#solomonsbane

[tzrv-arch]

@solomonsbane

“NO, NO, AND AGAIN, NO.” Three strikes to her guesses and a sigh to punctuate it. Drawing in a cold breath, he shook his head at the young woman. Come to think of it, this city had a suspiciously high number of them willing to approach him? 

Fingers closed around the wooden staff, he corrected this headed figure one by one. “I AM MAGICAL IN NATURE, BUT NOT A MAGE. THIS STAFF IS NOT USED FOR BLACK MAGIC.“ Or at least, he didn’t consider his power spells. “AND I AM CALLED A YAGA, AND FURTHERMORE I AM ONE OF A KIND... THOU COULDST SAY, BARRING I MYSELF, THAT WE ARE EXTINCT. MY WORLD CEASED EXISTING. THUS THERE IS NO WAY THOU WOULDST HAVE KNOWN OF US.“

[shikotei]

What a curious and chaotic place this was, so removed from Pan-human history. Rife with spectacles for every sense; the chilling grasp of winter, the sound of footfalls and gunfire in the distance. Well, the latter was likely rare, but interesting all the same. They could do little but watch as the girl, clad in such an enormous hat, fled down the street as if her life depended on it.

She paused, anxiety clear, then did the unexpected: she hid behind Qin. Or, to be more exact, hid within their hair. The source of the gunfire appeared soon after, her face flushed with rage. Generously, they pointed her in another direction.

After a long moment, silence returned. “She seems to have gone. Hm, not very observant, but being in Our presence is certainly blinding. Now,” they turned and removed their newly acquired subject, “you will repay Our kindness by explaining yourself.”

@solomonsbane

[frostess-blog1]

Left behind at her door was an odd package wrapped in a neat golden bow. The package contained no letter or address from the sender, but tucked inside was a glass box. Inside was a small layered chocolate cake shaped like a heart, beautifully arranged with strawberries and white icing that spelled out 

“Sorry for getting you shot at~”

The pastry only had so much room for words, so the name and identity of whatever person would send such a thing would be left to speculation.

     -----------If it wasn’t so pretty she may have tossed it straight into the garbage.

     It doesn’t stop her brows from knitting nor a grumble from leaving her lips. How such an insane, wretched woman could send her something so sweet was a mystery. Yes, annoying, but sweet nonetheless. Plus the Princess had no other suitors nor subjects to fill her mailbox with valentines this time, so she was not in a position to refuse...

     All of this reasoning and more is what justified her in indulging a bit of icing on her finger, just a simple taste test.

     “Hmph. It’s a good start, but I won’t forgive her...”

     ...Delicious as it was beautiful.

[arsnova]

@solomonsbane

After everything’s done, a year gone in the blink of an eye, mention of the Pillars still make Roman’s knees jerk. It’s an automatic reaction, more subconscious than not; long buried from a past that won’t seem to remain the past. Still, when the words ‘Goetia’ and ‘Demon’ are said anywhere within his vicinity, Roman’s head swivels.

“--Wrong! That’s absolutely wrong! Barbatos isn’t a rifle! Which book printed that? !The Pillars of Solomon aren’t like that at all!” He pauses long enough to take a breath. “I--... I’m a big fan, so I... know.”

[isolaradiale]

Whoops! sending to reapp my original character Al! her app should still be under /app

Welcome back!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 141!

You’ll retain everything from your previous stay!

Enjoy!

--Mod Lyra

[fantazuvaty]

@solomonsbane

Well, there was certainly worse places you could get whisked away to. Kidnapped? She supposed that was right, but it didn’t sound nearly as romantic. Best put a light spin on things, it wasn’t like she could do much to change them. The area she had been ‘housed’ in was also so similar to her home city! And right by the beach! 

A beach plenty of people seemed to be using for quite a good time. There were games, competitions, parties, calm fires, music, food and certainly plenty to drink. So she’d decided to stay and get in the thick of things. A cheap swimsuit with a quick change and she was on the sand for the entire day.

As the sun had lowered she had gravitated towards the drinks and music, two excellent coping methods in strange times. But she needed to meet someone! Anyone! So she took a leaf out of Aly’s book and approached the next person she made eye contact with. 

“Hello!” She had to raise her voice a little over the music “You live in this ward, right? I think I’ve seen you around the apartments.” The pink demon tilted her head and smiled. “Do you dance?”

[lapaume-blog1]

♔festa

@solomonsbane

     “Come on, Al!” With a huff the Queen-to-be administers her royal command for her roomate to get her little ass in gear! Indeed, there were a million and one interesting and wonderful things to explore. Yes, Holly wanted to see them all -- but they were already so close to the Great Sunset Pearl Hunt when Al has already gotten off track.

     Meanwhile, Holly has decreed it that nothing, nothing would stand in the way between her and that large sea-creature stuffed animal that stacked at the top of the prize vault.

     “If we don’t hurry all the big ones are gonna be snatched away!” Her face twists in a worried frown upon hearing her own words, encouraging her to tug a little harder on the raven-haired girl’s sleeve.

[avxsta]

@solomonsbane

 The Avenger was in the middle of a midday stroll just to kill some time, since killing people was seeing as something

wrong

to do. This new place was quite more vivid than that computer or whatever simulation, at least his reproduction of 4 days had more vivid people! If he could brag about it anyway.

Sniff. Avenger took a deep breath, letting the smog and contamination of the city itself fill his lungs, and he completely ignored that immediately as something more vile, something that made his brain send a stream of chills on his back.

“Oi oi.” The Avenger said to no one in specific, but, if he was able to identify this, person, then so did the other as it was most logical considering the condensed mass of curses and evils under his skin.

 “Quite the nice hat, missy.” He says, putting both of his arms behind his head, looking at the black haired girl with a laid back, yet wary look. Nice weather we have here, dontcha think?”