SITTING BEHIND THE DESK LIKE IT WAS A THRONE, which in a sense, maybe it was. He had learned to appreciate the outside world since it had been taken from him, after all. Feet were propped up on the desk, designer shoes tapping heels against it idly as he was finally greeted with whatever it was that had been decided upon for purchase. Eyebrows barely raised as he took it, but grin did very easily flirt at the corner of his mouth. “So, what did you do?” As if someone had to have fucked up to need to purchase flowers, a common misunderstanding. Really, it was a conversation starter, and the more dramatic, the better. @revivalreblogs
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What the fuck? What the genuine fuck? What sort of backwashed entity had he pissed off to result in this?
Usually a man of several words, he was rendered speechless once Elysian Fields came into sight. Actually, he’d been uncharacteristically quiet before the turn. The most his mouth did was busy itself with cigarettes – an entire pack of them, at that. Something that she highly detested, but he ignored all of her demonic creaking with ease.
His morning might’ve been bad, but this.. this took the fucking cake. Emil’s steps stopped right outside the threshold; just so he could gaze upon his newly wrecked livelihood. Graffiti everywhere, newly laid dents on the walls, broken windows... “Well, shit..” He eventually drawled, more resigned than anything.
Another smoldering cigarette was snuffed between calloused fingers. Emil went to glance at whomever had lingered, but he wasn’t given the chance to say another word. Not when a sudden thwack landed on the back of his head; done in by an unseen wing of the eldritch being that lurked within the building’s shadow.
“Alright, you know what? I’m here thinking about repairs, and all she can think about is how many cigs I’ve burned. Really shows where each of our priorities lie. Which is more important, huh? A freshly fucked business or a few smokes?” He spat out loud for whomever was near enough to hear.
They’ll admit their own predictability; Emile was off-shift, in a coffee shop. It’s practically a state of being, at this point. They’re either working or drinking coffee, maybe both at the same time. But it’s good for him, keeping his mind off of the past and on the present. There was a journal open on the table in front of him, a pen moving seemingly on its own accord over the pages. One hand on his phone, the other raising the mug of coffee to his lips, they looked up when someone stopped in front of them. “Afternoon,” he greeted, running his finger around the rim of the coffee mug after setting it down. The pen stopped moving soon after that, settling itself onto the page, full attention on the person in front of them. “Oh - did I take the last--” he leaned forward, reaching for the pot of honey that he’d commandeered when he got his coffee, figuring that was the only reason someone would be there.
Pipe tobacco was the first thing one would smell when they neared Epoch. Woodsy smoke laced with fruity undertones, it was undeniable and yet, you wouldn’t know where the scent was come from, and maybe it was just a whiff on the air? Or maybe, perhaps, you might know it was the indication that you should ready your sacrifice -- a good memory, a strong one if you really wanted to speak to the man who owned the speakeasy. Flights of fancy would not get you anywhere and depressive stuff? That would merely get you a seat in the bar on most nights, but tonight, a Friday night? The place was full and patrons were chosen carefully. So, what memory would it be? Which would be sacrificed to the Loa known simply as Papa Legba and secularly as Hephaestus Thyme. Tonight’s game was poker, Razz, lowball poker, 7-card, and eight players to a table, ace-to-five low, lowest hand wins. Wearing his usual rundown and gaudy garb of faux fur, silk, velvet, leather, and even a stitched-up cotton bandana, plus his ever-present burgundy red hat on top of everything else, Hephaestus was seated at table toward the back of the room with six other players, meaning a seventh could join. He was drinking Haitian Rum and smoking a pipe, the other men and women may have looked tense and well, that was normal on a Friday. Everyone wanted his attention so they could spend the weekend carrying out their plans, if he allowed them their request that is. Breathing out the thick smoke from his immortal lungs, warm-eyed Hephaestus gave a smile and looked to the two men across from him as he saw someone approach the table. “Call,” he said in his deep, rasp of a tone. He held up a finger to the person standing at the table. “Only sit if you plan to feed me more liquor,” Hephaestus said as he threw his cards on the table -- aces under twos. @revivalreblogs
RIA CHAPUL called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit -WRATHFUL & -IMPULSIVE at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little +ADVENTUROUS & +THOUGHTFUL. They said they’ve been working as MARINE BIOLOGIST, and thinking about aligning themselves with OMETECUHTLI since they have been living in Nova Satus for FIFTEEN YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge FABRICS WITH BRIGHT COLORS, FLOATING ON WATER ON YOUR BACK, AND A SUNSET OVER THE HORIZON vibes. [MELISSA BARRERA, AZTEC GODDESS (Chalchiuhtlicue), CIS FEMALE, ANCIENT, SHE/HER ]
Hello everyone!! My name is Mandy and this is my first character (probably of many, we’ll see, I’m just too darn excited!!). Here’s a little info about her!! If you like her, you can drop a like or just hit me up on discord too, I’m just super giddy right now and wanna jump right into plotting and all that fun stuff!
I have taken some liberties with her story just to tidy things up and make it as good-for-rp as possible!! Enjoy!!
LORE / BACKSTORY:
Okay!! So for those who don’t know, Chalchiuhtlicue is the goddess of the river and Ocean (in other iterations, they call her the goddess of water that collects on Earth and so on, so forth).
She’s the sister of the god of rain, Tláloc. (There are some texts that say they’re married and others that say they’re siblings, so I’m choosing to play on the siblings plot!!)
Chalchiutlicue had her heart heart deeply broken, thus crying for 52 years straight. Her tears causing a great flood over her domain. As a way to right her wrong, she she turned all of her residing humans into fish.
Since then, she has been free of romantic love and has vowed never to fall deeply in love ever again (despite looking for it several times since then).
BECOMING “HUMAN”:
Despite the ever-present idea that humans weren’t believing in gods anymore, Chalchiuhtlicue’s faith in humans never faltered. As long as her people held their festival for her every February, she’d never be convinced the humans stopped believing.
Then came the February when nothing happened. It all stopped. No one celebrated her. No one remembered her. No one believed in her.
For a couple years, she took it quite hard, but found an opportunity unlike any other to become the person she’s always wanted to be.
She could give herself a name that the English speaking world could pronounce, a beautiful name that had the meaning of the element she commanded over. “Ria”, for the river.
For a while, she enjoyed being a regular girl and just doing reckless, adventurous, and impulsive things with no consequences. What else was there to do with no power and nothing more to lose??
NOVA SATUS:
While Ria loves the splendors of no responsibility, while also working at the Aquarium and playing with human children and fish all day, she’s torn with the idea that the world needs her again.
Of course, she’d love to have her power back, but is she ready to give up the care-free human life to get it???
Pinju began to juggle the blades in the middle of the street.For the performer it was another wednesday, trying to show off his own prowess. Granted maybe using his own agility might be considered as cheating. He continued to juggle until he unfortunately walked into someone. Pinju’s mouth was wide open.
“Look out!” Pinju screamed watching in horror, unsure where the blades will land.
The setting sun spilled the last of its warmth over the cover of leaves and branches. The forest itself buzzed with life from every inch and corner. Yet all of it, even the sun, fell on blind senses. The only thing he could hear was the low groan of twisted wood. A body, just below the height of his knee, shifted and formed until it was fully built. Twin slits opened to reveal nothing but a gaping mass of darkness. Phantom like tendrils smoked from the orifice; dissipating into thin air as wisps.
The golem he had created was one of the most common types his past coven had summoned. Except his was all sorts of wrong. The thick bark that made up the being’s body was gnarled and half withered where it should’ve been glossy from good health. From cleansed health.
If his magic had been kept pure then the results would’ve come out drastically different. Well, the appearance would have been at least. The power of which the tree spirit contained was just the same, albeit more corrupted. His creation remained idle in all of it’s ghastly stature, and he remained lost in thought with his hand rubbing at the scruff on his face.
No matter what angle he wanted to view this at, Emmerick had to face that this was the embodiment of how far he had fallen. From the purity of nature to the curse of the damned – this was what he is to this day.
He didn’t hear or sense another presence come close. It wasn’t until the golem turned it’s head to peer at something past him, did Emmerick realize they had company. Even when he craned his neck to see who it was, he didn’t utter a single word. A simple motion of his hand and the golem crumbled within itself, crushed into the organic matter it had once been birthed from.
“Move along.” As if he was in a place to make such demands, but the instinctual defense of unfriendliness currently fell short.
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“How’s eve–” Words were cut short as the telltale signs of movement began. Nothing happened at first to the unknowing. Avaley seemed to had gone stock still for nothing, but she felt the faintest tremor beneath her feet.
Then it shifted.
Concrete crumbled and beams groaned as the waffle shop’s entirety seemed to lift in the midnight air. A thunderous thump, thump, thump echoed among the flickering lights within the interior. And all she did was wonder how many poor souls were experiencing this for the first time.
How many of them would blabber stark accuracies about the legs that moved the Baba Yaga’s abode – only to be shot down with pretty lies and nonchalance?
Carefully, oh so carefully, Avaley inched her way towards the other like intended. “How’s everything going? Can I get you anything?”
