance the couple before her had stashed away she bought a simple smock from the tailor for her fashion, if she were to infiltrate the court she would have to /at least/ play the part. If not mourning their passing herself, at least give due deference as one who is below all earthly laws and customs. As she was, trapped inside this ruinous flesh. It was admittedly exciting to take the female form, she quietly thanked Death for that much. What fun was it to be a woman! No one paid you any sort of mind, and merely looked bashfully away at daring enterprises, for she was alone, to whom would they report such wild and depraved behavior? Such as wandering alone, in only her sheer chemise, no stays, overskirts or bonnet! How rashly did she take to the streets, how wantonly did she display such flesh as hers, young and taught and free from custom? She did adore it.

As the sun rose she finished packing what stolen belongings she had found, some blankets, a boar’s hair brush, a smoked and tarnished mirror, and a single glass pendant, for which she wore around her neck, falling between the “outrageously” low neck of her dress, or she supposed. As far as some kind of plan, there wasn’t much.

1.Arrive among the general runnings about of preparations on such a day

2. Speak with the station herself, in and as what she didn’t know, she supposed someone of little consequence, so no kind of noble lady, but none so low as to be a kitchen mouse. She knew her features and completion were too “exotic” and well-bred for such a station. She was lithe, and her earthly binds showed little or no marks of a long day’s work. It has to be something in-between, so she might slip about the castle and have persons she encounter wonder nor worry not.

3. Find someone to leverage information against.

4. Run wild.

This was her charge, and she was ready, all but go forth with it she had done.

 Stepping out into the sun, and having bid the landlord the rest of the possessions left behind. He was admitted confused on who she might be and where the tenants before had gone, she left him little explanation, only mentioning they had gone “away” and “did not plan to return”. This he seemed satisfied. On her way past she did catch the eye of one too interested blacksmith, her hair even now, in the early hours, matted from her kiln. She stared back, the smith did stare as if she knew her, it was discomforting, and uneasy. She did thank that she would now leave this small place.

It was still early in the morning, the procession was not till midday, so she had some good time to arrive and settle before coming present. Catching a lift with a man heading into the gates, he said he was to deliver the cheese or some other foreign sustenance to the castle for the feast that followed for the court and good Queen Sariyah. Geibel perked up at the mention of the new Queen, those in the village were unconvinced that she was no more than some undeveloped and underdone child, thrust poorly into power by birthright and unfortunate circumstance. Perhaps they spoke true, but a mention of confidence made good difference. When prodded further about the Queen’s character the dairy man spoke further of her good merits and decidedly declared that she be good of head and heart, such as so the kingdom hadn’t seen in some good time.

This was worrisome, it is obviously much harder to conscript and corrupt one of virtue, she had hoped the young thing was disinterested in her newfound power, allowing those who advised her father do her deciding and dealing. It’s much easier to whisper into the ear of some lecherous man, so flattered by your whispers, than into the single ear of a steadfast maiden. She rolled her eyes at her predicament, this would prove challenging indeed.

 She arrived in a chaotic whirlwind of white. Silk, linen, even velvet, high and low born alike running about like mad men trying to ready themselves or others for the day. She was let off around the rear with the dairy man, hopping off his wagon feet first into spring mud. Her poor shoes, she thought. They were hand me downs from that poor old woman who’s blood had since traveled downstream. It was a shame she could not salvage any other clothes off her person, being an unskilled laundress, nothing would have come out unsoiled.

Chest in hand, she wandered through the madness, not a single person paid her mind, one of her little extra tricks, servants bustled and shouted and shimmied past, from what she could gather, the procession would start at the steps of the castle, and through the inner keep, to the gates where the common folk would join at a distance- at the back. And would make a grand circle over the countryside and then return back at the gate where white garlands of flowers and feathers made laid rest for the remembrance. Ducking under one such garland, she was spotted.--

 “You there! In what state do you think you’d show his royal highness such disgrace?” He means the state of my clothes. She froze.

“Such a servant, with such a keen eye,” pausing she turned ‘round, a pleasant and grand smile stretched across her features. “I am surely lost, for there was none to help me dress this morning. I beg thee sir, for how might I right myself?” mockingly she clasped her hands and a sorrowful look laid across her brow. The man would have none of her toying.

“Come now woman, for not you are lost, you must be in the charge of that Shiera, her she-cats tend to wander still under drink from their luxurious sins the night before.” He took her shoulders disregarding the trunk and led her out of the castle, across the yard to a turret covered in spring-time blooms and vines. Inside was quite filled with spendor, the walls hung with jeweled silk tones and bathed in light from large windows and many secretive tapestries hiding the more secret passages.

“You, Madam!” he charged a wonderfully shaped woman speaking low to another girl, she was scarcely clothed and lounging. “I beg thee to keep your ladies in check, I found this creature still on the drink muddied and calling out to whomever she may see.” The last part was not true. Giebel crossed her arms,

“I am not on the drink, good lord. I am but-- whimsical….” She grew tired of his earthly modesty. The woman turned, obviously used to the tediousness of this same steward that brought Geibel forth so. Shrewdly and with a calculated eye she looked upon Geibel.

“Yes, good… sir. I shall keep good watch….” Her response halting and dismissive of his utter scandal and pertinence, she knew very well of his complaints about herself and those whom she, well, looked over.

The steward huffed mightily and rid himself of the cloying space, with it the heady vapors of women unchecked. Geibel turned to this enticing new person, she knew obviously she was not of heaven, but did not made like other mortals. She stood unbound by her conventions, quite modern and inherently sad. Geibel smiled that corpse grin again, flashing teeth too while and youthful skin too crinkled and curtseyed.

“Why thank you madam, for that man was all too assuming of my station and nature.” Looking up from her formal gesture, she could see the woman’s expression of passive exasperation changing, into something of slight wonder and possible curiosity.  “I take it you are of the same and grace of that one called Shiera?” the woman nodded.

“I suppose I am, for you, are you not some village—“ She observed my dress and manner of unkempt bareness “creature crawled up from the earth?”

“No good lady, but a visitor, in need of” she paused, what would be the polite and inoffensive name for an earthly whore? A lady of unchecked whims, of body or soul she had learnt was a whore whichever way it was split. “…Rooms…” The emphasis she hoped would also give place for some kind of double meaning for to what purpose she sought these rooms. Geibel figured the castle henhouse was a good a place as any to set up shop. Being of the night not only came utterly natural, but also allowed her to move unaccounted for within the polite confines of society. Proper ladies and gentlemen would ask not for where she was going, and those who were more keen on her—services—need not know. And being in a proprietary position she could all the well refuse them of their prying questions. It was in good character for someone of her future station to remain… mysterious. Shiera raised her immaculately manicured brows as the notion.

“It is quite abnormal, such a way of request. Where do you hail from? And what references do you carry?” Full of purpose and countenance she began to the stairway up the turret, to Geibel’s imagination onward to a tour of the quarters.

“I must admit I do have none, and as where I am from. Far too off for one to safely imagine.” A least she spoke true, if she were to traipse about calling out she were once a she devil from hell, here to drag back those who do to commit any manner of evil against their fellow man, she would be thrown out and if she were lucky an exciting execution would be in her future. Most for she were sure only because great evil could very well originate from these halls.

At the utterance of these words, the lady paused, looking down here nose from the steps and posed a question. “A place surpassing imagination? Are you quite foreign?” a spark of interest lighted in her eye, Geibel very well knew of her want to abandon this place.

“Ah yes, very so.”

“As far as beyond the sea?”

“A good deal farther, my Lady. Some might say off the edge of this very world.” Shiera nodded as though to herself, filing the knowledge away, starting back up the stairs.

“I see, and is this too the reason you carry no references, nor it seems anything at all. For how did you come so far?” Geibel kept silent, she knew that this one would ask questions. Questions that would cost a great deal more than some petty reply. Seeing in as so far she might prove useful, it would be best to keep those out of the light. Her silence left as a reply within itself. Shiera allowed the silence to fall and kept up the stairs. The rounded the top to a series of doors.

“You are quite in luck; I have a room open. A woman much like yourself, from off to the east has both come and gone in the last few months. It will be useful to have an “exotic beauty” to fill the quota. She left behind a good deal of belongings as well. Those princesses do tend to be, well, ever changing in their tastes.” She nodded thoughtfully, stepping into the wide expanse of space. The rooms were stone, high ceilinged, and indeed ornate. This featured a bath in the center of the room, a small closet to the left and a terrace to the right. Geibel had never been one for luxury in her previous life but she could not help but smile at the prospect of -entertaining- In such quarters. She turned back to the statuesque beauty, her pleasure quite evident.

“Now, when I run this house, it is one to be known of great respect, learn-ed women, and indeed deference to those who wish to come patron to us. I shall none of this muddied, drunken glee. You hold yourself as though you should know better, so for that I am basing your reference, do not prove me wrong.” She turned from the rooms, on her way to leave Geibel to her new quarters. “oh, and I shall have to be presentable for the procession for now it nears. It is nearly mid-day. See to it that you are made ready. You shall find a garment of white to your left. Dress well, we must appear as though to mourn.” A knowing yet stern glance befell Geibel from the Lady, and with that she withdrew.

Immediately, Geibel stepped to the closet, with great pleasure and began to peruse her many wonderful options. She praised the Lady that came before, such wondrous things did she find, swaths of weightless chiffon and gauzy relics. An impression indeed she would make.

 The procession came and went with little consequence and much suffering from those who did participate, much like the lives of these tiny humble beings. Humans did puzzle her so, for why bemoan and beat your chest and cry out “Oh gods! What sorrow you did make here!” when the offended have very late did go. There is so much more upon the other side of that coin. And yet, they count this as their very own single life. How unenlightened their short little lives. If they could only witness the whole of existence, as she had. What wonder would they there find. Indeed. She thought to herself, Indeed.

At the procession, she did see the remainder of court. Many faces were shrouded as, she assumed, were the custom. Even seemingly indifferent Sheira did hide her face, although Geibel gleaned that the shrouding was for an entirely other purpose form grief. For such wonton cunning, she did commend her. Quite a few new faces, as she did overhear from some passing lady, who’s features were too sharp to be a maid, and too exquisite to be a witch. There was something of the shadow about that Lady. She walked far ahead with the royals, but was not royal herself. She might indeed be someone of great use to her mission—or rather counter measure. Geibel was quite thankful that Chaos has yet to locate her since the move into the castle, and indeed hoped that he know not of what she truly plans.

Another girl was different as well, with darkened hair and a pallid complexion, she looked rather sickly and unamused, watching the sun take its turn across the sky with great intent. A silly thing to make mark, Geibel noted, for why the sun in the sky, as a noble Lady she need not keep her own time, as was sometime the custom of poorer folk. No, but her grief seemed not to be from the Good King’s passing, but some other great perturbance, the girl shuddered in her skin and Geibel could smell the charms coming off her maiden flesh. She had been touched by some power not her own, not of this plane. What curse did foul creature lay upon this poor child? And what for did she need to mark the sun by? For was it at night did the darkness unfurl from her wounded heart? She imagined the pitiful child from the village across the mountains that still draws living breath from Geibel’s graces. For who should stunt such a beauty? For who should wrong the nature of their purpose and draw power for thyself from a source never meant for human empower? For that they should suffer! And Suffer well, for what good graces did Geibel did still poses she would find this and make the offender known to her masters. For they shall burn in the great Fields for their crimes. For this she did swear. She must know this child well to make use of her curse, and there by free her.

As the procession did come to a close she felt another presence, one of malice and discontent, and strangely life? It felt as though life did come to it but it no longer remained within the soul? Only chaos, and darkness. She sensed her dear friend’s sister Hemera at work—but no another older, much older infinitely older. May Gaia be the mistress of this malcontented sprite? And then she located she, far up ahead, off and away from the procession. Floating through the trees. Something most foul about her, Geibel never took to those who practiced magic well, she was never one to praise those who act too far above their station, humans included thus. She nearly left the line and followed her still but Shiera grabbed her arm, allowing a meaningful silence to fall between them from behind her veil. Geibel stayed. She would investigate and come to know the heathen soon enough.

[monalisamarie]

So- I don’t really post my writing here; But polyvore was viciously murdered by corporate greed so, here’s some stuff I was working on before she was brutally eviscerated by giants unseen.

Geibel is a Wraith a repo-being for death and transporter of souls to the underworld. They were banished to earth for doing something good, and how must fulfill her mission of bringing about more death and destruction but they have other ideas. 

["You are Leviathan, my child You are Leviathan inside." And my lungs runneth over With chlorinated water And I pleaded with my Pa But he said, I can’t carry you no more.]

Peita | St. Vincent

-I-

The day was bleak. She had dreamt again, of an old life, so far away familiar faces called out to her from the ether, before fading like a lost memory back away into the glint of the day.

She was now awake. She hated this senseless slumber and awakening, But it was necessary, apparently. She had learnt the hard way, after refusing sleep for a little over three days. She was found collapsed in a barley field completely unaware of how she came to be there. It was puzzling, humanity, the futility of it all. Just yesterday someone she could have seen merrily puttering about was laid low the next, but she should be no stranger to the futility of man. That was her art. But not being at the controls, simply acting as spectator. That was grueling.

And the frequent visits from -him- were less help. HAVE YOU LOCATED THE KINGSLAYERS, WHEN WILL ANOTHER ASSUME THE THRONE, YOU ARE TOO SLOW GEIBEL, ACT NOW AND FAST GEIBEL, WHY HAVE YOU DELAYED OUR PLANS AGAIN GEIBEL

It was all too much; she had covered all the mirrors in her small stolen rooms. The previous residents were nice enough, but now they were out of the way, six feet down away from causing any more trouble. Or at least their corpses, she hadn’t been able to witness their souls being dragged off to hell. That was the exciting bit. Or was. Now the thought makes her innards turn. It was disgusting have a visceral reaction to -everything-/. Seeing a child play too close to the river, hearing the man butcher meat, listening to lovers in the night. Why did the neighbors insist on being so loud? She would have magiked them away in another life, but even the thought of their young happy lives ending in misery put her to shame. And that was the real kicker, she works in slighted love, that was her bread and butter. Orepheus’ miserable tale? That was her doing! Well, initially, she called the snake that bit the poor Eurydice, the rest was their own sad stupidity.

It was horrible, feeling. Compared to the righteous compassion that saved the girl that day, having a feeling human body was tantamount to pure and holy torture. She felt all, she couldn’t escape it, she couldn’t turn it off, she couldn’t stop. Sometimes it was magnificent, she’ll catch a feeling and feel like she was flying on the four winds, but the next moment feel as though she should die rather than see the sun the next day. These tiny little humble things she had spent eons working to unravel seemed more mystifying now than ever.

The folk nearby are getting suspicious of her; as much as the sticky blood and thumping heart promised she was human, her soul gave off something entirely the opposite. Her presence immediately brought the temperature down ten degrees, the wind would stop and the mice would freeze. As though they felt the humid stifling slick of their own existence. She would need to move on again and soon. The bakers down below are becoming very curious about her habits. They’ve suggested she see the village healer to “balance her humours for she looked so thin!”. She could only imagine the damage she’d do to their poor little head, a freezing, sickly woman who could pull life out of the living like god only could. There would be a witch panic. Something she would not like to be on the receiving end of. They were fun to sew, but it never would turn out well for the witch.

If only there was a way into the castle itself. She should have infiltrated it already and set herself into some kind of position of power or influence. But it might appear obvious to simply appear without reason or deference into the pit vipers, as it now was being called. Since the fall of King Joras and his heir there have been whispers of treason and various plans for a coup against the crown. Which is all well and good for appearances, something to report back to the Home Office, maybe keep Chaos off her little admittedly shapely ass for a few days. But it didn’t help whatsoever in creating a plan moving forward.