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la petite mort. velia durand-proserpina; scion. 29 | godling | venice. indie oc; olympian pantheon demigoddess in modern day. Tracking: #thesmophoric

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“Girl…I once fought an 8 feet tall green-skinned man who could turn into a 10 feet tall monster with goat feet, bull horns and a snake for an arm. After seeing that shit, I think it’s pretty safe to say you can bring whatever the hell you want to a fight.“ *She wished she was making all of this up. The same could be said of half of the shit that she has seen in her life. She walked closer to Velia and took a seat next to her on the floor, sighing deeply* “Pink-haired Indiana Jones? I’ve been called many things, but this one is new.“

[thesmophoric]

      Tall tales and boasts -- nothing that surprised her, given Poison’s personality. It isn’t quite that the godling thought she was lying, necessarily. Shapechangers often could not pass for human -- but nor could they pass for beast. It was the fate of those half-shifted. “Sure. Just need a bit more leather and dirt, and to swap out that officer’s cap for something more adventurer.”

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*She exhaled sharply, wiping some sweat along with a couple strands of hair that glued to her forehead.* “Not bad. Certainly not as good as me, but the comparison is unfair.“ *Even if they were tied still wouldn’t drop the pose.* “This? Eh…is more for style. It’s not really a weapon. But it’s good enough as an extension of my arm, as you might have noticed.“

[thesmophoric]

  A bark of laughter. “Funny. If I’d known that we were allowed to bring props -- then things might’ve gone a bit differently.” Thrusting her arms behind her back, the haruspex stretched, cracked her back, releasing a satisfied grunt. “There are more effective tools than a crop, is what I’m saying. You’ll see people using a link of chain -- or just a proper whip. Pink-haired Indiana Jones.”

[thesmophoric]

@fightlikeaguurrl

Three rounds, one victory each, one draw. It only served to remind Velia that she needed to work on her hand-to-hand: without her walking-stick or a bit of magic to tip the scales, the godling’s close combat was lacking. 

   “But why a riding crop? I get the pseudo-dominatrix concept, between that and the hand-cuffs, but surely a proper whip would serve you better.”

[thesmophoric]

@lachassedenuit

   Keeping it low-key. An alliance with a demon hunter is, if anything, transient -- many of them find little difference between demonspawn and godlings. Such is the habit of hunters: zealotry and bloodlust often supersede reason and logic. So Velia keeps a clip of mundane rounds at hand, just for peace of mind. 

   “What’s on your docket today, nightstalker? Dredging the lagoons? I’d think Vecchio would be of interest to you.”

[thesmophoric]

@deusmodum

   Even divine patience has a limit -- and Velia was never granted an abundance of it to begin with. Her fingers drum slightly, irritably, on the counter. Pseudo-governmental types aren’t quite her favorite, either, so the woman’s pitching a no-hitter.

    “I know neither a Shaw nor Root. You must have me mistaken for someone else.”

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“If you wanted an autograph, you should have waited in line like the others. I don’t want to have you thrown out, do I?”

[thesmophoric]

     “I don’t.” It’s not without reason that Velia prefers the Dead for conversational partners -- something about judgment by Rhadamanthus et al instilled a certain level of humility. Plucking from her sidebag a moderately large package, the godling slips it to the table. Subtle, signed with his Old symbol -- just like Hades likes it. “Just a messenger -- here. Let it not be said Polydegmon does not appreciate the feast days. With his complements.”

[yennciri]

[oplitis-a]

                 ❝Hmmm… I suppose layering up won’t hurt one bit, the                        weight of it doesn’t bother me personally. But I think my                        ability to dodge has improved since then and the armour                        has had a few upgrades, too. Why not take me to a                         shooting range, then?❞

[thesmophoric]

    “Because I don’t trust you with a gun until you get training from a proper teacher. I’m sure there’s someone in your Super League of Inhumans who could get you up to speed much more effectively.”

[oplitis-a]

                     ❝Yep… a 38 cm long tusk was stuck into my side, just                             missed my liver. Was a tough bastard to kill…❞

[thesmophoric]

   “Lucky you. It’s why you should use Kevlar and chain -- a little more weight, yes, but I’d sooner take it than lose a kidney. (And get a firearm permit, while you’re there.)”

[thesmophoric]

         “The world is changing. The gods must change with it..”                                   velia durand-proserpina

–Olympian pantheon demigoddess; servant of Hades. –Original character; modern urban fantasy main-verse. –Flexible posting style. –Writer an advocate of OOC communication and has eight+ years RP experience. –Character and writer both 21+. Mature themes possible; tagged appropriately.

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[thesmophoric]

fracturedportrait:

If the vampire FLINCHED at the sound of the  gun she played it off smoothly ————– -  only the ash at the end of her cigarette  QUIVERED as she looked down at the creature with a shrug & a slow ( almost sad? ) smile.

“What a pity, they obviously had WONDERFUL taste.”

“Lest you not forget the first-and-last time you were fool enough to sup on my blood. The difference being my lack of a stake or blessed water, Valturze.” Moving into a crouch, the haruspex moves her knife to the creature’s whiplike tail, severs it with a single motion, and takes two more to rip the thing’s ears from its unmoving head. She is not one to waste a beast for simple spite alone. 

[diiscordaremoved]

           “ I stake no claim to the whole earth itself, godling. however, many simply beware of this particular stretch of land for the looming beasts that traipse it. “                     herself, primarily. even the bravest tin gods — blessed paladins bathed in the water of light — strayed from a dragon’s path, for the high legends spoke fair truth. Adrastia need not lay precise claim to this warm-glow wood ; the stories did that job for her.

          bemused thunder brews in her throat, “ I was never one for a tale of true love’s kiss. “ vibrant gaze casts itself away from the woman below, and instead, out through the shadowed coverage of trees. “ a leshen ? indeed, whomever enlisted your services was not wrong. but I do not think it will be as easy a task as they might think. perhaps that is why they called upon you, yes ? “

[thesmophoric]

   but it has been a long time indeed since armored warriors wandered through the world. they have traded in their swords for shotguns, their chainmail for kevlar. velia’s grip slackens ever so slightly on her weapon -- though her prey is the leshen, not the dragon, a pretender to nature’s bounty is not something her heritage can allow to stand. 

   “i did not bring an olive branch to bear.” leshen held sway over the wild of the forest -- but they would recognize, respect the birthright of the godling. she follows the dragon’s smoky gaze deeper into the otherwise somnolent forest. a start, if nothing else. “has it not attempted to drive you out?”

[thesmophoric]

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“Not to be a creep or anything like that, butut I really like the way your hair is done.”

  “Mm? Oh. Thank you. Makes me wish I’d put more effort into it.”

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http://traumwerk.stanford.edu/archaeolog/2007/09/reading_livers_through_reading_1.html “Reading Livers Through Reading Literature: HEPATOSCOPY and HARUSPICY.”    

The image of the mirror “Bronze Mirror of C[h]alchas the Seer Reading a Liver” shows Etruscan diviner (haruspex) with one foot resting on a rock.  This is taken to be the ritual posture of extispicy.

A terrible image from the Vatican Etruscan collection, where this is from, is at http://mv.vatican.va/3_EN/pages/MGE/MGE_Sala03.html